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"I was so anxious not to find you. I was afraid something happened to you, afraid you were in danger..."
He spoke in a fragmented manner, revealing his inner monologue after my disappearance. Each word seemed heartfelt, but I was terrified.
As for An Zhao, in this unfamiliar era, I had once deeply relied on and trusted him. But he deceived me, even attempting to take my life; he destroyed his place in my heart.
Now, in his sickened state, he held my hand, and I could no longer discern whether this was genuine emotion or the beginning of another deception.
He gazed at me with deep affection. "Daphne, do you believe it? The moment you fell from the heavens, you became the goddess in my heart."
A voice echoed within me: "Don't believe him; these ancient people are all a mix of truth and lies, unable to distinguish between the two."
A goddess, huh? Let me see just how divine you really are!
I replied coldly, "I'm a petty person who holds grudges. You deceived me once, and I will remember it forever. If you want me to trust you, then eat this."
I took out a cold medicine. "This is the Ten-Day Heartbreak Pill. For the first nine days, there will be no reaction, but on the tenth day when the poison strikes, you'll wish you were dead. In the end, your organs will rot away. An Zhao, if you truly want my forgiveness, then take it."
An Zhao's face turned pale instantly, like a blank sheet of paper. I couldn't help but laugh coldly; these ancient people had never seen cold medicine before and thought this rare pill was one of the top ten deadly poisons.
Look at that! So eloquent until faced with death—then he changes his tune.
"My brothers have already returned to normal lives. Since you want me dead, I have no complaints."
To my surprise, An Zhao said this and without hesitation swallowed the pill. He took the medicine, and soon its effects took hold; he fell into a deep slumber.
Yet I found myself unable to move because if I did, tears would spill from my eyes—he truly was willing to die for me.
Unfortunately, I could not respond to such a noble act because I was destined not to remain in this barbaric ancient world.
Life is precious, love is even more valuable; for the sake of freedom, both can be sacrificed. I recited this poem softly as I slowly closed the door to An Zhao's room.
I chose a dark and windy night to escape. As soon as I opened the door, my four Warriors rushed in, grabbing my hands and chattering incessantly.
"General, tomorrow is the Husband Selection Conference. I'm so nervous!"
"General, who do you think I should choose?"
"Xiao Huang is handsome and charming, while Xiao Bai is exceptionally talented. I'm in such a dilemma."
I felt like spitting blood; I was the only one with a furrowed brow. My sisters noticed my distress.
"Don't worry, we won't compete with you for the Chieftain."
"You and the Chieftain are a match made in heaven."
The Husband Selection Conference was precisely ten days after I had given An Zhao cold medicine. If he discovered he was still alive, I would be finished.
However, these past few days, he had genuinely stayed in his room to recuperate, drinking some unpleasant herbal medicine for his cold, showing no signs of seeking an antidote.
He truly seemed willing to die, so I had to leave on the tenth day.
The Gorgeous Husband Selection Conference began.
A variety of handsome men sat upright, while an array of beautiful women appeared shy and demure—there were ten in total.
I symbolically changed into a red outfit and tidied myself up a bit. Stealing a glance at An Zhao at the head of the table, he looked particularly frail in his illness; his oversized robe seemed ready to slip off him.
A mere cold shouldn't last this long, especially since he had taken cold medicine. The doctor on the mountain said that the Chieftain wasn't eating properly, leading to malnutrition and low spirits, and that he wasn't paying attention to keeping warm or taking care of himself. This had caused his cold to drag on and on, and here we were today with no sign of recovery.
My guilt is growing stronger.
I am the last one left.
By the time they choose their ideal husbands, the sun is nearly setting.
The host announces, "The Husband Selection Conference is over; the wedding will be held tonight."
"Hey, I haven't made my choice yet!"
I shouted, secretly cursing in my heart. Am I really that transparent?
The host finally noticed my presence: "The General is with the Chieftain; what else is there to choose?"
So, I was skipped over.
"General, please make your selection." An Zhao gestured for the host to bring the red flower to me. "The General can choose whoever she wants."
Gasps and murmurs filled the air; there were all sorts of sounds, and I felt embarrassed to choose anyone else.
"I, the General... am devoted to serving the Queen and have no desire to marry."
What a loyal General, right?
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