Who would raise a villain as a wife?

With a deep sigh, He Yunjing could only go back to his bedroom and stay there obediently.

His arrival disrupted the entire plot. Pei Xiao was sent out to work, and Ruan Qingrou was kept by his side. She could only do simple work every day and had no contact with anything.

Next, it depends on what Cen Li thinks, whether to continue to be the powerful Ninth Prince or to go into seclusion with him.

But he never had the chance to ask, because after the conversation broke down that day, Cen Li rarely saw him and didn't come to the palace at night.

He Yunjing didn't want to chase too hastily, and as he waited, winter began to set in.

He Yunjing stared at the person who came to deliver the message, saying that the supplies for the border had been prepared, and that he had also brought a man who was similar in size to him. He could just wear a human skin mask and disguise himself as him and stay in the palace.

This is how much I don't want to see him.

He Yunjing sighed heavily, thought about it and decided not to go to Cen Li to argue. He changed his clothes and followed the Jinyiwei out of the palace.

They encountered some troubles along the way to the border, but they were nothing to the well-trained Jinyiwei.

However, the journey was long and it was cumbersome to carry a large amount of supplies, so it took us nearly half a month to get there.

He Yunjing followed the others into the military camp. Because of Cen Li's token, everything went smoothly. He also stayed at the border and wandered around the military camp to familiarize himself with the terrain.

Just like the plot, this year's winter is particularly harsh. Even wearing thick cotton clothes, the soldiers still feel cold. The only thing they can do is move around or drink a sip of soup to warm themselves up while eating.

After a heavy snowfall, the enemy attacked at night. He Yunjing mounted his horse and led the remaining team of Jinyiwei to meet the enemy. The quiet winter night was disturbed by the sound of clashing weapons, followed by the sound of trumpets to send troops out.

The shouts of killing were deafening. He Yunjing took the lead and, with the support of the Embroidered Uniform Guards, successfully beheaded the enemy leader and stopped the army that wanted to pursue the victory.

The weather at the border is too bad. It gets colder the further north you go. Chasing after them would only waste your energy and not be worth it.

He Yunjing reined in his horse, shook the bloody head in his hand, and threw it to the people around him, "Ride as fast as you can and bring it back to Lord Cen."

Xie Lin, the captain of the Jinyiwei team, was speechless. He had to bring a head back to Cen Li at full speed. Was he seriously ill?

But they received an order before they set out that they should obey He Yunjing's orders in everything they do, so he still ordered people to do it.

They rode at full speed all the way from the border to the capital, and on the eighth day the box arrived at the imperial study.

Cen Li looked at the box on the table, opened it with some curiosity, and then saw a bloody head.

However, due to the weather and the ice cubes put in it, the blood had already solidified and there was no smell, it just looked disgusting.

Cen Li's eyes darkened. He glanced at the person who delivered the box and opened the envelope with displeasure.

The letter was written by Xie Lin, and the content was very simple. It simply said that He Yunjing was smart and brave, and had predicted the time of the enemy's surprise attack. He not only defeated the enemy but also killed the enemy general. He specially sent the spoils to Cen Li to let him rest assured.

At the end, he added that it was very cold at the border and He Yunjing fell ill after returning to the military camp.

Falling sick?

Cen Li frowned. He was very powerful, wasn't he? How come he couldn't even stand this little cold? He fell ill after just one fight.

A trace of disgust flashed across Cen Li's eyes, and he threw the letter into the burning charcoal brazier. As for the head, after some thought, Cen Li had someone hang it at the city gate and posted a notice to inform the people in Beijing that the border was safe.

Such an announcement did indeed comfort the people in the capital to a great extent, bringing some warmth to this winter day, and even people started talking about it during the morning court.

The general who had been there before stepped forward again and requested to send winter clothes and food to the border to prepare for the enemy's attack.

Cen Li then took the opportunity to explain that everything had been arranged, and the people who cut off the enemy's heads were the ones he had arranged to transport the food and supplies.

As for He Yunjing's identity, Cen Li has not mentioned it yet. If this news were to spread, the enemy would probably launch a massive attack, and He Yunjing would be in danger at the border.

No one knew whether it was really delivered or not, and Cen Li was unwilling to explain more. He just wanted to see if He Yunjing really had this ability.

At the border, He Yunjing was indeed ill. His body was really not in good condition. After he arrived, he only focused on cultivating his soul power, and his physical fitness was much inferior.

After he recovered from his illness, he trained with the soldiers in the army and led his men to visit several important towns on the border to drive away the nomadic peoples who were eyeing them covetously.

By the time it was deep winter, although there was no snow, the water was already freezing, and it was still hot water.

He Yunjing felt that his hands were about to freeze, but the enemy was used to such bitter cold weather and had no food, so they had no choice but to send troops to plunder.

In short, if they don't fight, they will starve to death, and if they fight, they will at most die in battle. The enemy is coming in full force, but many soldiers in the barracks are frozen to death and move slowly.

He Yunjing also had a hard time fighting, but he managed to persevere time and time again, and all the news sent back to the capital was good news.

However, within a winter, the news of the emergence of a miraculous general at the border spread. Although no one knew his name, everyone knew that he was a man of the Nine Thousand Year Old Cen Li. This changed Cen Li's past reputation, and there was less targeting of Cen Li in the court.

Until the spring came and the weather became warmer, He Yunjing, who had lost a lot of weight, huddled in the tent. Xie Lin advised, "Lord Cen means that His Majesty should return to the palace as soon as possible."

"Wait a little longer, let's talk about it after March." He Yunjing poked at the fire. It wasn't that he didn't want to go back, but he wasn't completely at ease yet.

The enemy suffered heavy losses this winter and they might not be afraid to fight, but they might be more eager for revenge. After all, although the weather has warmed up, not a single green thing has grown in this barren land, so it may be later.

In this way, the cold winter passes and spring comes, but those who are hungry will still be hungry.

If there is no food, you can only steal it. Taking a step back is a dead end, and moving forward is unknown. Generally speaking, people will choose the latter.

He Yunjing insisted on his own idea and Xie Lin was helpless. He couldn't just knock He Yunjing out and take him back. He couldn't beat him anyway, so he could only send a message back to Cen Li again.

Fortunately, He Yunjing did not leave, but a few days later the enemy attacked again, and this time the battle was even bigger.

The battle lasted from midnight to the next afternoon. When it stopped, He Yunjing was completely exhausted. He collapsed on the ground and gasped for breath, and all he exhaled was white mist. There were piles of corpses lying within a few meters around him.

Xie Lin rushed over from the other side, his body shaky. After finding He Yunjing, he collapsed completely, crying and laughing, but stopped abruptly when he saw He Yunjing's left hand.

"Your Majesty, your hand."

He Yunjing's body had long lost all feeling. He was tired and cold.

He shifted his gaze to look at his left hand, and discovered that he had been cut at some point, with his entire little finger cut off and half of his ring finger missing, and the blood had already coagulated.

He Yunjing raised his eyebrows and ordered, "Bring it back to me."

After saying that, He Yunjing fell down. He really had no strength left!