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That night, Night Star looked at the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird kneeling before him, his expression steady. "This mission is fraught with difficulties. I believe the Azure Dragon has already briefed you. You two have followed me for many years. Although I have not personally taught you, your loyalty to the country and service to His Majesty will not be forgotten by me, Night Star. Like the warriors on the battlefield, you are my brothers."
Vermilion Bird was a straightforward girl who had always played the role of an older sister in the Shadow Guard camp. She was meticulous during missions and often turned dangers into opportunities, taking good care of everyone in the camp.
As they prepared to leave, she felt a mix of emotions, much like a bride on her wedding day. Especially when she heard the usually stoic general say these words, her throat tightened with emotion. "General, your kindness towards us is as heavy as a mountain. This sentiment will be etched in my heart and White Tiger's forever. In our next life, we will repay your great kindness."
Hearing this, Night Star took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. "You are two years older than White Tiger and entered the Training Institute earlier than he did. You are more experienced in dealing with people; from now on... take care of him more."
Vermilion Bird bit her lip and nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes.
White Tiger suddenly cried out, "General, I... I don't want to go anymore."
Azure Dragon turned around and slapped him on the head. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Brother Azure Dragon, I can't bear to leave you or the general. I also can't bear to leave everyone..." White Tiger said through his sobs.
Although training in the Shadow Guard was brutal, after years of fighting without hope for fame or fortune, they still hoped that if they were to die tragically at the hands of their enemies during a mission, at least someone would collect their bodies and remember their names on important days, offering incense in their memory.
White Tiger was the youngest and somewhat awkward, but he was sincere. Many times he had narrowly escaped deadly situations thanks to Shadow Guard members risking their lives to save him. He was someone who repaid kindness; over time, the once indifferent Shadow Guard camp gradually gained some popularity.
Azure Dragon looked at White Tiger, who resembled a younger brother to him, then at Vermilion Bird with her red-rimmed eyes. He steeled himself and kicked White Tiger behind the knee.
"You useless brat! The general has ordered you to go to Luzhou Island to pick Thousand Mountain Snow Lotus; what a great task that is! You can't just refuse because you don't want to go. Let me tell you, if you dare not go today, I'll break your legs."
Zhuque wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said to Baihu, "If you want to stay, then I will stay with you. Wherever you are, I will be there too. In this life and the next, I am determined to follow you."
Upon hearing this, Baihu stopped crying and looked at Zhuque, whose expression was resolute, and he was momentarily taken aback.
Qinglong slapped him on the head, "You brat, with such a good wife, if you dare to wrong her or fail to take care of her, just wait and see if I won't chase after you to seek justice for my sister."
Tears that Zhuque had just dried began to flow again.
Night Star coughed lightly, "Count me in."
"Wah." This time, it was Zhuque who cried out loud. The woman who had bravely returned from the enemy camp with the head of a general now cried like a child.
"I am an orphan. My days training in the Shadow Guard camp were like hell. I thought I would never be loved in this life, but unexpectedly, there is this silly Baihu who treats me well, and with Qinglong and the general as my family supporting me, I—Zhuque—will not have lived this life in vain."
For a moment, cries echoed throughout the room.
"Alright, alright, what kind of decorum is this crying in front of the general? Hurry up and quiet down."
Qinglong rubbed his nose and casually wiped away the moisture from his eyes before pulling Baihu and Zhuque up from the ground. "The general is busy; he doesn't have time to listen to your wailing like women. Complete your mission quickly so we can return to the team..."
As he recited these words that he always said before missions, he suddenly froze, as if remembering something. He lowered his head, took a few deep breaths, then lifted it again with a beaming smile: "We will all meet again in this life."
Night Star looked at them in silence for a long time before saying, "Yes, we will definitely meet again."
In the adjacent room.
Arsen looked up at the so-called Upper Room and couldn't help but frown. "Damn it, can this really be called the Upper Room?"
As he touched the unclean oil stains on the table with his hand, he disdainfully picked up an old shirt he had just taken off and began to wipe vigorously. He wished he could scrub off a layer of skin from the table.
Alin watched him with a smile, finally unable to hold back and shook his head. He put down his bundle and walked over, gesturing to him: "Now that we are out here, being able to have a warm meal and a roof over our heads is already not easy. You shouldn't be so particular about it. If Amu sees this, he will worry too much."
"I know this place is remote and poor; I shouldn't be so picky. But you have always been particular about cleanliness. If I don't clean it properly, how can you stay here?" Arsen looked at Alin's sign language and explained anxiously.
Alin smiled and waved his hand, making a few more gestures: "It's fine. Since we left Penglai, I have been mentally prepared for this and won't fuss too much."
Arsen could only nod helplessly. "Alright, since you aren't bothered, I have nothing more to say. By the way, are you hungry? There are some dry rations in the bundle; do you want to eat something first?"
Just as Alin was about to gesture back, his expression suddenly changed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing.
Arsen was startled but quickly and skillfully pressed several acupoints on his body, carrying him to the bed and laying him down while calling out his name and helping him clear his meridians.
"I’m back."
The door was pushed open from the outside, and Amu walked in with steaming buns he had bought. Upon seeing the scene before him, he frowned slightly, quickly closed the door, and rushed over to check Alin's pulse.
After a moment, his anxious expression eased somewhat. "Fortunately, it's not a recurrence of poison; it must just be that the journey was too exhausting, aggravating an old injury. He must have endured it for a long time without telling us, which led to this situation now. Once he expels the stagnant blood, he'll be fine. Let him sleep well; I'll go instruct the innkeeper to prepare some nourishing medicine."
"Big brother, didn't you say we should be cautious and not eat anything from outside?" Arsen asked curiously.
"Alin's current condition—what difference does it make if we are cautious? Can it get any worse than it is now?" Amu said with a bitter smile as he walked out.
Arsen looked at the unconscious Alin and then at the several yellowed steamed buns on the table, slowly clenching his fists, lost in thought.
Zhuque and Baihu expressed their gratitude and reluctantly left under the pull of Qinglong.
Night Star pinched his brow, letting out a long sigh as he looked at his hands: these hands had been stained with countless blood. He once believed that his fate in this life was to protect his home and country, that the script of love and heroism would never appear in his world. But now it seemed that he had spoken too soon and too confidently!
Before meeting Mo Xier, he did not know what love was, nor could he imagine that one day a woman would bring such a significant change to him, rewriting all his bottom lines and nearly overturning all destinies.
Perhaps this is the power of love!
Yet...
Looking up at the bright moon overhead, he began to smile bitterly: that woman was both lovable and hateable, skilled in medicine, meticulous in thought, pure and kind. But why was her origin unknown? Why did she persist so stubbornly? It made him reluctant to see even a hint of displeasure on her face!
In the land of beauty, among the heroes' tombs.
If that day truly came, would he really be able to die beneath the peony flower, carefree even as a ghost?
Thinking of this made him chuckle. When did it start that the grand general of Heavenly Universe Kingdom became so sentimental?
But just thinking about how she was currently trapped in the palace made him wish he could fly back immediately, holding her in his palms, ensuring no man would ever covet her again.
The urgent task at hand was to clarify the relationship between Penglai Nation and Mo Xier. Was her hair truly alternating between white and black? Was she really the legendary figure who could bring disaster to the country and cause suffering among the people?
If that were true, what should he do? Should he kill her himself, or...
Night Star dared not think further.
For the first time in his life, he had thoughts of retreat.
Although he knew how terrifying such thoughts were, slowly eroding his soul, making it impossible to find the courage he once had.
Suddenly, the gaze of that elegant young man from today appeared before him; like himself, it was filled with slaughter, conquest, determination, reckless crusade, and an unyielding victory!
Such a gaze could only be seen by someone of the same kind!
Such a gaze should not appear on someone whose allegiance was unclear!
Night Star silently thought that perhaps even he himself did not understand that from the very first moment he saw this person, he felt a deep hostility towards Jiang Wei.
It was a roar of a king of beasts when its territory was infringed upon, a deep-seated fear or jealousy towards a younger and more vibrant competitor!
Night Star suddenly laughed, "The Penglai Nation has a sparse population and a small territory. If it weren't for its defensible location and the simple nature of its people who are skilled in gathering and cultivating various spiritual herbs, it would have long been conquered! That man is quite impressive!"
"Achoo." Jiang Wei sneezed and looked at his fur coat, feeling somewhat bewildered: in this weather, with this clothing, how could he catch a cold?
"Brother, may I come in?" A knock sounded at the door; it was Ajin's voice.
Jiang Wei's expression instantly turned cold, but his voice remained calm: "It's late. If you have nothing important, just go to sleep."
"Brother, I... I prepared a late-night snack for you. Can I bring it in? I promise I'll leave right after I set it down." Despite such an obvious refusal, Ajin remained persistent.
Jiang Wei frowned impatiently, "The door is not locked."
With a creak, the door was pushed open. Ajin, dressed in a yellow skirt with long hair cascading down to her waist, stood at the entrance holding a food box. Her unadorned face was charming, "Brother."
She gracefully stepped inside and placed the food box on the table.
Jiang Wei nodded slightly, his expression cold, "Thank you for your trouble. You should go back and sleep."
However, Ajin seemed oblivious to his words as she opened the food box and took out its contents one by one. "Brother, this is your favorite Lotus Puff, this is the Osmanthus Cake I made myself, and this is the White Fungus Soup I personally stewed. It's good for your asthma..."
"Enough, put it down and go out." Jiang Wei's patience had run out as he said coldly.
Ajin stood there, her gaze blank, as if she were in a daze.
"Can't you hear me? I'm telling you to go out."
Jiang Wei's voice was laced with suppressed anger, his eyes revealing undisguised disgust. "Now, immediately get out of here and change out of that dress. I told you before that I came out to find my sister, not to take you, a fake sister, on a sightseeing trip.
If you still don't understand the situation, then obediently roll back to Penglai Nation and be your Penglai Princess. Is that clear enough?"
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