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The news that the Desolate King of the Fallen Nation Yuan Cang has raised an army has spread like wildfire, causing panic throughout Chang'an. In this chaotic time, despite decades of peace that have made people complacent, the underlying anxiety has once again stirred the aristocrats of Chang'an, who believed they were living in a stable era, to launch a wave of denunciation.
The first to be implicated were several former nobles from the previous dynasty surrounding Chang'an. To better control these individuals, an Imperial Decree was issued summoning all foreign nobles to the capital. Shortly after this decree was announced, news emerged that Prince Qi Che had committed suicide in his residence.
With the death of Prince Huai, the nobles immediately felt that the news of the Desolate King's impending invasion was indeed true. They hastily submitted petitions demanding military action to suppress him and calling for the execution of his entire clan, suggesting that only by dismembering him could public sentiment be calmed. The new emperor, Jun Ye Su, responded to these demands with tacit approval, turning a blind eye and leaving court affairs to the Chancellor.
The new Chancellor of the Crimson Kingdom is an extremely mysterious figure who also serves as the National Master of the Crimson Kingdom. He rarely appears except for major matters and usually sends disciples to convey messages, leaving the outside world unaware of his true identity.
The National Master is decisive and has arranged for an army of one hundred thousand to be on standby for suppressing rebellion. He has also assigned additional guards to various nobles, which greatly pleased them.
The actions of Cha Xiaomian Yanluo and the Rebels are proceeding vigorously...
At this time, Su Peijiu is nearing her due date in June, her belly growing larger. Listening to her subordinates continuously reporting news from Chang'an, she remains calm.
Ji Yuxian, having nothing else to do, entrusted the demonic sect to his Guardians and spent his days accompanying Su Peijiu on leisurely outings, embodying the role of a devoted husband so well that Su Peijiu almost felt as if it was he who was pregnant instead of her.
Since that day, she had not seen Qi Mo; it was as if he had vanished from this southern region just like he did last July.
An unintentional person never considers others' feelings; they come and go as they please, like the wind that stirs ripples in another's heart without a care... She bit her lip in thought but suddenly jolted at her own musings, her gaze dimming once more.
Ji Yu, who had been closely observing her expression, noticed a flicker in her phoenix eyes. Knowing that a pregnant woman's emotions should not fluctuate too greatly, he quickly spoke up to divert her attention from that person.
"Ge'er, have you thought about what name to give the child?"
Sure enough, upon mentioning the child, her interest piqued as she nodded eagerly: "I have thought of many names. The name you asked that master for was simply too strange; it sounded like a Dharma Name—Daoji! Why would anyone name their child Daoji?"
Ji Yu's face showed embarrassment; he too had been puzzled when he first brought back that name. Later he learned that the person he encountered that day was not a master at all but rather a Buddha who had stolen his master's robe. "So Ge'er, do you have any good names?"
"If it's a boy," she said with sparkling eyes filled with maternal anticipation, "I want to call him Jin Sheng. Sheng'er sounds really nice."
"Isn't that a bit too girly?" Ji Yu clearly disagreed.
"I just want to raise a girl. If I raise her as a girl, she won't have the ambitions of you men when she grows up, and she won't cause me so much trouble in the future. Isn't that great?" She smiled lovingly while touching her belly.
When Ji Yu heard about not having the ambitions of men, his eyes dimmed slightly for a moment. He nodded, "Then let's call her Jin Sheng."
"In the future, when Sheng'er is born, Senior Brother will teach her martial arts. Even though it's me, a woman, raising her, she shouldn't lose the vigor of a boy. I really hope she grows up to be a righteous and healthy child." She smiled at Ji Yu as if she could see the future.
As a mother, she didn't seek wealth or fame for him; she only wished for him to live a peaceful and joyful life, self-sufficient.
Having experienced those storms herself, how could she bear for him to walk his own path?
"Looking at you, you really do have some semblance of being a parent," Ji Yu remarked with emotion, feeling somewhat nervous. He suddenly reached out to grasp Su Peijiu's delicate hand resting on her belly.
Su Peijiu looked at him in surprise: "?"
Ji Yu's red lips moved a few times, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his enchanting face as he gazed into Su Peijiu's clear eyes.
Do you want to find a father for the child? What about me?
He thought he could at least ask those two sentences jokingly with a smirk, but standing in front of her, he realized he had overestimated himself. Looking into those starry eyes, he smiled gently: "Tonight, Yan Bai has prepared your favorite dishes. Hurry and wash your hands."
Su Peijiu smiled and nodded as she stood up, carefully walking towards the front while holding her belly and calling for her maid...
Ji Yu stood in place, his red clothes should have been vibrant and spirited, but somehow they had taken on a hint of desolation. He watched the slender figure step away, lost in thought.
………………
Cold, extremely cold.
Painful, extremely painful.
Qi Che When he regained consciousness, he felt only two sensations. After much effort, he opened his eyes and saw the dark ceiling of a tent. Struggling to prop himself up, he noticed a candlelit table not far away, where a person draped in heavy mink fur was carefully examining something on the table. Surrounding him were three braziers, crackling with lively flames.
Looking around him, he saw a pitifully small brazier burning beside him and couldn't help but voice his grievance: “Fourth Brother, is this how you treat your little brother?”
The person wrapped in mink fur turned at the sound. His peach blossom eyes held no light, and as he slightly curled his lips, a cold smile emerged that sent chills down one's spine. He spoke in a voice as cold and elegant as Cold Jade: “If I were to mistreat you, you would have been dead long ago.”
Qi Che pouted and, enduring the pain in his body, got off the couch and walked over unsteadily. He saw the map on the table, with circles drawn around locations indicating the current deployment of the Crimson Kingdom army and the locations of their granaries. Instead of being surprised, he exclaimed excitedly: “Fourth Brother finally figured it out? Are you planning to take charge now?”
Qi Mo neither nodded nor shook his head but looked thoughtfully at Qi Che, pondering: “How many of those hidden troops do you still have?”
“I lost some to the old emperor; now there are less than two thousand left.” Qi Che gritted his teeth; those troops were elite soldiers he had personally trained!
“From ten thousand down to less than two thousand?” Qi Mo raised an eyebrow, cold light flashing in his eyes.
Qi Che quickly explained: “Although it's two thousand soldiers, each one can take on ten! They are all brave and skilled! I'm not exaggerating; once they hit the battlefield, they are absolutely unbeatable.”
“How do they compare to Crimson Gate?” Crimson Gate was an army under Qi Mo, known for its mystery and lethality. Wherever it went, there were corpses everywhere, with no survivors! To this day, no one knew why Smiling Face Yama was undefeated; rumors spread like wildfire that when this king of hell smiled, all three armies would tremble in fear and lose morale!
Hearing a teasing tone in Qi Mo's voice made Qi Che feel somewhat embarrassed. He flattered: “Fourth Brother, you're joking! What kind of existence is Crimson Gate? My two thousand men can at most compare to ordinary troops; how could they possibly match up to Crimson Gate?”
“I remember your uncle's family has some hidden troops; find a way to get them.” Qi Mo said casually, ignoring Qi Che's stunned expression as he turned around and tossed the map on the table into the brazier. In no time, it turned to ashes.
Qi Che scratched his head: “You know what kind of temper my uncle has. I can't hide my faked death from him this time; I still need to borrow his life-saving troops... He definitely won't spare me!” Thinking of that burly uncle who resembled a water barrel made him shudder.
A voice devoid of any emotion asked: “So you're saying you won't go?”
Qi Che forced a laugh and clasped his hands together: “Can we negotiate?”
“If you’re not going, then get lost.” With that statement, Qi Mo strode out of the tent, leaving behind a pained scream: “I’ll go—! Fourth Brother, I’m going!! I’ll go—!!”
Going to see his uncle would likely result in being beaten nearly to death, but not going would mean certain death... After considering it, Qi Che decided it was better to stick close to the unpredictable Qi Mo. He realized he had been sitting idle for too long; his hands and feet were itching for action.
He had a complex feeling of both love and hate towards the Fourth Prince Brother. With this complicated emotion, he constantly wanted to get closer, constantly wanting to confirm something, though he might not even be clear about what exactly he wanted to confirm. Qi Mo was just that kind of person; even if he did nothing, he would still shine like a luminary, drawing all attention and focus from those around him.
Shivering slightly from the cold wind, he coughed and then cursed aloud, "Come here, bring some warm clothes! Do you want to freeze your master to death?!"
Before his words fell, he heard a woman's delicate laughter, and then a thick robe was draped over him. "Master hasn't been arrogant for quite some time."
The woman's chin was pinched, and Qi Che grinned wickedly, "Don't like it?"
"I do like it. Isn't this arrogant look of yours what I love the most?" The woman nestled against the man like a soft noodle, her delicate fingers tracing his firm jawline as she giggled.
Qi Che held her hand and rubbed it in his palm. "I haven't seen you for quite a while; your master is almost suffocating from missing you."
"When Master sees me, is that what he thinks about?" The woman feigned anger, but her other hand slipped into the man's clothing like a fish.
"If I don't think about that matter, how could it still be that matter? Hao Leyun, Hao Yun'er, hurry up and serve your master!" Qi Che pulled the woman’s hand and stepped back toward the couch.
However, the woman did not move. Just as he was about to get angry, he saw Leyang approaching with a wooden expression. Without saying a word, he grabbed Le Yun by her collar and dragged her out without even glancing at him...
"…That’s my subordinate!!!" After a long while, an exasperated shout echoed from under the night sky in the tent.
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