"So high that you have to bow your head to..." As he spoke, he suddenly leaned down, his fingers still on the paper, but his whole body blocked Yu Tang between the door and himself.
A light kiss landed on the man's lips.
They left quickly.
Xiao Lin's ears turned slightly red, and he added the second half of his sentence: "To kiss you..."
After saying that, he looked at the sky, the ground, and everywhere else, but he stopped looking at Yutang.
He muttered to himself, "The general should get used to being intimate with me. After all, he has given himself to me, so he should show some sincerity."
Yu Tang: "Oh..."
Anyway, he didn't feel anything; Xiao Lin kissed him if he wanted to.
The other person is so good-looking, so he's actually the one who benefits.
As the Spring Festival draws closer, the atmosphere in the city becomes more and more lively, while Yutang becomes increasingly busy.
He personally inspects the defenses and guards of the nine cities every day.
After all, this Spring Festival is their Xiao Kingdom's Spring Festival, not the Spring Festival of other countries.
Therefore, the closer to this point, the greater the likelihood of an attack by foreign tribes.
Xiao Lin knew he was working hard, so she didn't bother him anymore and just focused on doing her own thing.
He would practice swordsmanship early in the morning, read books at noon, and sometimes at night he would hold the letters given to him by his bodyguards, listen to the news coming from the capital, and ponder the formation.
New Year's Eve is Xiao Lin's birthday, born at the end of the year, the coldest time.
Yu Tang personally cooked longevity noodles for him and also prepared two eggs.
She placed the large bowl in front of the boy, smiled at him with her eyes crinkling, and said, "Your Highness, please eat it while it's hot."
"Eat a bowl of longevity noodles and you will have a peaceful and joyful life."
"These words..."
His mother had said the same thing to him before, but that woman was already dead.
With more and more noise filling his mind, Xiao Lin rubbed his aching forehead.
"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Yu Tang couldn't help but ask when he said something he was only halfway through.
Xiao Lin shook his head: "It's nothing..."
He picked up his chopsticks and had just started to pick up the noodles when he heard a commotion outside.
"Who's here?" Yu Tang got up, opened the door, and bumped into a pale-faced messenger.
"General!" The soldier knelt down and said to him, "The three gates of the five northern cities have been attacked by foreign tribes at the same time!"
"The enemy appeared out of nowhere, catching us completely off guard!"
"Please, General, hurry over there and take charge of the battle!"
Yu Tang was stunned for a moment.
He quickly realized what was happening, put on his coat, and headed outside, saying, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I can't stay with you tonight."
"The situation at the front is critical. You should stay in Beiyi City for the next few days and not go out. It's not safe."
Before Xiao Lin could speak, Yu Tang slammed the door shut and left in a hurry.
The room went from noisy to quiet.
Xiao Lin glanced at the longevity noodles beside him, but his hand holding the chopsticks began to tremble uncontrollably.
The woman's singing kept echoing in his mind; his eyes widened, and he struggled to breathe.
He endured the pain to eat a mouthful of longevity noodles, but found it difficult to take a second bite.
It's unusually cold tonight.
It started snowing in the middle of the night.
Xiao Lin got up, dressed, and stood outside the door watching the falling snowflakes. The headache he had finally managed to suppress flared up again.
After pounding his temples hard a few times, Xiao Lin, his eyes bloodshot, asked Xiao Si for a fast horse and, ignoring everyone's attempts to stop him, rode towards the five northern cities where Yu Tang was located!
Chapter 13
He died for the villain for the fourth time (13)
Consort Qi passed away on New Year's Eve.
The illness struck without warning, and the person sought death silently.
Xiao Lin remembered that it snowed heavily that day, a rare occurrence in the south, perhaps only once every ten years.
Before going to sleep, the woman was still awake. She gave her last hairpin to the palace maid and exchanged it for a bowl of longevity noodles.
Xiao Lin lay on the bed, and the woman gently stroked his hair and sang to him.
Xiao Lin was somewhat happy that day.
Both he and that good-for-nothing were happy.
Even if this woman is confused and useless, she is still the only one who is good to her.
He felt like a human being when women were around.
He still has attachments and someone to rely on.
Listening to the gentle melody, Xiao Lin closed his eyes, said goodnight to Consort Qi, and then fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, he could still hear the singing, but it was mournful and hoarse, so oppressive that it made him feel terrified.
He recognized his mother's voice.
Xiao Lin walked outside and saw snowflakes falling continuously, fluttering like goose feathers.
It quickly accumulated into a thick layer on the ground.
Consort Qi lay in the pure white snow, her wrists and arms covered in blood.
As if afraid he couldn't die, he even had a dagger stuck in his waist and abdomen.
The wound was deep, and warm blood flowed all over the ground.
It dyed the snow on the ground red and melted it.
Blood soaked through her skirt, the crimson color spreading outwards like a bewitching and beautiful flower in bloom.
The woman's pupils were unfocused, and she murmured a tune she had composed, tears streaming down her face, filled with resentment and regret.
"Mother..."
The sight of blood filled Xiao Lin's vision sent shivers down his spine.
He walked straight up to Consort Qi and knelt down with a thud.
His trembling hands dared not touch the dagger, and tears fell, landing on the woman's cold face.
"Mother..."
After repeated calls, the woman finally looked at the little boy kneeling beside her.
With blood-stained fingers, she struggled to lift them, searching for Xiao Lin by the sound.
Xiao Lin quickly grabbed her hand, and then he heard the woman say.
"Lin'er..."
She seemed to finally regain consciousness in her final moments, but everything was already pitch black before her eyes, and her life was about to come to an end.
With his last ounce of strength, he could only utter a single word of regret.
"Mother, I'm so sorry..."
Every New Year's Eve thereafter, Xiao Lin would have a headache, especially on snowy days, and he was even afraid to sleep.
Because every time I fall asleep, I dream of that woman, and I dream of blood everywhere.
But Xiao Lin never thought he had an illness.
He even used this self-destructive method to remind himself of his own shortcomings.
We must take revenge! We must kill all those beasts!
Let their blood splatter throughout the entire palace as a sacrifice to the hundreds of souls lost by his mother and her clan.
But inevitably, this day also became a scar in his heart.
Today, Yu Tang's actions are just like those of his mother that day.
It plunged him into a fear that the events would repeat themselves.
I want to calm down, but I can't.
The cold wind howled in my ears, and snowflakes clung to my eyebrows and hair, then melted and crystallized.
Xiao Lin's breath turned into white mist; the weather was terribly cold.
The noise in her mind grew louder and louder, and together with the sound of the wind around her, made Consort Qi's voice sound just like a vengeful ghost.
The soul lock was wrapped around Xiao Lin's neck, making it difficult for the boy to breathe and turning his face ashen.
When they arrived at the five northern cities, they heard deafening battle cries. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers, spears in hand, charged outwards, their faces solemn, filled with the determination to die for their cause.
At this moment, no one cared about Xiao Lin.
Even though he was a prince, with a noble status.
But in the face of this massive army and this war, he was nothing more than a tiny, ordinary person.
Drawing his sword, Xiao Lin used his lightness skill to fly onto the roof and saw Yu Tang riding a tall horse in the distance.
The general, clad in silver armor and wielding a long sword, strode into the crowd with unparalleled imposing presence.
They disappeared in no time.
My heart suddenly tightened.
Without a second thought, Xiao Lin followed the crowd and rushed into the battlefield.