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The guards of Phoenix Moon Palace shouted, their eyes sharp like swords, they scanned across the crowd. The Hubei special arc knife on his waist refracted a dazzling cold light under the cold light.

Phoenix Moon Hall was the northern duke of Zhenbei's beloved concubine Yan's chamber. Because the Yanshi liked to use the beautiful silo produced in the south of the river the most, Phoenix Moon Hall was extremely extravagant. However, at that moment, because of Su Hou Fei, the hall was extremely simple and the walls were covered in white silk.

"I'm afraid that this child is at his wit's end. Hurry up and get me my medicine box!"

"What are you panicking for? The sky hasn't fallen yet!"

The young man who was the head of the Imperial Physician Bureau scolded her softly. He turned around, lifted the curtain with his robe and peered inside. "Sir, is there any hope for this child?"

The old imperial physician fell silent as he heard her words. He forced himself to calm down as he stroked his three-inch beard with his fingers and reluctantly nodded.

The faces of the Imperial Physician Bureau officials waiting outside had already turned pale, but seeing that the old doctor's order still held some certainty, they heaved a sigh of relief and managed to keep their throbbing hearts in their stomachs.

The Li Kingdom was located in the northern part of the Grand Xia, which was extremely cold. It was an important town that had guarded the northern border for generations. It was known for its valiant disposition. Although the disciples of the aristocratic families in Hubei were not as coquettish as those from the capital, when faced with such a troublesome matter at the moment, the imperial physicians were still flustered.

The doctor came running through the curtain with hurried steps. In his hands was an exquisite needle box that he placed in front of the old doctor.

The old imperial physician looked at the infant on the bed and didn't dare to hesitate. He immediately took out one of the golden needles and dipped it in the alcohol before starting to roast it over the candle flame.

He looked at the imperial physician beside him, who was trembling uncontrollably. He quickly wiped away the sweat on his forehead, and picked up the infant, who was still in his swaddling clothes, with trembling hands.

In the silk dress held by the doctor, the cold face of the baby was suffused with a heart-palpitating red color.

"Sir, this …" Is there really a way to save them? "

The young doctor felt the dying breath of the baby, and his heart sank to the bottom.

"No need for further words, this old man will do his best!"

The old imperial physician carefully probed the pulse on the baby's chest, his hand gripping the golden needle unsteadily.

The imperial physicians were at their wits end, and the entire imperial physician department was in chaos. Only the old doctor's order held a sliver of hope.

Seven days ago, the White Emperor's beloved concubine, Mu, happened to be on the way back to the west capital, and happened to be on the way north of the Xia Kingdom's marquis. The Great Yong Martial Palace's commander, Ling Tian, led the army to resist the enemy, and Mu Yunchang, who was pregnant by the army in the midst of chaos, was suddenly rescued by a group of soldiers.

Su Jin quickly took out the seven-colored lingzhi mushroom that she inherited from her family, barely hanging onto this baby's last breath for seven whole days. Even though she repeatedly asked a famous doctor in Hubei for help, she couldn't do anything about it.

Once seven days passed, the Lingzhi medicine would lose its potency and the infant would no longer have any signs of survival. It would only be able to return to the heavens without any technique, and even a deity would not be able to save it.

If it was any other person's child, they would have died in this chaotic world, but this baby was the youngest son of Bai Yi, the King of the North. Furthermore, Bai Yi had recognized him as his son before he was born, so he had to receive the blood of his ancestors and put on the crown of the North King.

In order to marry this girl, the Great Yong Emperor Bai Yi even challenged the Bai Clan's rule of not marrying the Da Xia Empire for hundreds of years. It could be said that he doted on his mother for a thousand times, and his only son, Mu Yunchang, had to protect him from the bottom of his heart.

In the event that this child could not live, and there was a war going on, no one could imagine what the insane Overlord of Yong Dynasty would do. It was even possible that he could slaughter over four hundred thousand civilians and soldiers in Hubei Province.

Just as the officials from the Imperial Physician Bureau were at a loss as to what to do, the white curtain in the main hall suddenly flew open.

A pair of heavy dark leather boots stepped on the ground, raising waves of dust. Behind him, a few officials of the mansion followed closely, bringing about waves of hurried footsteps.

In the blink of an eye, the fully armored leader lifted the curtain with one hand and looked at his beloved concubine as she gave birth to her baby. Then, he turned around and walked towards the bed surrounded by the imperial physician's office.

The man's entire body was wrapped in exquisite heavy armor. His handsome face now displayed his might and fatigue. The metal armor with the flower pattern of goldflower on his chest shone brightly under the light of the fire, showing off the might and glory the clan had displayed for the past hundred years.

Amidst the commotion, all of the officials from the Imperial Physician Bureau kneeled down. The man didn't even spare them a glance as he walked past the crowd with an air of superiority that permeated the four seas, heading deeper into the palace.

Seeing this person, the old imperial physician's hand trembled slightly. The court ladies at the side immediately knelt down and lowered their heads. "Lord …"

When the Duke of Zhenbei saw the old imperial physician holding a golden needle while the palace maid held the child in her arms was shaking nonstop, he immediately understood.

He had already expected this outcome from seven days ago. However, three days ago, a military report had arrived saying that the Northern King was leading a huge army of 100,000 men to attack the Dragon Seal Mountain Pass day after night, killing everyone in their path.

Within three days, due to the upheaval caused by the birth of a small child, the sixteen kingdoms' military forces had made great changes to the south and gathered together to attack the north.

Even Long Ze, one of the Ten Marquis of Imperial Decorations, a Marquis of Wuxiang who was personally bestowed the title of "Vermillion Bird of Grand Xia" by the Xia Emperor, personally called back 180,000 iron tigers from the Grand Xia's Hanhai, and levied troops to the north. These two were the most conceited and "first in the world" of the northern and southern dynasties. Their meeting was destined to be a grand occasion for the military.

The Battle of the Mastiff and Dragon Slope in the city of Jiancheng, which is now six days old. The one hundred thousand Blood Wolves of the Northern Lion of Ye were guarding Danyang City. Outside of the city was the one hundred and fifty thousand Blood Wolf Cavalry of the Vermillion Bird of the Grand Xia. Twin fighting, more than three thousand miles in the field, wounded over seven hundred fields, victory or defeat unknown.

The so-called plot in secret and defeat in divulge, the army of three matters not more secret.

Almost all the intelligence services of Da Xia Empire and Da Xia Empire had been deployed. The movements of the grass and the wind here could affect the overall structure of the world. However, Su Jin knew even more that the key to this battle wasn't the outcome of the battle between Long Ze and Ling Tian Ji, but the life and death of the baby in his hands.

"Report!" The sound of urgent footsteps came from outside the palace.

From outside the hall, a sonorous sound could be heard, "The West Chu Duke's thirteenth Martial Order has arrived!"

"Duke of the West Chu? Is it so urgent? "

Su Jin's tiger eyes turned slightly cold.

West Chu's Duke — — Zuo Zhao Mu Hou, Xia Yu Shi.

Xia Yushi's father was the Xia Jing Emperor who had created the "golden age of the emperor", and Xia Yu Shi's older brother was the Xia Wu Emperor who had the reputation of "Emperor Zhongxing".

Both father and brother are the mighty masters of martial arts recorded in the history books of Grand Xia. Born into such a family when the summer rain, but when young with weak in the "Xia Zong Shrine Entrance Examination" in the wind review. It was as if this duke who specialized in poetry was very satisfied with his identity. After all, among the sons of the Xia Jing Emperor, there was no lack of outstanding talents.

However, no one expected that the last person to obtain the throne was Gong Shi Shi's unremarkable son. The whole world was hoping that after the emperor of the poetry, he would be able to inherit the legacy of the emperor who opened the emperor and usher in a truly prosperous era of cultivation. Unfortunately, on the day that the new Emperor ascended the dragon, the Emperor gave the throne to his older brother — — Xia Wu Emperor.

The so-called golden age of Xiuwen was just a fleeting flash in the pan. Once again, the power of Grand Xia fell into the hands of the butcher.

During the reign of the Xia Wu Emperor, he launched a second Northern Channeling, and all of them died of failure. Eight years had passed since the last Northern Chasm, and Grand Xia had still yet to recover from its defeat.

In Su Jin's opinion, Xia Yu was a "hidden" person, but this person's shrewdness was even more difficult to fathom than the Martial Emperor. Emperor Wen Shao had sent him, the sole surviving Duke of Da Xia, with an unfathomable meaning.

As Uncle Wang, Xia Yushi was the overseer of this Northern Alliance Army and also a Marquis, under the orders of the Eastern Emperor, she was secretly sent by the Emperor to Xia Yu not for the dukes of the world to see, but for Su Jin to see.

Su Jin knew this very well. Ever since the start of the war, he'd ordered one hundred thousand men of the Qiushan to ride high and slay the dragon on the northern hill. He could only use the momentum of a fierce tiger to intimidate the dukes, but he didn't move a single soldier.