How I Pampered the Tyrant Into Devotion With My Space-Chapter 521: Has Her Backer Fallen?

Lin Shiyao felt both pain and amusement.

Did Pei Shu’er think she had snagged a good man?

Even if this man could become the Regent King, he was about to die!

What good was that?

Thankfully, she was here.

It didn’t matter if she once liked Tang Zan, since interests were paramount, and now that she was aligned with Dada, she’d soon rise to the top.

Lin Shiyao intended to continue using the Corpse Gu, wanting to turn this entire area into a sea of flames.

Soon, Pei Shu’er shot another arrow, and at the same time, Xinyue’s Gu Worms were causing more chaos.

She opened her eyes to glance at Xinyue, noticing a change in Xinyue’s aura.

Previously, Xinyue was shrouded in a black aura, but now it had faded considerably, almost invisible.

As she got closer to Pei Shu’er, she could actually sense a bit of red aura rubbing off from Pei Shu’er.

No!

Was it possible for red aura to be rubbed off just like that?

That was supposed to be everyone’s fortune, something profoundly mysterious.

If Pei Shu’er’s fortune was so unstable, then couldn’t she also rub off Pei Shu’er’s fortune?

Lin Shiyao dodged Pei Shu’er’s arrow, gave her a deep look, whistled to summon a Corpse Puppet, and then left with it.

Now, with the army in such a sorry state, they had long lost the capability to fight. The Khan immediately ordered, "Everyone, retreat!"

During the retreat, the Khan felt a chill from behind, turned around, and saw an arrow shooting towards him at incredible speed.

He tried to dodge but was pushed away by someone.

When he turned back, he saw Jing Ci.

Jing Ci’s face was filled with pain, and an arrow was lodged in her chest. She was looking at the Khan with a pale complexion.

"Khan, quickly lead the retreat, we’ve lost! Don’t worry about me."

The Khan immediately said, "Take Kedun, let’s go back."

Back at the camp, the Khan had people carefully treat Jing Ci, then went out to discuss strategy with Lin Shiyao.

Jing Ci coughed, "Khan, let me join you."

That night, in the Dada camp, the Khan paced back and forth in his tent, his eyebrows filled with anxiety.

"Why is the Gulan Military Camp’s wall so detestable! Is there no way to tear it down?"

Tuoba Jun shook his head, "Khan, I’m afraid not. We made another batch of catapults earlier, only to have them captured by the Gulan soldiers."

Jing Ci gently reassured, "Khan, if it truly doesn’t work, we can retreat to the Gulan River. It serves as a natural barrier, and the Dayan soldiers won’t be able to do anything to us there."

Lin Shiyao frowned in disagreement, "No way, how can we retreat? If we retreat, the Dayan people will be even more smug. Crossing the Gulan River in the future will be incredibly difficult."

Jing Ci looked deeply at Lin Shiyao.

"Gu Master, you should know, once we establish our base at the Gulan River, given time to recover, defeating the Gulan camp is just a matter of time."

Lin Shiyao didn’t respond to Jing Ci but instead looked at the Khan, "Khan, you can mobilize some Dada people. I know your Dada lands are vast and resourceful, so there’s no need to worry."

The Khan’s face was grim, then he shook his head.

"Those who can be mobilized have already been mobilized. There’s no one left to use."

"Besides, even if we could mobilize them, they wouldn’t have time for training and might end up losing even worse."

A calculating glint flashed in Lin Shiyao’s eyes.

"Actually, the Corpse Gu can be used on the living, and on them, it’s even more sensitive and fearless of death."

Jing Ci firmly responded, "No way!"

After she said this, she saw the Khan fall silent, actually contemplating whether to use the living.

Jing Ci frowned, her voice filled with sorrow, "Khan, those are your subjects."

The Khan looked at Jing Ci, impatience flickering in his eyes.

"You go out first."

Just earlier, when Jing Ci took an arrow for him, he was full of tenderness.

Jing Ci was thrown out, while Lin Shiyao stayed in the tent.

She instinctively touched her cheek. To be honest, if she hadn’t cleared the Poison Gu from her body, she would truly want to follow the Khan.

Lin Shiyao shared her plan, with the Khan deeply in thought, until Lin Shiyao said something that made the Khan’s eyes light up.

The original words were, "As long as we remove the Corpse Gu within three days, those people won’t die."

The corners of Lin Shiyao’s mouth curled up. She certainly wouldn’t say that even if the Gu Worms were removed, those people would be ruined.

Perhaps the Khan knew but chose not to think deeply about it.

She also understood that with internal and external troubles, the Dada territories were unstable. If the Khan lost this battle, he probably couldn’t retain his authority when he returned.

Soon, a battalion of soldiers set off overnight for the Dada’s interior to gather more troops.

Jing Ci entered the tent, seeing Lin Shiyao and the Khan close and in a somewhat intimate posture.

The Khan even seemed to enjoy it.

Jing Ci softly spoke, "Gu Master, please leave first."

Lin Shiyao cast Jing Ci a resentful glance, instinctively touched her cheek, and then left.

Jing Ci walked up to the Khan, offering him a bowl of ginseng soup.

"Khan, drink some ginseng soup, and rest early."

The Khan took it, sighing, "How did it come to this?"

He initially only wanted to attack the Gulan Military Camp, without considering his own people’s situation.

But now, in everyone’s eyes, there was only hatred towards him.

By collaborating with Lin Shiyao, he had transformed from Dada’s hero into a mad tyrant swayed by demonic words.

Jing Ci’s voice was gentle, "Don’t overthink it, the night is deep."

After drinking the ginseng soup, the Khan yawned and slowly drifted to sleep.

Jing Ci sat by the Khan’s bedside, watching him.

The Khan was a hero, a fact she couldn’t deny even when she was still a Dayan person.

But, he wasn’t a good husband, nor a good ruler.

He only knew how to charge forward, without retreating and without making choices.

Thus, it was time for a change.

Early the next morning, Jing Ci awoke and softly called the Khan several times.

Then she placed a hand by the Khan’s nose, and suddenly let out a sharp, grief-stricken scream.

"Khan!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers guarding outside the tent immediately rushed over, followed by the commanders arriving one after another.

They saw Jing Ci in her inner garments, tearfully kneeling at the Khan’s bedside.

The commanders, seeing this, immediately burst into tears themselves.

Lin Shiyao was taken aback, her face turning pale, "This... this can’t be, the Khan was fine yesterday."

Was her support about to collapse?

After saying this, she instinctively looked at Jing Ci, only to find Jing Ci was looking at her.

Lin Shiyao harbored suspicions but knew voicing them would be foolish.

Tuoba Jun looked at Jing Ci, "Kedun, can you tell us how the Khan died?"