The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2473: A Colorful Dream (Part 1)

"Are you Spatial Elves?" Yang Ruxin softly inquired of the three diminutive beings that danced around her fingertips. "Has my space undergone another evolution?"

However, the trio of little creatures remained utterly silent. Even the familiar notifications from her space failed to materialize.

A sense of helplessness washed over Yang Ruxin; were they incapable of speech, or perhaps unwilling? "Never mind," she mused internally. "Let me examine this space first." To her observation, it appeared unchanged from before, save for a subtle enhancement of golden luminescence.

"If you truly are Spatial Elves, shouldn't you be assisting me with tasks?" Yang Ruxin sighed, lightly tapping one of the small beings with another finger.

The three little creatures ascended into the air, yet they did not venture far, continuing their gentle fluttering before her.

Yang Ruxin relinquished her questioning, content for the moment to simply observe their playful dance.

An indeterminate amount of time elapsed. Suddenly, the three little creatures darted away into the distance.

"You guys..." Yang Ruxin started to call out, intending to pursue them, but a voice calling her name reached her ears. Abruptly, her eyes snapped open, and the realization dawned that she had been dreaming. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

"Madam, are you alright?" Chai Qin asked, her gaze fixed on Yang Ruxin with evident concern. "Did you experience a nightmare?"

"Nightmare?" Yang Ruxin recalled the little elves from her dream and a smile bloomed on her face. "I was dreaming, but it wasn't a nightmare; it was a rather vivid and colorful dream."

A colorful dream? Chai Qin appeared perplexed but did not probe further. Instead, she let out a breath of relief. "It is a relief that you are well. Earlier, I heard you murmuring continuously, and I could not rouse you, which truly frightened me." She turned and poured a cup of warm water. "Have a sip."

Yang Ruxin accepted the cup and took a few sips. "It is not yet dawn; you should return to sleep. I am quite alright now."

Chai Qin assisted Yang Ruxin in settling back down comfortably. After watching Yang Ruxin close her eyes, she then turned and departed.

Southern Border.

Within the command tent, Gu Qingheng sat, slowly savoring his tea. Shortly thereafter, Gu Qiao entered. "General, the news regarding Chen Tianzhao's ascension to the throne has been dispatched to the two princes of Nanzhao."

Gu Qingheng nodded. The message had been sent; now, they would merely await the unfolding internal chaos.

As anticipated, less than two days passed before Nanzhao's troops began to retreat. The Fourth Prince, Chen Tianfu, and the Seventh Prince, Chen Tianzhao, hurried back towards the capital. However, en route, they were ambushed by an unidentified force. The ensuing conflict resulted in the immediate death of the Fourth Prince, Chen Tianfu, while the Seventh Prince, Chen Tianzhao, vanished without a trace.

This news, upon reaching the palace, exacerbated the existing illness of the old king, Chen Zengping, leading to his demise that very night.

Chen Tianzhao promptly declared himself king, a move that instilled wariness and discontent among the other princes, igniting further overt and covert power struggles. Engrossed in their internal conflicts, Nanzhao consequently lacked the resources or inclination to advance north.

Dian City gradually returned to a state of normalcy, and Gu Qingheng led his army to establish a garrison within the city.

The protector of Dian City, Pa Qing, along with the city's soldiers and citizens, extended a warm welcome. Had it not been for the army's timely intervention, Nanzhao's forces would undoubtedly have breached the city gates long ago.

In the evening, Pa Qing hosted a banquet to honor Gu Qingheng and his retinue.

"General, Your Highness," Pa Qing began with a sigh. "Although Nanzhao has retreated, the pressure on this region remains considerable. Should your army withdraw, the Flame Sect could easily seize Dian City." He clearly harbored a deep-seated fear of such an outcome.

Gu Qingheng nodded, acknowledging this as his primary concern, particularly wary of the Flame Sect's formidable 'Medicinal Soldiers'.

"Does Guard Wei have any strategic recommendations?" Gu Qingheng inquired, setting down his wine glass.