Her body was pressed onto the bed, Su Yan held his neck, and with his movements, she moaned in pain yet pleasure, occasionally calling his name...

Despite the icy world outside, inside the room, it was passionately fiery all night...

On April 19th of the lunar calendar, Chu Yuxiao personally led the troops and launched an attack on Cangyue Country.

Su Yan was guarding the Imperial Palace, hoping all day for news from the frontlines.

Because Cangyue Country wasn’t easy to deal with, Chu Yuxiao had to personally lead the troops. He didn’t want the war to drag on and didn’t want any accidents, so he had to solve it all himself.

To be honest, Su Yan didn’t like war either.

No matter what excuse starts a war, it always harms the people and sacrifices many innocent lives.

The only way is to end the war in the shortest time and sacrifice the least number of soldiers.

This requires the person leading the troops to be a military genius.

No doubt Chu Yuxiao was such a person. He led the troops to battle, and it’s believed the war would end soon, but Su Yan was still very worried.

She couldn’t bear for him to leave.

More than half a month after Chu Yuxiao left, some princes from the Previous Dynasty, now various marquises living in the Capital City, came knocking at the door.

They collectively came to say they wanted to pay respects to the Empress.

Su Yan didn’t think much and summoned them to Lingxiao Palace for an audience.

Sitting in the main seat, Su Yan looked at the people seated below and had a somewhat vague impression of them.

However, ten years had passed, erasing their former elegance, replacing it with some stodgy or gaunt commonness.

After a few pleasantries, seeing they still had no intention of leaving, Su Yan smiled and asked:

"Gentlemen, is there anything else besides paying respects to me?"

Sitting at the foremost right, the Eighth Prince of the Previous Dynasty, Nan Zhaojian, stroked his small beard, smiled, and said:

"The Empress indeed possesses exceptional wisdom and beauty, we do have matters to discuss with the Empress."

"Oh? What matters?" It truly was no visit without a reason.

On the left, a sickly and gaunt Thirteen Emperor, Nan Zhaoxun, coughed twice and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Pardon my presumption, may I ask if the Empress’s true name is indeed Su Yan?"