She said, Junqing, I'll wait for you.

She also said, Jun Qing, I only believe in you. I will only believe in you for the rest of my life.

Therefore, she took advantage of him and treated him as a pawn on the road to the emperor, opening up territories for her and conquering the world for her.

…

Ling Zhexiao said that the empress was the most ruthless, and Ye Jiangxue said that she wanted to heal his past scars...

…

They are both right.

It's me who's wrong...

"Okay." He heard himself say, "My lord, I obey the order."

Hong Ying looked at the snowflakes on his silver hair, and suddenly felt that this peerless man in front of her was heart-wrenchingly fragile... However, ever since he left the imperial capital, or even earlier, the empress had already calculated this day, and he had been there since then.

to step into the trap.

In the end, what method did the empress use to lure the wisest man in the world to fall into the trap willingly?

...It's power, it's power, or it's... it's emotion, it's love...

With a long sigh, he waved his hand, and the shadow guards who were hiding in the darkness suddenly sprang out and stood in all directions around Yan Junqing, lowering their heads and saying nothing.

Yan Junqing glanced at them slowly and smiled sadly. It turned out that the people around him had already been mobilized by her...

If he hadn't gone to Da Shen, if Ling Zhexiao hadn't agreed to withdraw, if he hadn't surrendered and confessed, these people would have killed him just like they killed Lan Qingchu and Bixiao...

The wind and snow suddenly picked up, and a three-foot whirlwind rolled up at the gate of the city. As the night faded, the elegant man trudged toward the end of the street step by step.

Behind him stood the coach of the Southern Jin Dynasty and countless killers.

But he didn't take it seriously and stubbornly left alone... The white clothes blended with the color of snow, the wound on his arm burst open, and the blood droplets dissipated on the ten-mile long street.

He is the Prince of Shen, a minister of the Southern Jin Dynasty. Behind him are his people, his brother, and his motherland. In front of him are his wife, his promise, and his trust.

Like colorful glass, one fell apart, fell to the ground, and fell into pieces.

Trust, broken.

Love is broken.

Family love is broken.

Ling Qingyu is dead.

Yan Junqing...is also dead.

It was windy and snowy, and Yan Junqing walked in a daze, out of sight of everyone, and never looked back.

The ninth day of the ninth lunar month in the next year of the Empress.

Prime Minister Yan Junqing led a large army to attack Chong City, but was defeated by Ling Zhi Xiao and fled Mingzhou.

On September 12th, Xuanyuan Jing personally led an army to attack Mingzhou in the name of an ally.

On September 15th, Ling Zhexiao retreated to the Shen Imperial Capital and was attacked from both sides.

On September 17, Ling Zhexiao fought his last and fought his way into Chongcheng. Yan Junqing withdrew the enemy and was locked in a stalemate with Ling Zhexiao.

On September 20th, Ling Zhexiao surrounded the city with a large army and forced Yan Junqing to surrender.

On the second day of October, the city was destroyed.

…

The winter of the following year seemed to come very quickly.

The killings outside Wandering Soul Pass continued unabated, staining half of the country with blood, and the prosperity of the imperial capital that had flourished for hundreds of years was scattered.

The battle reports were circulated every day, and the battle between the Southern Jin Dynasty and Dashen fell into a deadlock. The two sides were in a stalemate and would not stop fighting.

Ye Jiangxue sat in the Chaohuang Palace, looking straight out of the window, where the dead leaves were falling and the cold wind was shivering.

Biyun came in with warm tea, glanced at Ye Jiangxue, and without saying a word, silently replaced the cold tea cup in her hand.

Just as she was about to exit, the Empress suddenly asked: "Where is today's battle report?"

Biyun replied softly: "Your Majesty, it's still early, and the battle report will have to wait for another hour to reach the imperial capital."

"Then, what's the news about the Prime Minister?" Ye Jiangxue turned around and asked softly: "There has been no news about him for more than ten days. Is he okay now? Why didn't he write the battle report to me in person? Why didn't anyone tell me?

Where is he now?" She said, Junqing, I'm waiting for you.

She also said, Jun Qing, I only believe in you. I will only believe in you for the rest of my life.

Therefore, she took advantage of him and treated him as a pawn on the road to the emperor, opening up territories for her and conquering the world for her.

…

Ling Zhexiao said that the empress was the most ruthless, and Ye Jiangxue said that she wanted to heal his past scars...

…

They are both right.

It's me who's wrong...

"Okay." He heard himself say, "My lord, I obey the order."

Hong Ying looked at the snowflakes on his silver hair, and suddenly felt that this peerless man in front of her was heart-wrenchingly fragile... However, ever since he left the imperial capital, or even earlier, the empress had already calculated this day, and he had been there since then.

to step into the trap.

In the end, what method did the empress use to lure the wisest man in the world to fall into the trap willingly?

...It's power, it's power, or it's... it's emotion, it's love...

With a long sigh, he waved his hand, and the shadow guards who were hiding in the darkness suddenly sprang out and stood in all directions around Yan Junqing, lowering their heads and saying nothing.

Yan Junqing glanced at them slowly and smiled sadly. It turned out that the people around him had already been mobilized by her...

If he hadn't gone to Da Shen, if Ling Zhexiao hadn't agreed to withdraw, if he hadn't surrendered and confessed, these people would have killed him just like they killed Lan Qingchu and Bixiao...

The wind and snow suddenly picked up, and a three-foot whirlwind rolled up at the gate of the city. As the night faded, the elegant man trudged toward the end of the street step by step.

Behind him stood the coach of the Southern Jin Dynasty and countless killers.

But he didn't take it seriously and stubbornly left alone... The white clothes blended with the color of snow, the wound on his arm burst open, and the blood droplets dissipated on the ten-mile long street.

He is the Prince of Shen, a minister of the Southern Jin Dynasty. Behind him are his people, his brother, and his motherland. In front of him are his wife, his promise, and his trust.

Like colorful glass, one fell apart, fell to the ground, and fell into pieces.

Trust, broken.

Love is broken.

Family love is broken.

Ling Qingyu is dead.

Yan Junqing...is also dead.

It was windy and snowy, and Yan Junqing walked in a daze, out of sight of everyone, and never looked back.

The ninth day of the ninth lunar month in the next year of the Empress.

Prime Minister Yan Junqing led a large army to attack Chong City, but was defeated by Ling Zhi Xiao and fled Mingzhou.

On September 12th, Xuanyuan Jing personally led an army to attack Mingzhou in the name of an ally.

On September 15th, Ling Zhexiao retreated to the Shen Imperial Capital and was attacked from both sides.

On September 17, Ling Zhexiao fought his last and fought his way into Chongcheng. Yan Junqing withdrew the enemy and was locked in a stalemate with Ling Zhexiao.

On September 20th, Ling Zhexiao surrounded the city with a large army and forced Yan Junqing to surrender.

On the second day of October, the city was destroyed.

…

The winter of the following year seemed to come very quickly.

The killings outside Wandering Soul Pass continued unabated, staining half of the country with blood, and the prosperity of the imperial capital that had flourished for hundreds of years was scattered.

The battle reports were circulated every day, and the battle between the Southern Jin Dynasty and Dashen fell into a deadlock. The two sides were in a stalemate and would not stop fighting.

Ye Jiangxue sat in the Chaohuang Palace, looking straight out of the window, where the dead leaves were falling and the cold wind was shivering.

Biyun came in with warm tea, glanced at Ye Jiangxue, and without saying a word, silently replaced the cold tea cup in her hand.

Just as she was about to exit, the Empress suddenly asked: "Where is today's battle report?"

Biyun replied softly: "Your Majesty, it's still early, and the battle report will have to wait for another hour to reach the imperial capital."

"Then, what's the news about the Prime Minister?" Ye Jiangxue turned around and asked softly: "There has been no news about him for more than ten days. Is he okay now? Why didn't he write the battle report to me in person? Why didn't anyone tell me?
Chapter completed!