The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2341: What Should Be Done (6)

Thankfully, Dao Xuzi enjoyed a deep night's slumber before diving into his duties the following morning. Yong You and his two fellow disciples showed up that day, hauling a hefty supply of medicine that sparked fresh hope in the camp's soldiers. Those simply biding time for death escaped their fate, while the ones doomed to lifelong handicaps now glimpsed recovery.

Some days afterward, Zhang Changyang and Nian Qianqian turned up too, laden with abundant medicinal herbs that soared the soldiers' morale to new peaks.

The Nanzhao Palace.

Cheng Zengping, the elderly king, sipped the herbal decoction delivered by the Imperial Physician, then flicked his hand dismissively.

All the palace maids, eunuchs, and the Imperial Physician retreated from the chamber, with just a single attendant left watching over the bed.

"Old Ninth, surely you grasp your father’s deep intentions?" Cheng Zengping breathed out, "Out of your five brothers, you're the one I pin my greatest expectations on, yet Fourth and Seventh brothers outmatch you in power." Thus, the war must wear down those two factions, pinning them at the frontier so Old Ninth can claim the throne unchallenged.

Chen Tianzhao, called Old Ninth, gave a nod. "Father, rest easy—I’ll make an excellent king for Nanzhao."

"But..." A shadow of sorrow crossed Cheng Zengping’s features, "Who knew our push north would get hijacked by Miaojiang and the Flame Sect."

"Fourth Brother and Seventh Brother are skilled; they'll pull through." Old Ninth hastened to comfort his father, "Stop fretting over it—focus on resting now."

Cheng Zengping inclined his head and shut his eyes.

Exiting the old king’s sleeping quarters, Chen Tianzhao’s face darkened sharply as he summoned his trusted aide. "Tell our men to move out."

His confidant saluted with cupped fists before spinning away into the shadows.

A faint smirk tugged at Chen Tianzhao’s mouth. "Fourth Brother, Seventh Brother, you've battled fiercely for Nanzhao Country, only to lay down your lives in the end. Fear not—your little brother will honor you with grand funerals and send your wives and kids to reunite, letting your family revel in eternal joy together."

Brothers, no need to overly thank your younger sibling; it's only fitting.

At that moment, inside the command tent of a different border encampment, the masked Flame and Jin Yuka faced off across from each other.

Flame kept his face impassive, yet his straight-backed stance betrayed a sturdy, powerful build. Jin Yuka, however, looked withered and skeletal, scarcely holding himself up, with frequent yawns that screamed of a desperate addict.

"Told you we'd team up." Flame grinned, drumming his fingers lightly on the table.

"Flame, my earlier thinking was too shortsighted." Jin Yuka lifted his wine cup in toast, sipped lightly, then winced in discomfort, hand over mouth as another yawn hit.

"With King Yun under our control, the path ahead is clear. Shatter Dian City, and Daxuan’s southern barrier crumbles—we march north from there. Beijing falls soon enough." Flame bellowed a laugh, "We'll stand as the truest force of justice." My original scheme was to hunt King Kang’s treasure first, but passing up Nanzhao’s assault on Daxuan like this? Who can say when such a prime moment strikes again.

Jin Yuka let out yet another yawn, rubbing his nose. "Yeah... Flame, got any Divine Incense to share? Mine’s gone, and it’s torture."