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If placed in the present, Green Wisteria, a beautiful and refreshing girl, would undoubtedly be regarded as the goddess of the campus. It reminds me of my university days, when boys would swarm around beautiful girls like flies.
Mo Xier felt a bit envious yet relieved; envious of those who had handsome suitors, and relieved that she did not encounter those flies.
"What are you thinking? Why would marrying a concubine be condemned?"
Green Wisteria waved her hand in front of her, shaking it as she curiously asked. Mo Xier finally came to her senses and couldn't help but chuckle, thinking to herself how persistent she was.
"How should I put this? In our place, love can only be shared between a man and a woman, not something to be shared with others. Anyone can’t just take a piece of the pie. So, when you get married in the future, make sure to choose wisely!"
She paused for a moment and showcased her talent, boasting, "A lifetime together as one couple; it’s not impossible here."
"A lifetime together as one couple?"
Green Wisteria repeated softly, her eyes dimming before suddenly brightening. She looked at the girl lying quietly across from her and said, "What a beautiful sentence! Did you write it yourself? It's truly wonderful—man and woman united forever, flying side by side like immortals!"
"Sort of," Mo Xier said shyly, scratching her head with flushed cheeks, feeling a bit guilty. Strange, who said that? Wasn't this poet still unborn in their era?
The night was deep, with sparse stars in the sky. A gentle breeze swept through, stirring emotions within.
What was originally an intoxicating gentle night was interrupted by a mournful wind on the frontier. The strong wind cut across faces like knives—dry and harsh. The heavy Military Tent creaked under the assault of wind and sand.
Inside the tent, Candlelight cast a deep shadow over an atmosphere thick with conspiracy. Liu Qiankun sat at a low table with his legs crossed. Across from him sat a slender young man with an exceptionally handsome face, holding Tea Aroma and sipping lightly.
"Is what we're doing really feasible?"
The tent was filled with an anxious silence. The man across from him remained silent, staring at the fan in his hand. His behavior was quite strange; in such strong winds on the frontier grasslands, there was no need for a fan at all. Finally unable to hold back any longer, Liu Qiankun spoke to the person opposite him.
"Why worry? Our master behind us is the Emperor. Doesn't Lord Liu want to taste what it's like to rise from a deputy general to a general?"
Li Qingfeng spoke lightly, his voice carrying a hint of coldness. His bright eyes sparkled with brilliance; perhaps it was the candlelight, but there was always a glimmer of cunning in his dark eyes.
Liu Qiankun paused, contemplating for a long time. Those past events flashed through his mind like a movie, reminding him of the humiliations he had endured, the frustration and sorrow of unfulfilled ambitions, stirring feelings of indignation and humiliation regarding his dignity.
He wanted to stand out; he wanted the Emperor to see who could truly serve the Heavenly Universe Kingdom.
He aimed to be a general, the leader in this Military Tent, not just a mere deputy general. All glorious deeds should be attributed to the general while he remained hidden in the background, silently toiling and bearing all the humble and unseen hardships.
He did not want that; he wanted to shine brightly, just like Night Star.
Thinking of Night Star filled him with a clear sense of hatred and respect.
If it weren't for him, how could he have been so overlooked? Now that the Emperor intended to promote him, why not take advantage of this opportunity and do a favor for the Emperor?
"Yes, I don't want to be a deputy general; I don't want to live my life beneath others."
Liu Qiankun bit his lip and swore. Although politically he was at odds with Night Star, and he believed that plotting against Night Star was not an honorable act, compared to how Night Star overshadowed him at every turn and suppressed his glory, what did that matter?
As long as Night Star remained, his heart would be tormented like being fried in oil.
"We can directly eliminate Night Star." Liu Qiankun suddenly lowered his voice, raising his palm under the table and making a killing gesture.
"This..." Li Qingfeng's body trembled as he looked at the deputy general in front of him with surprise. He hesitated and said, "That wouldn't be good... The Emperor hasn't said anything about it."
"The Emperor indeed hasn't ordered Night Star's death, but when it comes to matters outside the court, imperial orders may not apply. Once we eliminate him, the Emperor won't be able to do anything about it, right?"
"What charge should we pin on him?"
Li Qingfeng hesitated a bit, secretly agreeing with the Deputy General's thoughts. Deep down, he also disliked the Night General. He was an upright person who wanted to wholeheartedly assist the Emperor in rooting out the tumors within the Heavenly Universe Kingdom.
"Disturbing the morale of the troops, colluding with the Three Major Tribes, and selling our military secrets. Moreover, he has been absent all night, causing a delay in military matters." As expected, the concerns of Qinglong had come to pass. Liu Qiankun had indeed set up a trap for the general.
"Hahaha." The man holding the feather fan suddenly burst into laughter, looking at the Deputy General with admiration. "Indeed, General, you are a step ahead of me!"
"You're too kind." Liu Qiankun glanced lightly at the person before him and responded nonchalantly.
Outside the tent, a Minion rushed in, panting heavily. "The general has returned."
"What? So soon?" The people inside the tent exclaimed in unison, leaving the Minion at a loss for words.
The two men inside exchanged glances and smiled awkwardly at each other, but their eyes revealed their intentions.
"Someone take this traitor down!" With a clang, a long sword was drawn from its sheath. A figure emerged from the Military Tent, raising a cold arrow that gleamed in the dim night; it was none other than Liu Qiankun, whom they had not seen for days.
Night Star stood outside the tent, followed by several Black-clad Subordinates—his Shadow Guards—who risked their lives solely to protect him, among them was Qinglong.
"Liu Vice General, have you forgotten your identity after just a few days? How dare you occupy another's nest?" After saying this, he suppressed a cough; his chest trembled slightly as a thick smell of blood rose from his throat.
His condition had improved somewhat over these past few days; he no longer bled and had stopped having high fevers.
The stars twinkled above; he knew his body needed more rest. However, if he did not return to the military camp soon, unforeseen circumstances might arise.
"Occupy another's nest? I would never dare!"
The person standing outside the tent retorted with a cold laugh, mocking, "As a general, not only do you fail to set an example, but you also betray military secrets, stay out of camp at night, and collude with the enemy. Do you think we don't know?"
Faced with such aggression, Night Star's body trembled slightly as he looked uncertainly into Liu Qiankun's eyes, repeatedly pondering whether they had discovered his affair with Dun Zhu. Was someone following him?
"How dare you slander our general! Our general has clearly suffered serious injuries..." Qinglong angrily stood up to refute.
"Shut up!" Night Star kicked Qinglong to the ground with a swift motion, his movements agile and quick, completely unlike someone who had been seriously injured. No one noticed the beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
The surrounding crowd was stunned by the situation; Qinglong had only received a kick but was already heaving and coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood. No one dared to approach again.
"Who dares to defy me?" Night Star shouted loudly, his voice booming like thunder, exuding an aura of a natural-born king that made others hesitate to approach. His starry eyes shifted as he raised an eyebrow.
He coldly assessed the man who had once served as his deputy and spoke in a disdainful tone, "Liu Qiankun, you have quite the audacity. While I am out handling military affairs, you disrupt the camp, undermine the soldiers' morale, and spread rumors. What punishment do you deserve?"
"Haha, Night Star, you really have a silver tongue," Liu Qiankun sneered as he waved his hand. The onlookers surged forward again, surrounding Night Star once more.
Simply surrounding him left those people in a dilemma; they had already witnessed the brutal scene earlier and showed signs of hesitation on their faces, not daring to step forward.
"What are you afraid of?" Liu Qiankun said angrily, pointing at the handsome but slender Censor beside him. "Look at this man; he was specifically sent by the emperor to supervise. With him here, it’s as if the emperor himself is present. Now that the emperor has already made a decision, what are you afraid to act on?"
"Who dares!" Night Star sternly reprimanded, pushing back the crowd around him. "You say I colluded with the enemy? Fine, do you have any evidence?"
"Of course! Your three consecutive nights away from camp are evidence enough. From our side to the enemy and back took exactly three days!"
After saying this, a Young General stepped forward and reported, "I saw the general heading towards the enemy's direction three nights ago. Out of curiosity, I secretly followed him and didn’t expect..."
The Young General paused for a moment and glanced at Night Star before whispering hesitantly, "I didn’t expect the general to meet with a woman."
This Minion is an honest person, well-liked in the military camp and has a good reputation.
Many people genuinely believe Minion's words without doubt, but they cannot believe that their general could do such things, still harboring some suspicion.
"With the evidence at hand, Night Star, what else do you have to say? I said it’s no wonder the Emperor sent Censor to oversee things; it turns out our Invincible General has long been dissatisfied with the status quo and is itching to act. The Emperor is indeed wise! We have all been deceived by you!"
Liu Qiankun spoke as if struck by lightning, yet his expression showed no signs of guilt, as if it were indeed the truth.
Seeing his demeanor, a surge of anger rose in Night Star's chest, the metallic taste in his throat growing stronger. Finally unable to hold back, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his knees buckling as he leaned on the sword hilt, glaring ahead with fury.
"If you do not believe my words, then I will personally slay you, you traitor!"
"Someone bind him and take him back; I want to bring this traitor before the Emperor!" Upon seeing him spit blood, all the soldiers present, including Deputy General and Li Qingfeng, were startled and shocked.
Liu Qiankun initially wanted to kill him with one strike to prevent future complications. However, just as he moved his hand gripping the hilt of the sword, Li Qingfeng stopped him. "He seems seriously injured and won't live long; why should we dirty our hands?"
The cold blade slowly retracted. The chilling light quietly concealed itself in the night.
Indeed, why dirty their hands? Looking at Night Star's pale face and cracked lips, it seemed he was already on the brink of death! Unable to resist, Liu Qiankun stepped forward to pull open Night Star's clothing and discovered a shocking deep wound.
At the same time, Mo Xier, who was sleeping, suddenly furrowed her brow and woke up from her dream, drenched in sweat with clothes so soaked they could be wrung out.
Sitting up alertly, she suddenly felt a piercing pain. Her body was even cold and stiff, making her afraid to move at all.
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