He did not think of the time when the Westerners surrounded the capital either. At that time, he was already a seasoned and strong man. He knew what he should and should not understand. No one dared to add the word 'little' in front of 'Marquis' any longer. When it came to the Black Iron Camp's three factions, people would think of Gu Yun himself instead of the old Marquis Gu Shen. He was the last wall before the fall of the country; he did not have much time to pity himself.

What the words 'at the lowest point' and 'hopeless' reminded him of was, in fact, the time when Emperor Long An first ascended the throne and appointed him to escort the Northern Barbarian Prince Jia Lai Ying Huo out of the pass ——

Spring arrived very late that year. It was March, yet there was no vitality in the Northern Frontier. The heaven and earth there seemed to have frozen and could never be rekindled again. Carcasses of cattle and sheep were hidden in deep snow pits by wolves. When people walked back against the wind, their noses and lips would crack, the strong fishy odor filling their throats.

Before the horse could come to a stop, Shen Yi in Light Armor had dropped down first and walked with quick steps to the front of the Marshal's tent. Before he could lift the curtain, there was a muffled cough coming from inside, making Shen Yi's hands tremble with fright.

In front of the Marshal's tent was the commander of the Northern Frontier garrison, who hurriedly said, "It's not Marshal's, it's Master Chen."

"Doctor Chen?"

"Yes, it's said that Master Chen is not in good health and never goes out in winter. This year, he made an exception and journeyed all the way here, he was caught up in the snowstorm just after he left the gate. Even the body and bones of healthy people could not withstand it, let alone him? As soon as he arrived, the doctor himself had collapsed first before he could check on the patient."

Shen Yi had ridden in the snow; his body was covered in the cold mist. Afraid that he would make things worse by rushing in, he retracted his hand that was about to open the tent's curtain.

The anxiousness soaked into his calm eyes and features. It had only been a few days, but his cheeks were already sunken. The horse that was handed over to the guard seemed to be connected with its master's mind and was pacing restlessly.