Su Chen and Min Tiange

The Northern Border's scenery carried the chill of all things sealed in ice.

Min Youguo, the State Preceptor whose power dominated the court, actually pulled his cloak tighter against this mortal cold. A servant beside him handed over hot tea. The old man held the cup in both hands. He truly was old now—though he gripped it so tightly with both hands, he still could not stop them from trembling, tea constantly spilling over the rim.

After enduring who knew how much difficulty, he finally brought the cup to his lips. Yet the hot tea had gone completely cold in the winter air.

Steam from the tea climbed onto his lashes and brows, then condensed into droplets that slid from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

In the distance.

Linjiu, who had been painting, stopped his brush. He raised his head slightly and looked through the distance at Min Youguo, who had suddenly aged so much. In a deep voice, he said, "Old thing, you only have this one son."

Min Youguo said nothing.

Linjiu continued, "He is no less than any genius under heaven. He is smarter than anyone, far-sighted, and his talent gave him even a chance of becoming a Great Emperor. He also worked harder than anyone in this world."

"He... only lacked a loving father. And he lacked a little luck."

Min Youguo shuddered. The Northern Border was too cold, cold enough to pierce the bones.

"Give him a chance. So long as you and I are willing, not even the Heavenly King himself can stop us from saving his life!"

Inside Peerless Hall.

Li Xinnian still could not believe what stood before his eyes. He had been wrong. From the very beginning, Mu Xueqing and Min Tiange had never attacked Su Chen during his