Chapter 867: Chapter 599 The Grand Finale (Final Chapter)_9
"Mother, I’m here to save you."
Feng Yun vaguely heard her son’s voice, but when she looked up, she could not see him.
She was very tired, both weary and exhausted, her body seemingly pulled by an invisible force, as if about to collapse.
A hand reached across, drawing her into Ta Xue’s head.
Pei Jue took the knife from her hand and murmured softly, "Ah, Lady Yun, you’ve suffered."
Feng Yun leaned against his chest, soft and limply, unable to move even a bit.
After such a long time apart, they should have been filled with excitement.
But she couldn’t muster any enthusiasm.
Neither the split-second tacit understanding between them nor Wen Xingsu’s defeat could spark excitement in her.
Slowly, she put her arms around his waist, "I feel so terrible, Pei Jue."
Pei Jue held her tightly, "I know."
She had killed Wen Xingsu with her own hands...
There was nothing more distressing than this for her.
Pei Jue gently covered her eyes with his hand, pulled her into his embrace, and rode away.
He dared not let her see the scene where the horse’s hooves trampled over Wen Xingsu amidst the chaotic army.
"Let’s go see Rui Bao."
Feng Yun remained silent, holding him tightly, quiet and still.
The vanquished are vanquished; there is nothing more to say.
-
The Eighth Year of Jingning Era’s war ended in a manner that took everyone by surprise.
The battlefield was strewn with bodies.
When Wen Xingsu’s body was retrieved from the pile of corpses, it was discovered that his most fatal injury was not the stab from Feng Yun, but from being trampled by horses in the chaos.
A Confucian general who had roamed the world.
Died amidst the chaotic army.
Before his death, he left no last words.
After Wen Xingsu’s fall, Pei Jue defeated the remaining tens of thousands of Andu Army within less than five days.
During those days, according to local people, the terrifying screams echoed endlessly over Andu County, and the air seemed filled with the smell of blood, making one’s scalp tingle.
Success or death, with no reinforcements, the Andu Army was doomed to be forsaken by history, perishing for ambitions that perhaps even they could not fully articulate.
"Yang Qi died in battle."
"Shentu Jiong was captured and killed himself before the battle line."
"The rebels of the Nan Yong Army have all been executed!"
This battle had no true victors.
-
The dreadful nightmare had finally passed.
The First Day of the Twelfth Lunar Month in the Eighth Year of Jing, the Da Yong Army returned triumphantly.
The Da Yong Emperor and Empress ascended to pay respects to their ancestors, burned incense and offered sacrifices by the Huaishui, and then rode back to Andu.
The streets of Xinjing City were empty.
The South Gate of Andu City was crowded with people welcoming the triumphant return of the army.
A dense crowd of people kneeled everywhere.
"Welcome, Your Majesty!"
"Welcome, Your Majesty..."
"Long live Your Majesty!"
"Long live the Empress!"
Strategic balance restored, peace returned, no one could resist being joyful for this moment, and the people’s respect sprang from the heart.
This is Da Yong’s legend, the deity who guards the thousands of lights across this vast land.
The military achievements that were inscribed in the annals and praised by future generations had, at this moment, been recounted thousands, no, tens of thousands of times...
In the bustling crowd...
Feng Yun stood beside Pei Jue, receiving the people’s worship, feeling as if a crack had opened in her heart, allowing light to spill in...
Suddenly, she heard a faint laugh.
Following the sound—
Chunyu Yan was not wearing that frightful and bizarre mask, lounging lazily in a wooden wheelchair, unrecognizable to others as the Prince of Yunchuan. Some shy young women whispered among themselves, guessing who he belonged to, for he was so handsome.
Feng Yun glanced at Pei Jue, "Why is he here? How is he still alive?"
Pei Jue: "Evil ones live long."
Chunyu Yan, who was quite near, overheard this and couldn’t help but scoff.
"Feng Shi Er, does she always invite scolding?"
Yao Ru stood beside Chunyu Yan, holding onto the handle of the wooden wheelchair, with an awkward smile.
Chunyu Yan himself wasn’t embarrassed; he glanced at the somber-faced, restrained Pei Jue and smiled again.
"Doctor Yao, please help me over to pay respects to His and Her Majesty."
He was the Prince of Yunchuan.
He was naturally different from ordinary people.
Step by step, he was pushed in front of Pei Jue, exempted from bowing because of his injuries.
Yet he spoke with impressive eloquence.
"His Majesty heard that I saved Her Majesty’s life and, moved by gratitude, allowed me a short stay in the palace..."
His shamelessness truly made one loathe him.
Pei Jue cast a cold glance at him, and Chunyu Yan’s smile widened, clutching his chest with a look of anguish.
"My injury, I’m afraid, won’t heal anytime soon; I’ll need to stay a bit longer, truly imposing on His and Her Majesty."
Pei Jue’s eyes darkened further.
Chunyu Yan added, "Disturbed emotions, even harder to heal, right, Doctor Yao?"
