The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 780 - 366: Empress Ye Qichi of the Daxuan Kingdom (Four Updates)
Xiao Jinxing thrust his sword, piercing directly through Mu Junze’s chest.
The look of horror in Mu Junze’s eyes gradually faded to lifelessness.
After impaling him, Xiao Jinxing immediately withdrew his Treasure Sword.
He no longer spared Mu Junze a glance.
His eyes slightly stirred as he loudly commanded to everyone, "We are returning to the capital!"
"Your servant obeys!"
Bai Wenwu kowtowed, accepting the order.
Fortunately.
The Prince had not truly lost his reason.
In these past three days, the Prince’s loss of control made him fear that the Prince would descend into disrepair.
Fortunately, the Prince was still the Prince.
He would not truly betray the lands conquered with the blood of warriors for the sake of a woman!
"Xiaowu," Xiao Jinxing called to him after giving his orders.
Xiaowu immediately responded with respect, "Prince."
His eyes were red at this moment.
Xiaowu had actually been with the Prince since childhood, gifted to the Prince by the Empress Dowager, for his loyalty, his strong martial arts, and also because he had no parents, no attachments, and even not much in the way of emotions, but ever since the "new" Princess came to his side, he felt he had changed.
He had become a person rich in emotions.
Ever since the Princess jumped from the building and sacrificed herself to now, every time he thought of the Princess, he would still cry.
"Accompany this Prince to see the Princess," said Xiao Jinxing.
"...Yes," Xiaowu choked up.
Choking up.
He led the Prince away.
After the Prince left that day.
Xiaowu had collected the Princess’s body.
And then carefully placed it at the gates of Muge City, waiting for the Prince to return.
At the gates.
Xiaowu placed the scorched white bones of the Princess in front of the Prince.
Xiao Jinxing looked at the incomplete bones...
A person alive and well.
Loving to laugh, to frolic, to bicker with him, to make him angry...
In the end, only these few pieces remained.
He took them from Xiaowu’s hands,
And held the bundle containing Ye Qichi’s bones close in his embrace.
Then he mounted his horse in one leap.
Speeding away from Muge City on his horse, whip cracking in the wind.
"Prince!" Watching the Prince carry the corpse of the Princess and leave, Xiaowu hurriedly wanted to mount his horse and give chase.
He always felt that the Prince’s body was already at its limit, and if he kept this up, he was truly afraid that the Prince would fall from his horse.
And where exactly did the Prince intend to take the Princess?!
Could it be he wished to die out of love?!
"Xiaowu," Song Yanqing abruptly stopped him.
Xiaowu looked at Song Yanqing.
"Give the Prince some time alone with the Princess," Song Yanqing stated bluntly.
"But..."
"Don’t worry, the Princess left instructions, the Prince will be fine," he said.
"..." Xiaowu, not understanding,
Still chose to believe what Mr. Song said.
Moreover.
The Prince indeed should, properly atone to the Princess.
...
Under the vast sky.
A man and his horse galloped through the sand,
As if in all the heaven and earth, only he existed.
Just him alone!
For a long while.
The white steed stopped at a higher ground.
Xiao Jinxing dismounted from his horse.
The steed stood guard beside him.
He carefully placed the bundle with the bones beside him,
Then squatted down and began to dig through the sand with his bare hands.
His hands were covered in dust,
Mixed within it was his own blood.
Gradually.
A small pit was dug out by his own hands.
Xiao Jinxing opened the bundle, looking at the pile of bones within.
"I won’t take you back," Xiao Jinxing said.
This place.
It’s vast.
Suitable for your unfettered and unrestrained nature.
Xiao Jinxing’s Adam’s apple moved.
He placed the bones into the pit, and alongside them, he put a piece of green jade, a relic from his mother,
Then, a single tear.
Fell upon the bones.
And then.
More tears.
Were buried in the sands.
Slowly forming a small mound.
Xiao Jinxing found a piece of old wood nearby.
He used the blood on his hands.
Stroke by stroke, he wrote a line of characters: Here lies Empress Ye Qichi of Daxuan Kingdom, the tomb of Xiao Jinxing’s first wife.
Xiao Jinxing planted that tombstone in front of the grave.
Just watching, the blood-drenched words.
"Wait for me."
Xiao Jinxing solemnly kowtowed once.
It was his apology.
And his promise to her.
He stood up.
That day, the wind was strong.
It whipped up the dust and sand from the ground.
One man, one grave.
From then on, separated by life and death.
...
The Bai Family’s army, returning home in triumph.
First, they returned to the military camp in Gujiang City.
Though fatigued from their victorious return, their spirits were high.
This major victory meant there would be no wars for at least three to five years.
Not only would Beimu Country not dare to invade Daxuan’s territory again, but it might even become a vassal state to Daxuan Kingdom. Seeing the triumph of Daxuan this time, other nations would not dare to act rashly either.
The great army marched in.
Xie Ruotong was waiting at the entrance of the military camp.
She hadn’t received any battle reports for more than half a month.
Now, seeing the return of the great army, she felt at ease—victory was certain.
She sat in her wheelchair, watching the soldiers, each brimming with joy.
Princes and General Bai were not seen returning to the military camp this time; presumably, they had gone directly into the city.
Only some other officers, leading their troops, settled in the military camp first.
Normally,
The Princess would have come to the camp.
The Princess would come to treat the wounded soldiers.
She never cared about her own health condition, always concerned for others.
Lin Qianyu would have, presumably, returned to the camp first as well.
Because he knew, she was still waiting for him in the camp.
The smile on Xie Ruotong’s face deepened.
She just sat in her wheelchair, watching rows of troops continuously enter the camp.
Some of the more cheerful soldiers were already singing victory songs.
It was easy to imagine how exhilarating the battle had been.
Regrettably,
She couldn’t go.
Xie Ruotong waited a long time.
Wave after wave of soldiers passed,
But still, Ye Qichi did not appear.
And neither did Lin Qianyu.
Not even all the members of the special forces.
Had they been sent on another mission?!
Her heart was somewhat worried,
Yet still, she kept a hopeful demeanor.
A long time passed.
The hundreds of thousands of grand troops, all back to camp.
No more followed behind them.
The one she was waiting for, however, still did not show up.
Xie Ruotong decided to give up.
She thought, perhaps there was some delay.
The Princess might have accompanied the Prince into the city.
The special forces might have been dispatched on a mission.
She was pushing her wheelchair, preparing to leave,
When suddenly, under the azure sky, she saw Song Yanqing standing there.
Standing at a distance neither far nor close to her.
Seemingly watching her,
Yet not approaching her.
Xie Ruotong’s heart skipped a beat.
As if harboring a bad premonition.
She pursed her lips.
Still, she prepared to leave.
"Ruotong." Song Yanqing called out her name.
Xie Ruotong was startled,
Her body trembling slightly.
With held back emotions, she still turned to look at Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing took steps toward her.
In his hand, he carried a bundle.
Xie Ruotong’s eyes fixated on it,
Watching the bundle swing before her eyes,
Which suddenly blurred her vision.
She asked, "Whose is this?"
She clearly knew.
What Song Yanqing was carrying in his hand.
But she didn’t know... who it belonged to.
