Berserk God of War-Chapter 155 Yan Ruyu, Here She Comes

Su Yue Immortal blinked at the words and asked, "Why?"

"Because..."

"The million people who just knelt, it was to me. Certain people will never allow Prince Zhenyun to harm a single hair on my head, even if everyone in the Prince Mansion dies, he has no right to touch me."

The words squeezed through Sikong Jing’s teeth, shocking everyone present.

"Because the one who wants to harm me holds a position far, far above Prince Zhenyun’s."

As soon as the words were spoken, Su Zhenglong and the others stared at Sikong Jing in shock, at that moment, he was the epitome of authority!

But the sorrow in his eyes couldn’t be hidden, each word seemed to carry hatred engraved into his bones.

If this had been before, Su Zhenglong and Mei Xiaofang would have surely thought Sikong Jing was boasting, but after learning the true account of the battle at Yanyun City, their doubts dissolved.

The criminal from a million-strong battlefield was actually their son-in-law, which meant most of what he had said to Fan Zhong was a lie.

The terrifying struggle had probably already begun.

"I am Sui Yu’s elder brother, so the struggle within Yunzhou City will be between me and a certain person."

"However, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, rest assured, no matter what happens, I will arrange for your escape at the first opportunity," Sikong Jing solemnly promised.

Bringing his million personal soldiers to Yunzhou City had nothing to do with the Yunzhou Strategist’s claim of engaging in actions against Xia Country.

The target was definitely himself.

Lord of Yunzhou sending a Lan Family Envoy to force him to come to Yunzhou City was to make him witness the humiliation of his million personal soldiers with his own eyes.

The only ones capable of this were either Yan Ruyu or Yuwen Guan.

They should arrive at Yunzhou City soon, after two months of exile, he would soon see this despicable couple.

"Brother Jing..."

Su Yuexi clutched Sikong Jing’s hand tightly; she didn’t know what to say, but she was willing to stand by him and face life and death together.

Feeling the warmth from Su Yuexi’s palm, Sikong Jing smiled again, "Anyway, don’t worry about Yan Ao’s death, that grudge has been thoroughly avenged, and finally, our family is reunited."

At these words, Su Zhenglong and Mei Xiaofang shuddered violently and turned to look at Su Yue Immortal, suddenly overcome with excitement.

After ten years of agonizing separation, they were finally reunited!

Mei Xiaofang walked over step by step and hugged her tightly, crying out, "Yue Xian, Yue Xian..."

In an instant, Su Yue Immortal tensed up, but eventually, she held onto her mother tightly.

Su Zhenglong walked over too, but he dared not embrace her, looking anxious and uneasy as if he had done something wrong.

However, Su Yue Immortal looked at him, biting her lip, indifferent, but her eyes kept darting in his direction.

Sikong Jing, of course, noticed this and chuckled inwardly.

Su Yue Immortal was so much like her Mother-in-law; clearly longing for her father’s care yet maintaining an appearance of harboring some resentment.

At that moment, Su Yuexi ran over.

She took her father Su Zhenglong’s hand and then grasped Su Yue Immortal’s, locking their hands together firmly.

The two trembled at the same time, and a decade’s worth of emotional knots dissipated in that clasp...

The family of five returned to the courtyard.

They had endless words to share, except for Sikong Jing.

And Sikong Jing watched quietly, truly not wanting to leave them.

But now, even he didn’t know what kind of situation he was about to face, a million brothers waiting for him to save them, to clear their names, Yan Ruyu not giving him enough time to fully recover.

He must fight; Sikong Jing had no other choice.

...

In Yunzhou Prefecture, the Yunzhou Strategist and Fan Zhong reported to the Lord of Yunzhou about Yan Ao’s death from the shock.

The Lord of Yunzhou was an elder with a small mustache, with a trace of gloominess in his eyes. After listening to the report, he knocked on the table.

"Hmm, I’m aware now. Just keep a close watch on the Su Family People; there’s no need to bother with anything else."

Fan Zhong’s spirit trembled slightly. Speaking truthfully about the Su Family’s hatred for Yan Ao, the Lord of Yunzhou had not immediately seized Sikong Jing and the Su Family People. What kind of grudge did Sikong Jing and the Lord of Yunzhou actually have?

How broad were the implications behind this?

"Lord Yun, how should we explain this to Prince Zhenyun?" the strategist asked, puzzled.

"This matter ends here, and it is not for you to be concerned with. More important events are about to happen. Just watch quietly," the Lord of Yunzhou said indifferently.

Fan Zhong’s spirit trembled again. It was just as Sikong Jing had said—the Sui Family Heir and the backers behind the Lord of Yunzhou were about to clash.

Still, the strategist was very curious and asked again, "Lord Yun, about the criminal from the battlefield of a million soldiers..."

"Dismissed!"

The Lord of Yunzhou interrupted sternly, gesturing with his hand for them to leave and ignoring their further questions.

After exchanging glances, the strategist and Fan Zhong could only withdraw.

That night, upon learning of Yan Ao’s death, Prince Zhenyun furiously led people to storm Yunzhou Prefecture. But he soon turned around and left, his face filled with extreme panic.

He didn’t know who the exiled criminal of the Su Family was, but the Lord of Yunzhou only told him that this person was someone the Ninth Princess and Yuwen Guan wanted to kill.

No one was allowed to touch him...

And since Yan Ao and the others had all died, the fact that Su Yuexi had regained her appearance did not get out, and she was still known as the ugliest in Yunzhou.

Time passed, and three days later.

Sikong Jing’s hundred thousand troops were successfully planted within Yunzhou City, each one becoming a soldier of the War Mansion.

The compound where they were located was still surrounded by people.

On this day, Sikong Jing received a visitor; the Lord of Yunzhou himself paid a visit, and he came alone.

In the courtyard’s main hall, Sikong Jing sat on a chair, his face pale as he looked at the Lord of Yunzhou before him.

At that moment, he feigned again the appearance of someone whose Dantian had been excavated, and whose meridians were completely destroyed.

"Everyone else, leave," the Lord of Yunzhou commanded, looking towards the anxious Su Zhenglong, Su Yuexi, and the others, gesturing with his hand.

They trembled at heart, looking towards Sikong Jing.

"Father-in-law, Yuexi, since the Lord of Yunzhou wants to speak with me alone, you all should go back to your rooms and rest," Sikong Jing said, feigning great weakness.

In the end, Su Yuexi and the others slowly withdrew.

After watching them leave, the Lord of Yunzhou suddenly bowed with his fist clasped and said, "Lord of Yunzhou, Leng Huo, pays his respects to the Invincible God General."

Sikong Jing snorted coldly, "If you’ve got something to say, say it."

Leng Huo slowly raised his head, a flash of ruthlessness passing over his face: "I am here to escort the Invincible God General to meet someone."

"Yan Ruyu?" Sikong Jing asked coldly.

Leng Huo started smiling: "Her Highness the Ninth Princess has quietly arrived in Yunzhou City and is waiting inside the Yunzhou Prefecture for the Invincible God General... But please, the current waste known as Sikong Jing had better not directly mention the Ninth Princess by name, otherwise there may be physical pain to suffer."

One moment he referred to him as the Invincible God General, and the next as the waste known as Sikong Jing.

Yet Sikong Jing said indifferently, "Lead the way."

"Someone, carry the waste known as Sikong Jing onto the carriage," Leng Huo ordered sharply, and immediately, people lifted Sikong Jing and threw him onto the carriage, which then rolled away towards Yunzhou Prefecture.