Huangfu Yuan, meanwhile, was not living in the city as frugally as Du Tianshan had feared.
On the contrary, he was living quite comfortably.
His status had always been extraordinary. Though he had been born to a maid, he was undeniably of Prince of Nanyang's bloodline.
Moreover, he was a reincarnated man, with fragments of decades from his previous life stored in his mind. He knew the court's political landscape, the various factions, and who would soar to great heights in the future.
His volunteering to come to the front lines this time was ostensibly for training, but in truth, he was here to pave the way for himself.
At that moment, Huangfu Yuan sat in a secluded courtyard within the city, drinking with a young man dressed in black and carrying a saber at his waist.
Several delicate dishes sat on the table, while a wine pot warmed over a charcoal brazier, wisps of white steam curling from it.
Several others were keeping them company in the courtyard.
Qingyunzi sat off to one side with his eyes closed, resting. Several followers brought from the Zhou Kingdom sat on either side, each holding a cup of wine. The atmosphere was fairly harmonious.
Huangfu Yuan raised his cup, his gaze settling on the young man in black, his heart filled with emotion.
Su Chen.
That name had thundered through the world in his previous life.
When the Demon Race invaded from the south in his previous life, Su Chen rose to fame in the battle of Zhennan City. He then climbed the ranks with ease, becoming the Yu Kingdom's youngest Border Army commander-in-chief in just a few short years.
He became the pillar holding up the heavens for the Yu Kingdom.
Yet in this life, Su Chen's rise was even fiercer