"But the Northern Suppression Army...?"
Xiao Yumei's face darkened as she pondered.
From the very first day news of Ye Chen's murder had arrived, she had deliberately gathered information regarding the Wei State Duke.
Naturally, that included the Wei State Duke Mansion and the forces under its command.
The Northern Suppression Army was the Wei State Duke Mansion's largest affiliated force outside the capital. Its five million soldiers were stationed along the long Northern Border, ready at any time to support sentry posts, strongholds, and towns under attack.
It could be said that the Northern Border's prosperity over the past several thousand years had largely relied on the mighty Northern Suppression Army as its backing.
Thinking of how such an army, one meant to protect the people, had become the tool of Mo Yunxuan—a vile, shameless man who acted with utter impunity and wallowed in depravity—Xiao Yumei could not help feeling deeply grieved and enraged.
But dwelling on it now was futile. She could only wait and see whether, in the future, she could make the Northern Suppression Army abandon darkness and turn toward the light, truly standing on the people's side.
She casually threw aside the worn but odorless quilt, got out of bed, and stepped outside. Before her lay the most ordinary farmhouse courtyard imaginable.
The small courtyard faced south, with three rooms in total. The northern room faced south as well, containing a living room and a bedroom.
From her memories, she knew that the eastern side held the kitchen and storage room. Near the corner was a chicken coop, where one rooster and three hens were kept.
The western room was also a bedroom. It had once been where her previous incarnation lived, but after her previous incarnation's parents died, she had moved into the bedroom