"Are you Spatial Elves?" Yang Ruxin softly asked the three little creatures bouncing around her fingertips, "Has my space evolved again?"

But the three little creatures remained silent, and even the prompt from the previous space didn’t appear.

Yang Ruxin felt helpless; are they unable to speak, or what? Forget it, she thought. Let me take a look at this space first. Unfortunately, it seems the same as before, just with a bit more golden light.

"If you really are Spatial Elves, shouldn’t you help me with things?" Yang Ruxin sighed and tapped one of the little creatures with another finger.

The three little creatures soared into the air but did not leave; they just continued to flutter in front of her.

Yang Ruxin gave up asking, simply watching them frolic before her.

It’s unclear how much time passed, but suddenly the three little creatures flew far away.

"You guys..." Yang Ruxin just wanted to chase them, but a voice calling her sounded in her ear, and she abruptly opened her eyes, realizing she had been dreaming; she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Madam, are you alright?" Chai Qin looked at Yang Ruxin, worriedly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Nightmare?" Yang Ruxin thought of the little elves in her dream and immediately smiled, "I was dreaming, but it wasn’t a nightmare; it was a colorful dream."

A colorful dream? Chai Qin was puzzled, but did not inquire further, instead exhaling in relief: "It’s good that you’re alright. Earlier, I heard you talking constantly, but I couldn’t wake you up, which scared me a lot." She turned and poured a cup of warm water, "Have a sip."

Yang Ruxin took it and drank a couple of sips: "It’s still not light yet; go back to sleep; I’m fine now."

Chai Qin helped Yang Ruxin lie down comfortably, watched her close her eyes, and then turned to leave.

Southern Border.

Gu Qingheng sat in the command tent slowly sipping tea. Soon, Gu Qiao walked in: "General, the news of Chen Tianzhao’s ascension to king has been delivered to the two princes of Nanzhao."

Gu Qingheng nodded, the message was delivered; now let’s wait and see their internal chaos.

Sure enough, in less than two days, Nanzhao retreated its troops, and Fourth Prince Chen Tianfu and Seventh Prince Chen Tianxi hurriedly returned to the capital, but encountered an unknown force on the road that ambushed them, resulting in the Fourth Prince Chen Tianfu being killed on the spot, and the Seventh Prince Chen Tianzhao went missing.

And this news, upon entering the palace, worsened the illness of the old king Chen Zengping, who passed away that night.

Chen Tianzhao immediately announced himself as king, which caused the other princes to be wary and dissatisfied, leading to increased overt and covert strife. Preoccupied with their own affairs, Nanzhao had no energy to head north.

Dian City finally returned to normal, and Gu Qingheng led the army to garrison Dian City.

The guard of Dian City, Pa Qing, led the soldiers and civilians to welcome them warmly; if it weren’t for the army’s blocking, Nanzhao’s forces would have long breached the city gates.

In the evening, Pa Qing set up a banquet to entertain Gu Qingheng and others.

"General, Prince." Pa Qing sighed, "Although Nanzhao has retreated, the pressure here is still significant; if the army withdraws, the Flame Sect could easily capture Dian City." He was, indeed, afraid of dying.

Gu Qingheng nodded, this was what he feared most, truly wary only of the Flame Sect’s Medicinal Soldiers.

"Does Guard Wei have any good suggestions?" Gu Qingheng put down his wine glass.