"Throw it away." Song Jiang glanced down at a hint of red fabric at his feet, calmly giving it a kick inward. While Tang Yu's outfit in that red robe was indeed eye-catching, it wasn't meant for him to look at. It was simply too distracting.

Seeing his trembling body, she threw the fox fur robe beside her over to him.

"Thank you." As her body gradually warmed under the fox fur, a faint blush appeared on her face. She had originally thought that the emperor of the neighboring country would be a formidable figure, but now it seemed that he was also a decent person. Rubbing her still slightly sore neck, she smiled at Song Jiang with a touch of playfulness.

Song Jiang stared at the blush on his face, and suddenly moved closer, with only an inch of distance between their noses. "Thank me? How about offering yourself to me instead?"

Tang Yu, wrapped in a fox fur coat, stood frozen in place. The blush on his face spread across his cheeks. "I... I am a man."

"What does it matter if it's a man?" Song Jiang raised an eyebrow and asked.

Tang Yu was at a loss for words. After a long silence, he spoke up, "As the ruler of a fallen nation, the treatment I received is truly inappropriate."

"Hmm?" Song Jiang examined him for a moment and said, "Either sit down or go down to Songguo."

This is still quite a distance away. Song Jiang said this to make Tang Yu realize the difficulty and retreat. But unexpectedly, Tang Yu stood up and fixed his gaze on him, making his intention unmistakably clear.

"Stop!" Song Jiang's face turned dark as he halted the car. He watched as a white figure slowly got out of the car with a somewhat displeased expression.

Suddenly, Tang Yu turned around, and Song Jianglin thought he was going to change his mind. Unexpectedly, he took off the fox fur coat from his body and handed it to Song Jianglin. Seeing that Song Jianglin hesitated to take it for a long time, Tang Yu then put it on the sedan chair and got off himself.

Song Jiang watched as his frail body trembled in the cold wind, a surge of anger inexplicably welling up inside him. "Let's go."

Everyone hurriedly rode forward while Tang Yu slowed down step by step, soon falling behind the team. Two guards followed closely behind him, never leaving his side.

Tang Yu couldn't help but smile. Even if he were to run away, where could he possibly escape to? For a moment, he stopped his footsteps as he looked upon the desolate frontier. Gazing at the sky where the cold geese flew, he couldn't help but feel a deep melancholy. This emperor, there really isn't much to gain from being in his position! Why is it that even his elder brothers are all coveting this throne?

"Hurry up!" The guard behind couldn't help but give Tang Yu a push. With this push, Tang Yu lost his footing and fell to the ground, covered in mud and sand. The two people quickly lifted him up and pulled him along.

The team ahead stopped, and they quickly caught up with Tang Yu. At the moment they saw Song Jianglin, the two of them unconsciously let go of Tang Yu's hand at the same time. Tang Yu collapsed on the ground like a puddle of soft bones.

Song Jiang's body trembled slightly as he walked up to Tang Yu, helping him up and saying, "Do you still want to show off your strength?"

Tang Yu pushed Song Jiang Linlin silently, staggering back a few steps.

"Someone, come here." With a darkening expression, Song Jiang's face became gloomy. In the chilling wind, that bone-piercing coldness seemed to intensify. Song Jiang spoke in a melancholic tone, "Bring the rope over."

Immediately, someone brought over a rope—a grass rope thicker than a thumb, the kind usually used to bind prisoners. As for Tang Yu, a pampered Imperial descendant with delicate skin and tender flesh, his hands were already red from being bound with the rope.

Song Jiang looked on as if he hadn't seen anything. Since he wasn't his own person, there was no need for him to worry about his life or death.

"I see that you're walking too slowly, delaying the speed of returning to court." Song Jiang tugged at the rope, causing Tang Yu to stumble and almost fall. He looked at Song Jiang Lin in a state of panic and confusion - they were going to run with horses!

He had seen it before. When he was young, the Second Prince used this method to punish deserters and torture spies.

It is him who ties a rope to him and lets him run with the horse on horseback. How could a person outrun a horse, especially in such a harsh environment on the border, and with Tang Yu's frail body, how could he endure such torture.

In the midst of Tang Yu's panic and confusion, Lin Songjiang had already mounted his horse and said, "Let's go."

Song Jiang still had some concerns in the end. The speed at which he rode his horse was almost the same as Tang Yu's walking speed, but Tang Yu was also stumbling and staggering, not stopping for a moment.

Whether it was intentional or due to anger, the horse's speed gradually increased. Tang Yu couldn't keep up with the pace, and his hands were being pulled forcefully, causing pain. Unable to control his feet, he suddenly fell to the ground. Song Jianglin, who was riding ahead, didn't notice and continued to move forward, the speed only getting faster.

Tang Yu was dragged along, his white sacrificial robes stained with mud. His body was covered in tiny wounds caused by the sand on the ground, especially on his wrists where the rope had cut into his flesh, causing them to peel and leaving traces of blood mixed with dirt and sand. The pain was so intense that he gritted his teeth.

His entire body was covered in wounds, and his hair bun was already messy. The current Tang Yu had nothing in common with the previous person who was as elegant as jade.

The accompanying group silently followed along, but deliberately avoided looking at the scene of abuse. The once dashing young nobleman had been tortured to this state. Indeed, Song Jianglin was a tyrant, and a perverted one at that.

With a loud "Wow!", a mouthful of fresh blood burst out from Tang Yu's mouth. In this moment, Tang Yu felt as if his entire body was no longer his own; his entire being was being torn apart, and his internal organs were on the verge of being expelled.

"Yuer, my dear, come into your great-grandmother's arms." In the darkness, an old woman dressed in palace attire appeared. With her silvery hair flowing, she smiled warmly at Tang Yu, even the wrinkles on her face seemed to smile kindly.

"Imperial grandmother." Tang Yu weakly called out, feeling a sensation of impending death overwhelming him. The surroundings grew increasingly blurry, gradually consumed by darkness. He passed away just like that, deeply regretting not being able to fulfill his duty to his ancestors.