Chapter 147: Chapter 89: As If Reborn

Zhen’er’s lips trembled slightly, and a tear slowly slid down from the corner of her eye. That tear carried complex emotions, as if she had suddenly awakened, yet deeply moved.

“Thank you, Ruoxi! Perhaps only these three words can slightly express my feelings.”

“You are my savior. If I continue to go against you in the future, then I truly am an incorrigible fool.”

“Don’t worry, from now on, if anyone dares to bully you, I will be the first to stand out and refuse!” Her voice carried a trace of choking, yet was full of determination.

Ruoxi frowned slightly, somewhat unaccustomed to the usually high-and-mighty Zhen’er exposing her emotions.

She was never someone with a cold heart; upon hearing these words, she sincerely said, “The wound on your arm was only just treated properly. Have a good rest. Do you really not hate me? The one who was originally targeted was me, but you took the fall for me.”

“This has nothing to do with you; it was all my own doing. I know in my heart that if you had faced this ordeal, you wouldn’t have been as helpless as me, unable to even save yourself.” She smiled self-deprecatingly, her expression tinged with a touch of desolation and resolve.

Ruoxi was never very good at comforting people. She just said lightly, “It’s good that you can think that way. I’ve left the prescription on the table. Have a good rest!”

“You should go rest too!” Her voice carried a hint of fatigue.

Ruoxi nodded and turned to leave.

Chengyi was full of reluctance, wanting to stop her from leaving. He opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Zhen’er coldly said, “Chengyi, I’m tired. If you still want me to live a few more days, then quickly get out.”

Chengyi recalled impulsively hitting her earlier, and he felt some remorse.

But at this moment, seeing her attitude, he remembered her shameless words about feeling assaulted, and anger flared up again. He responded coldly, “Fine.”

Watching Chengyi follow Ruoxi out, Zhen’er’s chest seemed blocked by something, swelling and uncomfortable.

However, the stabbing pain was no longer there.

It turned out that when a heart is wounded deeply enough and hurt long enough, it gradually becomes numb and no longer hurts.

Her lips curled into a faint smile as she murmured to herself, “From today on, Zhen’er, you are Zhen’er again, no longer anyone’s attachment, no longer any so-called Military Guard.

You must live for yourself! You were too selfish before, always feeling that nothing in the world had anything to do with you, only wanting to rely on modern technology for benefits.

Since you were given this body, given your current identity, you must find out why your father retired and why he was killed by his enemies. Otherwise, you are not fit to be human!”

The room was silent, only her whispered words echoed in the air, as if bidding farewell to the past and also a vow to the future.

When Ruoxi walked out of the room, the sky was already lightening, and that dim light spilled on her, but it couldn’t dispel the deep fatigue on her face.

At this moment, all she wanted was to hurry back and sleep to shake off all the exhaustion.

However, the sound of footsteps behind her made her frown, a feeling of annoyance welled up from the bottom of her heart.

“Chengyi, go back and take care of her. Hitting a woman, how capable of you. If you want her to end up like me, then by all means, don’t care for her.” Ruoxi said coldly and then turned away without hesitation.

Chengyi stood dumbfounded, watching her resolute back, knowing clearly in his heart that there was no going back between them.

But he couldn’t reconcile with it; having once possessed her, how could he bear to lose her like this?

Ruoxi no longer cared for the fool who made her feel disgusted, and she returned to her room, collapsing onto her bed to catch up on sleep.

She didn’t know how long she had slept when Qing Ning woke her.

Still drowsy, she rubbed her aching forehead, her voice carrying a hint of grievance and coquettishness, “Qing Ning, don’t wake me if it’s nothing urgent. I’m so tired, deal with everything after I’ve had a good sleep.”

Qing Ning sighed softly and said slowly, “Miss Shen, the Envoy from Beichang Country arrived today, bringing the letter of surrender and order for pacification. Don’t you want to know who came?”

Ruoxi’s eyes suddenly widened, her voice instantly becoming cold as ice: “Chunyu Che?”

Qing Ning gently nodded, “It’s him. The Marshal said, no matter how you choose to act, even if it goes against the principle of not harming envoys during wartime, you should make the decision.”

He really dares to come! Ruoxi sneered coldly in her heart.

The next moment, she got up quickly, not even bothering to tidy her clothes as she headed towards the military camp.

Qing Ning hurriedly stopped her, urgently saying, “Miss, you haven’t washed up yet?”

Ruoxi bit her lip, suddenly realizing, and she nodded.

She quickly washed her face, tied her hair casually with a band, and hurriedly went towards the military tent.

…

Zhai Wen was full of regret. His original intention was that during the war between the two countries, Chunyu Che must not be spared.

But now that Beichang Country had surrendered, if the envoy were to be killed, this matter would surely be condemned by future generations forever, and Dayi Country would certainly be left with a brutal, bloodthirsty, and unprincipled reputation in history.

He thought that even if Chunyu Che had to die, he must not die in their military tent.

But their Prince had obviously decided to let Ruoxi kill Chunyu Che, that extremely cold expression seemed to announce that he would bear all possible consequences, even if it meant being scorned and cursed by future generations.

“This is not the time to kill him.” Zhai Wen tried to lower his voice as he spoke to Jun Moling, his tone full of urgency and concern.

Jun Moling merely cast a cold glance at his mentor, his expression indifferent, “Let’s wait until Ruoxi arrives.”

Zhai Wen’s heart trembled, feeling panic for the first time in his heart.

Letting Ruoxi make the choice, this was a deep-seated vendetta for her, and she would surely tear Chunyu Che apart.

Zhai Wen was not resigned to give up and wanted to continue persuading, but Jun Moling stopped him with a gesture, clearly indicating that he was not to meddle in this matter further.

Zhai Wen was burning with anxiety, knowing that no one present could persuade Jun Moling.

Everyone knew that Chunyu Che was essentially the spiritual pillar of Beichang Country now. If he were to lose his life at this surrender table, the age-old enmity between the two countries would surely reignite.

Although they were not really afraid of war now, as victory was within their grasp, it wasn’t so clear-cut as to want to completely annihilate Beichang Country!

Jun Moling paid no attention to Zhai Wen’s anxiety and stress. His eyes slowly scanned the kneeling envoys of Beichang, finally fixing on Chunyu Che.

Chunyu Che sat upright, exuding an indescribable determination.

His facial features became clearer, his complexion fairer than a stand-in, those eyes dark and bright, lips red and teeth white, he even looked a bit like a pretty boy.

“Prince Zhan, Beichang sincerely admits defeat and hopes you withdraw the troops, granting peace to the two countries.” Chunyu Che said loudly, his voice clear and firm.

Jun Moling sneered, his words full of sarcasm, “Who instigated this war? Now you say to retreat the troops, as if it’s an easy thing to say.”

“The common people are innocent, the Monarch of Beichang has already been executed, Chunyu Chi and Chunyu Mingyan were captured by you, if Prince Zhan feels it’s not enough, I am willing to sacrifice my life in exchange, just hope to settle the citizens, and spare them from the merciless ravages of war.”

Chunyu Che’s gaze did not flinch, locking eyes with Jun Moling, his expression full of resolve.

Jun Moling remained silent, just coldly staring at Chunyu Che, the atmosphere around seemed to solidify from the tense standoff.

The envoys of Beichang trembled with fear, not daring to breathe, fearing that the slightest mistake could provoke this Prince Zhan and invite disaster.

Zhai Wen, on the other hand, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, racking his brain to stop this potentially disastrous slaughter.

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