The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2363: Pulling Back the Troops (Part 1)

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Previously on The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space...
Yang Ruxin caught Sanni and Zhou Xiao eavesdropping on the Ma Family's plot to strip and detain Wang Baozhu before taking her to town, punishing them with an hour of horse stance. Days flew by with New Year preparations, including pig slaughters on the Little Year. On the twenty-eighth lunar month, Yang Baixiang led the tomb-sweeping ritual with family members, lamenting Gu Qingheng's absence due to the ongoing war.

Next to the village's other burial grounds lies the Yang Family’s main household tomb, fenced separately with just one elaborately built grave.

At the village entrance, Yang Ruxin built an ancestral hall for the primary family branch, dedicated to honoring Yang Baiyue. Though he had shortcomings, Mo Wenjie was the true culprit. By recognizing that, Yang Baiyue stays a young-deceased father and forebear of the North Shore Yang Family.

Dapu East Village had plenty of Yangs, and after Yang Ruxin cut ties with the old residence and relocated north across the Xiaocang River to construct a modest dwelling, folks began calling this line the North Shore Yang Family.

This title delighted Yang Ruxin, sounding far better than the Yang Family’s main household label.

Once the grave visit ended, Yang Baixiang, Dong Wenxiu, and the rest headed to the ancestral hall to offer incense, then kindled the Everlasting Lamp, set to burn until the second day of Lunar New Year’s evening before snuffing out.

Before, the ancestral hall stood locked; now, guards watch over it.

Xu Shou and his wife serve as the ancestral hall’s keepers. Upon hearing about their son, they rushed to find him, reaching Beijing only to discover his demise. Lost and dejected with no place to turn, they came back, welcomed by the Yang Family. They offered to protect the Yang Family ancestral hall.

With the tomb visitors gone, unease gripped Yang Ruxin. Yesterday, she dispatched word to Gu Qingheng, yet by nightfall, neither Xiaohei nor Heihei had come back.

"Madam, no need to fret; the young master is certain to be alright." Chai Qin struggled for words of solace, uttering something even she deemed hollow.

"I know he’s okay." Yang Ruxin nodded, her hand pressing to her chest. The Heart Poisonous Insect link bound them; danger to him would alert her. Lacking sharp distress, Gu Qingheng stayed secure, though her concern hinted he was amidst combat.

Chai Qin had nothing more to offer.

At that moment, beyond Dian City, Gu Qingheng clashed in his initial skirmish against the Nanzhao forces.

Still, Miaojiang folk and Flame Sect members held their position unmoving.

"General Gu, this feels strange." From the hilltop beside Gu Qingheng, Zhou Jiang scowled down at the fray. "Why are Nanzhao soldiers crumbling so readily now? Yun Wang wouldn’t have taken such brutal defeats otherwise."

"True, their commander is Fourth Prince Chen Tianfu, no weakling. What turned him feeble all of a sudden?" Yun Zhan shared the confusion. "I’ve crossed blades with him; he outmatches me." Yet today, Gu Qiao could fell him in under ten exchanges.

Gu Qingheng just smirked. "Pull back the troops."

The adjutant at his rear swiftly sounded the horn to summon the soldiers.

Suddenly, the tactically dominant Great Yan army retreated completely. Chen Tianfu, soaked in icy sweat, puzzled over his vanished inner force and the foe’s odd retreat when victory was at hand, but escape trumped questions—he bolted to his base in haste.

"Why?" Doubt etched Zhou Jiang’s face as he eyed Gu Qingheng.

"Since I won’t play pawn for another." Gu Qingheng scoffed, wheeling his steed and riding off.