If it snows, the road to there will be hard to pass.
"Wait until we reach the next town, letâs hire someone to help us drive the carriage?" Yang Chuxia lifted the curtain and said, it was really cold, and Ye Ziâanâs hands holding the reins were turning red from the cold.
Yang Chuxia was thinking that they should avoid getting sick again.
"Itâs fine, I can drive myself."
"Hire someone to drive, getting sick later will be more trouble." Yang Chuxia muttered, "Youâre not as young as you used to be. In your time, youâre already middle-aged. You need to take care of your health."
Ye Ziâan smiled, "Donât worry, my dear wife, even if I accompany you for another twenty years, it wonât be a problem."
"Twenty years is too short, youâll have to stay with me until weâre seventy or eighty together."
"Haha!" Ye Ziâan laughed heartily, "Alright, we have an agreement, weâll grow old together like old spirits."
The horse carriage sped along the official road, with Ye Ziâanâs cheerful laughter occasionally interrupted by Yang Chuxiaâs coquettish voice.
Traveling swiftly, they finally arrived at Shandong Prefecture City the day before the Lantern Festival.
They found an inn to stay for the night. After resting, Ye Ziâan went to find Yangyang, but unexpectedly got the news that Yangyang had led the troops to the coast, and from the prefecture city to the coast, it would take another three or four days by carriage.
"Are we still going to see our son?"
"Of course, why wouldnât we go?" Yang Chuxia said, "Among our four children, Iâm most worried about Yangyang."
So passing by here without seeing him would not bring peace of mind.
"Alright, weâll go as you say."
The next day, the two of them continued to the coast, where Yangyang was stationed with his troops at a town called Qingdong, ten miles from the sea.
It was said that those pirates usually landed here.
Yang Chuxia always knew that Yangyang leading troops into battle was dangerous, but seeing it with her own eyes was something else.
Unexpectedly, just as she and Ye Ziâan arrived in Qingdong Town, they encountered the Great Zhou army fighting the pirates.
These pirates had clearly been planning for a long time; they came with a dozen ships, each carrying hundreds or even thousands of people.
Without thinking, Yang Chuxia went down to help.
However, being close to the sea, it wasnât long before she noticed that the ships on the sea started catching fire one after another.
The blazing fire lit up the sea, turning it bright red and hot.
"Haha!" Yangyangâs carefree voice shouted, "A bunch of idiots, you thought you could surprise us, but didnât expect us to burn your ships? This time, none of you will return, youâll all die on Great Zhouâs land. Brothers, kill them!!"
"Kill, kill!!"
The pirates panicked as soon as their ships were burned. Without their ships, how would they return to the island? If they couldnât return to the island, no matter how many of them there were, they wouldnât survive on Great Zhouâs land. The Great Zhou army would surely exterminate them.
They just wanted to come and loot, take women, they didnât want to die here.
"Their retreat is cut off, brothers, letâs end them here, avenge the townsfolk who died in Qingdong Town!"
"Revenge! Revenge!"
"..."
Hearing the earth-shaking chants, Yang Chuxia felt the blood in her chest boiling, just wanting to kill, kill, kill, and slay these thieving scum!
Finally, the drums stopped, the ground stained with blood, bodies piled high, it was a terrifying sight.
"Burn all of these, and clean up the place afterward, so as not to scare any passersby." After it ended, Yangyang gave a command and ran straight towards the carriage.