"Fourth Prince Zhao Yan?"
Han Yu blinked her big eyes in surprise. "Master... you actually know the Fourth Prince?"
She tilted her little head, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.
But according to the old men at the teahouse, the Fourth Prince had been banished to this bitterly cold frontier many years ago after losing the struggle for the throne.
If the Crown Prince had not pleaded for him so fiercely back then, he would likely have already lost his head... So many years had passed, yet Master looked barely over twenty. How could she know him?
Su Yueli merely smiled faintly without explaining much. She simply rubbed Han Yu's head. "Let's go. You'll know when we get there."
Over the long years, she had witnessed far too many dynasties rise and fall, too many renowned figures grow old.
To mortals, several decades were enough for seas to become mulberry fields, but in her eyes, they were no more than a breeze that vanished in an instant.
Master and disciple crossed the desert winds and sand, taking twists and turns before finally reaching the outskirts of the military camp at Blackwind Pass.
This frontier camp appeared dilapidated and desolate.
Howling gales swept up yellow sand and battered the crooked wooden fences. The tents were covered in patches and bloodstains.
When Su Yueli and Han Yu, looking like immortal maidens descended to earth, appeared outside the camp, the formerly boisterous grounds fell deathly silent in an instant.
Quite a few rough soldiers, bare-chested and covered in scars, stopped what they were doing and stared at the two women, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.
In this godforsaken, bitterly cold land, when had they ever seen such peerlessly beautiful women?
"Who goes there?!"
Before long, a burly officer in iron