So much grain, even more than what was burned yesterday—a stream of it being nothing short of mouthwatering, high-quality rice and fine white flour.
Everyone was so shocked that even those weary from a night of fighting felt an unusual surge of strength while loading the food.
Outside the city, Ye Jiu and Sikong Mo were finally going to part ways.
At the time of separation, Sikong Mo didn’t have much to say. He only faintly told Ye Jiu, "Take care."
He didn’t even dare to say "wait for my return."
The affairs of the battlefield are unpredictable. His martial arts are extraordinary, and if it came to single combat, he could confidently say that he wouldn’t be afraid of anyone he faced.
But in battles involving thousands of troops, nothing was certain, and even a slight mishap could lead to obliteration.
Just like his own father—the guardian deity in the hearts of the Dongyue people, an existence he could never surpass in his own heart.
Regrettably, he still died in a chaotic battle, and to this day, not even his remains have been found.
If it hadn’t been for the grief he felt upon hearing of his father’s death, he wouldn’t have become so angry and disappointed in Sikong Yun’s actions, nor would he, in his rage, have killed her adulterous lover.
Sikong Mo never understood what she must have been feeling to commit adultery with another man right after her husband’s death became known, when even his bones were missing, and shamelessly bear the bastard child as a successor to the Sikong family, raising him in the Royal Residence for years.
Although Sikong Mo paid a great price for his actions, he never regretted it.
If he could do it all over again, given the chance, he would not hesitate to strike down that man again.
Even if... it meant reliving the agony of being tormented by his own mother, he would still consider it worth the sacrifice.
Ye Jiu didn’t know what Sikong Mo was thinking, only feeling that he was unusually silent today—so silent that it made her slightly uncomfortable.
However, this was only for a moment before she understood.
They had just been through a battle the previous night, and almost half of their provisions had been lost. Although she had managed to replenish the supplies today, Sikong Mo’s discomfort was inevitable.
She understood, after all, most people in this world adhere to a strong sense of male pride. He must despise those who burned the supplies, right?
Just like after he himself burned the supplies for Nanchang’s 200,000-strong army, surely the people of Nanchang wished they could flay and dismember him.
Before leaving, Ye Jiu found Guard Si Nan, "I left some medicine on the carriage for you, the methods and dosages are all written on this paper, take it."
This was something Ye Jiu prepared in her space amidst the chaos after last night’s fire, while everyone else was busy.
Half of it was high-grade medicine from La Sike’s place, and the rest were modern pharmaceuticals. Although they weren’t as effective as those from the Star Plane, they were still far superior to ancient remedies.
She believed Sikong Mo would need them even more than she did.
When Ye Jiu turned to leave, Si Nan asked, "Why doesn’t Miss Ye tell the master herself?"
If the master knew of Miss Ye’s earnest intentions, he would surely be very happy.
But Ye Jiu replied, "It seems Sikong young master is preoccupied with concerns. I’d rather not go over, let Guard Si Nan convey the message instead."
It wasn’t until Ye Jiu and Ye Gaosheng, along with the street urchin Qingyue, squeezed into a carriage, took their people and departed, that Si Nan approached Sikong Mo.