"You can go home."

"Your Highness, I dare not entertain such thoughts. All I want now is to stay by Your Highness's side and serve Your Highness."

"The wind on the snow plains will wrinkle your face, the cold of the snow plains will age your voice. Jin land is where one truly thrives.

I told you long ago, if you want to go back, I would agree. This is not sarcasm, nor falsehood, I am sincere."

"Your Highness, I no longer have a home. Even if I return to Jin land, how should I conduct myself?"

Upon hearing this, the Third Prince sighed and said:

"Home is still there, otherwise, why do those Jin slaves in the tribe all want to flee to Snow Sea Pass?

Alas, ultimately, it's my elder brother who acted too arrogantly this time. If you're going to chase fleeing slaves, then chase them properly. But he killed that group of slaves and piled them into mounds.

The Yan people have achieved consecutive victories in external conquests these years, defeating Qian, devouring Jin, slaughtering Chu, driving out our holy tribe. How could that young Lord of the Yan people tolerate such humiliation?

Actually, it all boils down to me being too useless, unable to handle matters. Otherwise, when the king rebelled back then, even if my father disagreed, I should have led a group loyal to me and first assassinated my father and several brothers, then asked the king to send troops to help me take control of the Naman Tribe."

A flash of murderous intent appeared in the Third Prince's eyes.

Madam Wu immediately said:

"Your Highness, if you go, you might, you might..."

"Are you afraid I might die south of Snow Sea Pass? Haha, actually, it's all a loss. Don't be deceived by the current glory of the Naman Tribe; it's just a delayed loss.

To me, the reason the Yan people haven't attacked the snow plains yet is firstly because they need to recuperate, and secondly because they need to guard against Chu State.

But when the Yan people are prepared, they will surely invade the snow plains. Lord Pingye, oh Lord Pingye, the emperor of Yan has granted the title of general at Snow Sea Pass, and the intention is already quite clear.

Right now...

If I could truly handle things,

I should have united with that Lord of the Yan people at Snow Sea Pass before my elder brother caused trouble, to ask for help in rebelling against my father and controlling the tribe.

In this way, although our Naman Tribe would be reduced to a dog on a chain under that lord's command, it would still be better than becoming a dead dog."

"Your Highness, today you say..."

"From reading, I've come to realize more and more clearly one thing, do you know what it is?"

"Your Highness, I do not know."

"Haha, that is a scholar is utterly useless."

Madam Wu dared not say a word.

The Third Prince slammed the table heavily,

though he had the face of a wild person, he showed scholarly demeanor,

yet at this moment, his eyes reddened as he spoke word by word:

"But originally, my holy tribe had the chance to win!"

...

Since being beaten by my lord, Xue Three's mood has been very bad, exceptionally bad indeed.

These days, he has been reflecting;

clever and charming, a fine young man like himself,

why would he make such a low-level mistake?

He couldn't understand,

the less he understood the angrier he got,

so,

when he plunged the dagger into the neck of this Naman Tribe soldier, he intentionally pushed it a few centimeters deeper and twisted it.

For an assassin, this is a great taboo because it may cause more noise or splash more blood.

But Xue Three felt that his inner depression seemed to dissipate a bit because of it,

therefore,

after lurking beside another Naman Tribe soldier,

he once again thrust the dagger fiercely into the man's chest.

Ah,

much more comfortable.

The two corpses were tossed aside, Xue Three looked up at the two soldiers above who seemed to be dozing off, and climbed up at lightning speed.

These two were indeed dozing off.

Back to back, deeply asleep, and snoring.

This made Xue Three a bit displeased, working hard to sneak over to kill you, pull out the nails, and you treat my efforts like this?

Your watch is arduous, but could you please honor my labor a bit?

So,

Xue Three reached out and woke them up,

when they opened their eyes,

two daggers were precisely thrust into their necks, the two struggled, eyes wide open, staring at Xue Three in extreme panic, unable to make a sound.

Xue Three just met their gaze and enjoyed this feeling,

until,

they stopped breathing.

"Ah..."

It's satisfying.

Xue Three retracted the dagger, stood up, footsteps somewhat shaky, body slightly swaying.

Lifted his head,

looked at the bright and clear sky over the snow plains,

this is the life he wanted.

Even Xue San wanted to sing a song, but now was not the right time.

He could only descend the tower, lurk to another tower, quickly dispatch the two Naman Tribe soldiers below, and then climbed up the tower.

This time, Xue San was fairly satisfied, the two soldiers on the tower weren't asleep.

But their vigilance was actually not high.

One leaned on the railing, seeming to miss a maiden in some family's tent.

One was sitting on the tower's plank, weaving flower wreaths.

A very melancholy scene, matched with this starry sky, some soothing violin accompaniment would enhance the mood.

Xue San held some pity for this scene,

silently hanging on the tower's edge, "drinking together as three" with them, enjoying this literary feel.

Who knows how long passed,

in any case,

because his efficiency was so high, it led to a lot of free time before the pre-agreed moment.