Hour of the Tiger, the sky was not yet light.
The Capital City of Zhan Country was shrouded in a shimmering snow glow.
Xiao Hen ran all night to prepare funeral arrangements for his father; first entering the palace to inform his aunt, uncle, and aunt, where he was held and wept bitterly with his aunt (mostly his aunt weeping) for a long time, then he went to Bishui Alley to notify his great-uncle and the Yao Family of his father’s death.
Afterwards, the arrangements for the Mourning Hall ensued.
Where to set up the Mourning Hall, and how to quickly gather the needed items for it, although they couldn’t recover his father’s remains, a coffin was still necessary.
Thus, he went to a coffin shop to carefully select a superior coffin.
The immense sadness swept over him, exhausting him both physically and mentally, dragging his almost numb steps, like a soulless puppet, he returned home bit by bit.
Aunt Yujin also went out, didn’t she? She must have been busy all night too, after all, the funeral of Zhan Country’s foremost Military Officer is not a small matter.
Meanwhile, Zhan Country’s foremost Military Officer held the little one, waiting until Princess Xinyang was escorted back to her room by the servants, and after both mother and daughter had fallen asleep, he finally stepped out of the house.
All his energy was spent.
He truly couldn’t walk another step.
The father and son unexpectedly faced each other, one standing under the corridor, the other in the courtyard, looking at each other from afar.
The sky was dark, and a white lantern under the corridor had not yet been removed.
Under his own white lantern stood Marquis Xuanping, covered in bloodstains, his face pale.
Xiao Hen stared blankly at his father, in disbelief: "...it’s not yet the seventh day, have you returned from the dead?"
Marquis Xuanping: "...!!"
I’m not dead!
Marquis Xuanping’s eyes went black, and he collapsed, falling with a thud into the Snowfield.
He finally fell down, whether it was from exhaustion or being infuriated by his son, no one knew.
...
Xiao Hen eventually realized that it wasn’t his father’s ghost, after all, a ghost wouldn’t be so weak, and given his father’s disposition, even as a ghost, he would be a cool, handsome, domineering, and arrogant first beautiful ghost.
He wouldn’t be so disheveled.
Regarding why his father appeared here, he was momentarily clueless.
...
In the chilling December at the border pass, the war of five countries against Jin Country escalated... even Liang Country was forced to join, because if they didn’t assist in attacking Jin Country, the countries Yan, Zhan, Zhao, and Chen would attack them along with Jin Country.
Having lost Chu Feipeng, Liang Country’s strongest arm was broken, and it had no choice but to accept cooperation with the four countries.
Jin Country, as the undisputed hegemon among the six countries, possessed unsurpassable national and military power; it was arrogant, domineering, and unyielding. Besides recruiting Liang Country as its pawn, it hadn’t hesitated to trip other countries.
Jin Country still refused to acknowledge the status of the Turks, continuing to refer to them as small barbarian tribes.
Unbeknownst to it, the Turks really didn’t care about the trifling status; they attacked Jin Country purely out of disdain, coupled with insufficient winter supplies, seeking to plunder amid the chaos.
Jin Country lost Gongsun Yu, yet managed to resist for so long, one must admit its strength was indeed formidable.
However, no matter how formidable, it couldn’t withstand the military power of six countries.
Ironically, when they invaded deep into Jin Country, the vanguard forces turned out to be the army of Liang Country.
Watching their former ally show them bared fangs, Jin Country’s military officers were infuriated beyond words.
Jin Country, Yan Country, and Liang Country formed a three-pronged situation; any two countries forming an alliance could potentially deal a fatal blow to the other country. In choosing whom to make their ally, Jin Country considered deeply.

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