"Your Majesty, a secret agent has come to report that King Shuobei is seriously ill and that all the people in Shuobei are leaderless. Your plan is likely to succeed!"
"I know..."
"The barbarian spies in the prince's court have something to look forward to!"
"Well..."
"My lord, it's time for you to take medicine..."
"..."
"Master?"
"Master, what are you doing?!"
"What?! What do you think I'm going to do if my wife is gone?! Of course I'm going to Shuobei to find that cold-hearted Mo Lingshuang!"
Dressed in rich clothes and with a sickly look on her face, she was randomly stuffing a piece of clothing into a bag and replying without raising her head, her tone was very urgent.
"What?!"
"You want to go to Shuobei?!"
"How can that be possible! How can your body withstand the cold weather in Shuobei?! Besides, the road to Shuobei is a long way. If something goes wrong on the way, what should you do if you don't alarm me?"
