Walking along the streets of the border city, Tang Yuan suddenly said, "I'm utterly useless."
"It's not your fault. It's already impressive that you've managed to keep the people fed."
"It's you who kept them fed. I've accomplished nothing."
"Trusting me and cooperating with me is also a remarkable feat."
Shen Yunyun felt that with all her extraordinary abilities, the fact that the Empress Dowager and the Emperor could accept her without any psychological reservations, even revering her as a deity, showed just how tolerant they were.
The two didn't stay in the city. Instead, they boarded a flying vehicle and headed to a mountain forest outside the city.
Shen Yunyun took out all the supplies, and early the next morning, she went into the city to find General Wei Min, who was stationed there.
Wei Min was racking his brains with worry. A sudden heavy snowfall in the northern frontier had trapped the imperial supply convoy south of Mount Qian, leaving both sides unable to reach each other.
Many of his soldiers had caught colds, the army's combat effectiveness had plummeted, and supplies had been consistently delayed. The military rations could last at most three more days.
If the Northern Yan launched a surprise attack now, they would have no means to resist. Forget defending the country—even surviving would be a struggle.
His mouth was covered in blisters from anxiety. How could he be in the mood to receive visitors?
"Don't bother me with trivial matters."
"Wei Min, you have quite the nerve," the Emperor scolded sternly.
Wei Min hadn't expected that refusing to see someone would result in them barging in anyway.
He sized up the person before him. The clothing was quite strange but looked very warm.
He wanted it.
If the soldiers could wear such clothes, they wouldn't fear the wind and snow.
But this person was incredibly audacious to trespass into the military camp—clearly tired of living.
With that thought, he immediately slammed the table, widened his bull-like eyes, and boomed, "How dare you trespass into the camp! Guards, seize him!"
The Emperor almost laughed in exasperation. He pulled out the auspicious dragon jade pendant from his waist and held it out to Wei Min.
Although Wei Min had been stationed in the northern frontier for years, when he returned to the capital three years ago for a report, he only saw the Emperor from a distance. Thus, he couldn't recognize him.
But the five-clawed golden dragon jade pendant was something only the Emperor could wear.
He immediately knelt tremblingly: "Your servant pays homage to Your Majesty, long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor."
He kowtowed to the Emperor in fear, his mind churning with shock.
The Emperor had arrived in the northern frontier without anyone noticing, and he hadn't received a single piece of information.
Thankfully, he hadn't done anything wrong, or his life would have been forfeit.
At that thought, he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Rise. The northern frontier was hit by a sudden blizzard, and the cold-weather supplies for the soldiers were stranded on the road. I was deeply worried and prayed to heaven. Heaven has bestowed its blessings. Take some men and come with me to retrieve the cold-weather supplies," the Emperor said.
Wei Min was horrified. He had heard of the Golden Dragon legend long ago, but since he wasn't there at the time, he hadn't taken it seriously.
But now, the Emperor suddenly appeared in the northern city and claimed to have cold-weather supplies. The whole situation seemed bizarre.
Still, he clung to a sliver of hope—what if it was true?
Looking at the soldiers falling one by one, these were brothers who had fought alongside him. How could he bear to watch them die?
Even if it meant walking into a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, he had to go.
So he immediately mustered a hundred men to accompany him.
"A hundred men won't be enough."
Today, Shen Yunyun had brought ten thousand sets of clothing. A hundred men definitely couldn't carry that much.
Wei Min's wariness grew even more.