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"Haha, no one knows a son better than his father. You understand me best."

Prime Minister Zhu barely suppressed his anger: "Since you are leaving tomorrow, you must go and see the princess tonight and try to appease her. The princess is gentle by nature, and you can calm her down with a little comforting. Otherwise, if the Prince of Heyang finds out, he will not let it go."

"If the Prince of Heyang finds out, he can come and take his daughter back sooner rather than later. No matter how you try to cover it up, it's useless. I will send someone directly to inform him."

Prime Minister Zhu stared at his son: "Are you trying to force me to completely expose Junyu's identity?"

Zhu Yu burst into laughter: "Go ahead and expose her! Junyu has long since vanished without a trace. What can that tyrant do to her even if he knows she's a woman? Today, your son and Meng Yuanjing put on a grand act in front of that tyrant, covering up Junyu's identity. The tyrant is just looking for a pretext to deal with you, and now your son can immediately give him a reason to 'deceive the emperor.' Haha, would you rather offend the Prince of Heyang or hand over your position to the tyrant?"

"You beast, are you threatening me?"

"I'm telling you a fact, Your Excellency, you'd better not act rashly."

“If Junyu’s identity were simply exposed, then you wouldn’t need to go through all this trouble with ‘Bokdo.’ Why are you creating so much trouble?”

“Junyu is upright and honest, pure and innocent. If her identity is exposed, then ‘Bokdo’ will certainly not escape unscathed, but at this critical moment, Junyu’s reputation will also be damaged for nothing.”

Seeing her father's furious yet helpless expression, Zhu Yu suddenly sighed, "Father, I won't say goodbye to you tomorrow."

Prime Minister Zhu's angry expression transformed into one of utter old age. Looking at his son's complex expression of fanaticism and resentment, he sighed deeply, "Yu'er, if you remain so stubborn, you will ultimately ruin yourself."

"I have no other way out. Otherwise, I will definitely go crazy."

Prime Minister Zhu shook his head, walked out of the study with an aged and decrepit air, took a few steps, then turned back and said, "Yu'er, you must be careful on this trip."

Zhu Yu nodded and watched her father's figure disappear into the distance.

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Snowflakes swept across Namcha Barwa on a winter night.

Junyu stopped a short distance away. The small wooden house in the valley was dark and without any light.

I took a few more steps, but a sudden wave of fear washed over me, and I dared not go any further. There was no one waiting, and the wooden hut was simply too dark.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, a dark figure emerged from the wooden house, walking slowly, step by step.

His slow, deliberate manner suggested that he had been waiting for an unknown amount of time.

Suddenly, the dark figure quickened its pace, almost running up: "Jun Yu!"

The outstretched hand was so forceful that the first embrace almost touched the bone, causing a dull ache.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the two of them stood almost like snowmen in the white snow and black night.

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Chapter 124: I'm afraid it will hurt if I hit you.

The brazier in the wooden house has been lit.

My hands were still icy cold, but my heart was burning hot.

Looking into those eyes that had become haggard from waiting and worry, Junyu couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke those eyebrows and eyes.

Tuosang immediately grasped that hand tightly, his weary eyes gradually regaining their light: "Junyu, you're finally back."

Junyu smiled and nodded.

The swirling snowflakes had stopped sometime ago, and the faint light of dawn reflected off the cold snow outside. The fire in the brazier gradually dimmed.

The two people nestled together opened their eyes; the chill of dawn was even greater than that of the night.

The sun had already risen, and the snowflakes rubbing against my face stung like needles.

Junyu smiled and asked, "Are there any other good places around here?"

Tuosang blinked: "A group of old friends are waiting for you."

For anyone else, blinking like that would be perfectly normal, but on someone like Tuosang, it looked particularly strange. Junyu couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Old friend?"

Seeing her laughing so heartily, Tuosang was also very happy. He took her hand and ran towards the valley behind them.

The sun was almost directly overhead, and the golden light in the valley was so bright it was almost blinding.

"How about you old friends?"

Junyu looked around and saw that the valley was full of roaming monstrous creatures, most of which had long, golden-yellow fur. Among them, there was a monstrous creature that was completely white, which made it look even more beautiful.

The lead lion-like creature, sensing the presence, strolled over. It was the same one that Junyu had stroked after directing the battle when Tuosang was besieged by the Lahan Sect and the elite troops of the Crimson Gold Clan.

The golden-haired head shook gently a few times, stuck out its scarlet tongue, and exhaled puffs of hot air. Junyu reached out and touched its hand, laughing, "You still recognize me, old friend."

The crinkled lion flicked its tail and ran away.

It was precisely because of this group of crinkled lions that there were no traces of animals within a hundred miles of this valley.

As the sun rose higher, fewer and fewer of the cicadas remained active in the valley. Some of them ran off like a gust of wind, heading out of the valley to forage or fight.

This vast valley is filled with sand and gravel. Occasionally, a few groundhogs or unidentified small animals dart through the outermost corners, and the few cunni that roam there do not chase after them.

Looking out, one side of the valley is covered in snow, with the occasional exposed rock face being a menacing dark brown. On the other side, however, there are many tough, uniquely shaped grasses and leaves, or some indescribable, strange plants that resemble flowers but are not.

Junyu knew that many of these plants were rare medicinal herbs. She had seen some of them among the herbs brought by Lama Xia'ao during the time when the plague was rampant in the Northwest military camp.

Junyu's gaze fell upon a patch of red.

On the cliff, the red color was so dazzling that it shone like the morning glow in the sunlight. I wondered what kind of flower it was.

Tuosang followed her gaze, smiled, and leaped into the air, heading straight for the cliff.

A little while later, Tuosang returned with the flowers in his hand: "Junyu, here you go."

Junyu accepted the small red flower with a smile; it had a very peculiar fragrance.

Junyu took the flowers and ran a few steps away. Tuosang followed her for a few steps. Suddenly, he saw Junyu bend down, grab a ball of snow, and throw it at him.

Tuosang was startled when the snowball hit him squarely on the forehead and then scattered.

"Hehe, you idiot, don't you know how to dodge?" Jun Yu laughed heartily, bent down again, grabbed another clump of snow and threw it at him.

Tuosang had entered the palace as a child and had never played this kind of game before, but he immediately understood and laughed as he imitated Junyu, picking up snowballs and throwing them at her.

Junyu ran and dodged, and the two of them increased their speed, getting further and further away from the valley.

Tuosang's aim was really bad; every time the snowball was about to reach Junyu, it would fall down first.

"Ha, Tuosang, your skills have greatly declined."

"I'm afraid it will hurt you if I hit you."

"fool."

Junyu sighed, shook his head with a smile, and suddenly felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

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Chapter 125: If I could choose, it would only be the next life.

A loud, shrill bark came from a small, cunning lion. The two exchanged a glance and immediately ran out.

In such a vast valley, the roar of the cunni would carry far. The two ran for a while before stopping. Ahead, they saw a small cunni waving one of its front paws, staring at a girl on the snow. The little cunni was less than a year old and had never seen a person before. It seemed undecided whether to pounce on her or not.

The girl lay on the ground, a vine-woven basket lying behind her, clearly indicating she had ventured into the valley to gather herbs. One of her arms was covered in blood, a wound inflicted by the little rascal.

Junyu recited a spell, and the little cunni was startled, taking off running away.

The girl was almost fainting from fright. Junyu helped her up and saw that she was only scratched and frightened and was not seriously injured. He immediately put a pill into her mouth and tore off a piece of his clothes to bandage her shallow scratches.

The girl had regained consciousness and looked at the two men gratefully, saying in the local dialect, "Yangjin thanks you for saving my life, big brother."

Yangjin looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, a typical local woman with a fit figure and beautiful face. Junyu smiled and said, "Little girl, why have you come all this way to this valley?"

The fright in Yangjin's eyes subsided under that smile. Suddenly, her gaze fell on the little red flower in Junyu's hand, and her eyes lit up with joy: "My father is sick, and I need to find a kind of herb to cure him."

Seeing her joyful expression, Junyu's heart stirred, and he handed her the little red flower: "Is this the kind of flower?"

Yangjin jumped up with joy, almost completely forgetting the fright she had just experienced: "Exactly. I've been looking for it for a long time."

Seeing her excited expression, Junyu smiled and said, "Little sister, put the flowers away and hurry home."

Yangjin took the flowers and bowed to the two of them to express her gratitude. Junyu, seeing that she was alright, was still a little worried: "Yangjin, aren't you afraid to go out alone?"

"No, I'm not afraid as long as there are no chapped lions."

Junyu smiled: "You can go in peace. No more 'Cunni' will come to scare you."

Yangjin carried her basket on her back and happily went away.

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The setting sun was slowly tilting westward, and a slight breeze brought a bone-chilling cold.

Junyu rubbed a ball of ice and snow on her face, and immediately felt a needle-like pain, but it also brought her back to her senses.

The little wooden house in the valley is only a short distance away, yet it feels like it's on the edge of the world.

Junyu smiled and said, "Tuosang, you should go back. In five days, the bright smiles at the Robe-Changing Festival will be too dazzling." Tuosang closed his eyes, feeling a ringing in his ears, as if a voice was screaming wildly: "Robe-Changing Festival, why is there a Robe-Changing Festival?"

"I won't be attending the ceremony."

There have long been impeachments in the court for "forming cliques and engaging in private affairs with the Holy Palace". Now, how can the Grand Marshal of the Army, who is on "leave", openly appear at the "Bogdo" robe-changing ceremony from afar?

"Junyu".

"Well, it's time to say goodbye." Junyu reached out, took Tuosang's hand, gently pressed it against her face, and immediately let go: "Goodbye, Tuosang."

"Junyu..."

"goodbye!"

"Junyu, we want to be together."

No, we can't be together.

"Junyu, you said you believed in hard work."

"But this effort is too small and useless, I dare not struggle too hard."

"Since you can choose not to be the Grand Marshal, so can I..."