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The border war reignited, and she recalled the Sang Family's vow to guard their territory. After days of inner turmoil, she temporarily set aside her family grievances and threw herself into the fight to defend the borders.
To avoid being recognized, the fifteen-year-old girl scarred her own face and started as a lowly soldier. Fierce in battle and naturally talented, even when she held back, she quickly rose through the ranks. Once she reached a certain level, fearing attention from high-ranking officials, she would disappear and enlist in another military camp, starting from the bottom once again.
This cycle continued, and she rotated through various camps of the Northwest Army in Southeast Great Jing. Among the mid-level warriors, tales of her exploits still lingered. Just yesterday, Sang Zijing shared an amusing story about Qi Xiaomian, who had once tried to recruit her. The girl had been so frightened that she fled the very next day.
As they spoke, their group drew closer, and Sang Qingxiao noticed the scars on Sang Zijing's face. Internally, he gasped in shock; she was truly ruthless to have inflicted such severe wounds upon herself. Her face was marred with scars that obscured her original features. Just looking at it made his stomach churn; it was hard to imagine what kind of determination drove her to take such drastic action.
Alas, that foolish girl must have endured immense pain. With such a significant injury and no antibiotics in ancient times, it must have been incredibly difficult for her to recover.
Old Vine, do you have any solutions?
Yesterday, Li Cu asked if she wanted treatment. She hesitated and replied that she had grown accustomed to it; any change now would affect her reputation in the military.
Two years ago, Sang Bai Jue contacted her, and since then, she had begun to cultivate her own army with confidence. Now commanding sixty thousand troops under her banner, after the fall of the Sang Family, she still yearned to lead them again.
It wasn't just about commanding respect; it was about earning it through strength! At only thirty-one or thirty-two years old, she was still a young woman—what girl doesn’t enjoy dressing up?
She had already done enough for the Sang Family; in her prime years, it was time for her to focus on herself. Besides, a pretty face wouldn’t hinder her ability to fight.
Old Vine, just tell me if it can be treated.
If even Old Man dared to confront Yama for souls, then surely this minor injury was nothing. However, full recovery would take at least six months. This girl’s heart and mind were consumed by the battlefield; he feared she wouldn’t be able to wait that long.
No matter; let Sang Bai Jue find a way.
Following Sang Zijing was another woman with a familiar face. Behind them trailed small boxes with plaques standing before them; the first read: Fourth Jing Wang of Great Jing—Sang Xiao.
Sang Qingxiao frowned; cremation wasn’t advocated in ancient times, but given the size of those boxes, they were likely containing ashes.
She questioned Old Vine about it. He confirmed that they indeed contained ashes; all remains were handled this way.
Sang Zijing explained that at that time, Chongjing Emperor had ordered the extermination of the Sang Family remnants, forcing them into hiding day after day.
Remains were difficult to conceal or preserve; thus, she contemplated cremation. One night during a moment of indecision, Jing Wang's body spontaneously combusted. Sang Zijing took this as a sign of approval from her ancestors and used this rationale to convince herself.
From then on, all bodies were treated similarly.
It was truly a hardship for her; during such extraordinary times, it was better than leaving corpses exposed in the wilderness.
Old Vine acknowledged this: yes, any reasonable person could understand her predicament. Yet there were always those unreasonable individuals who harbored discontent behind closed doors.
Old Vine sounded a bit angry. Sang Qingxiao quickly asked him who it was, saying, "Who is it that can't see? I'll teach them a lesson for you!"
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