Chapter 142 Protect Them

Zhao Chengning left, and before leaving, he left the position of commander-in-chief to Xihe.

Xihe stroked the token for mobilizing troops in his hand and fell into silence.

"Xihe, I'm going to rescue Jinyuan. If neither of us comes back, you take the token and mobilize the troops from all directions to protect yourself. Got it?"

“What if I can’t do it well?”

"My sister was born a phoenix, how could she be an ordinary person?"

Xihe unfolded the map and re-deduce the thought that flashed through her mind. She looked at the territory of Nanli and thought in her heart.

Suddenly her eyes turned and she saw Jiangnan, which was adjacent to Nanli.

Jiangnan is Tianshuo's territory.

"Who's there?"

Just as he finished speaking, a man in black came down from the beam and said, "Thirteen."

"How many people are there in the Beili army?"

"Three hundred thousand."

"Who were the generals originally stationed in the Imperial City?"

"Xu Qingcheng, Xu Qingye, and...Su Yuan."

Su Yuan is Liu Yuan after changing his surname.

Xihe closed her eyes slightly and exhaled deeply, "I understand now. It turns out... the border is just a bait."

Everything makes sense.

Beili's 100,000-strong army was not prepared for the border at all, nor was it the so-called Nanli. Xiao Mingxuan's goal from the very beginning was Tianshuo Imperial City.

He used Nangong Yan to make the eldest princess Zhao Wanyu disappear, leaving the border without a general. In order to reassure the people, Emperor Jingyuan would definitely send a prince to fight. The candidates would be either Zhao Chengning or Zhao Jinyuan, and Xihe could also be brought along, which was an unexpected surprise.

Then, he used a piece of land that he would never give away to harass the King of Beimo, forcing Beimo to kill him. He then took advantage of the situation and reached a cooperation with Tianshuo through Xihe.

On the one hand, he used Zhao Jinyuan to clean up Beimo, and on the other hand, he revealed Zhao Jinyuan's whereabouts to Beimo, and joined forces to kill Zhao Jinyuan who knew nothing about it. He stayed out of it and solved two major problems without losing a single soldier.

Zhao Jinyuan died. If they could still hold back Zhao Chengning who was unable to navigate the terrain, then only Zhao Xihe would be left in the entire general's mansion. This was Xiao Mingxuan's goal.

Soon after, the news reached the imperial city. Emperor Jingyuan was worried about the safety of his beloved daughter and would definitely send his trusted generals, who would definitely be Xu Qingcheng and Liu Yuan, who were familiar with the border terrain.

In this way, half of the soldiers in the imperial city will be taken away, and how can the Tianshuo imperial city, with only ordinary soldiers left, fight against the 300,000-strong Beili army?

It will take time for Xu Qingcheng and Liu Yuan to rush to the border, and it will also take time for the Beili army to pass through Nanli and head straight for the imperial city.

The general's mansion, which looked like an empty city, was the best opportunity for Xiao Mingxuan to take action.

At the same time he took Xihe away, the Beili army attacked the Tianshuo Imperial City.

Xihe suddenly laughed softly, her expression frantic. Tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the map. "Xiao Mingxuan, you're amazing! It turns out you haven't wavered in the slightest from beginning to end. Your so-called concession and deep affection are just a pawn in your plan."

You've been lying to me from beginning to end!

"Master, are you alright?"

Xihe's expression was too terrifying, and Thirteen couldn't help but ask worriedly.

Xihe wiped away her tears, and there was no warmth in her eyes anymore. "Qingyuan is injured and can't move, and Hu Die is dead. Apart from the people who are fixed in certain places, how many people can we mobilize?"

Xiao Mingxuan, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust.

Maybe we were meant to fight to the death!

"Forty-six people." Thirteen replied.

"Okay." Xihe said coldly, looking up with a bit of Emperor Jingyuan's aura, "Tell Falcon to travel day and night to the Imperial City immediately and tell Father that there is no need to send a general to the border. We must prepare early and defend the Imperial City to the death. Be careful of the Beili Army that is about to march north."

They only took action tonight, and the news from the imperial city was not so fast. Xihe got the news first and took the initiative.

"yes."

"If it's too late, have Falcon intercept the two generals halfway and deliver my letter. The two generals will understand."

"yes."

"Secondly, prepare six people to rush to the surrounding cities and borrow soldiers. We have a tough battle to fight."

"yes."

"Finally..." Xihe sighed, "Finally, let Nineteen lead a team to Beili Imperial City, and then..."

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It was completely dark. Xihe walked up to the city wall despite being stopped. She sat quietly on the city wall, her eyes shining in the dark night.

"It's started, right?" There was silence all around, but Xihe seemed to hear the sound of close combat.

[It has begun.] Grandpa Shenshu's elderly voice slowly uttered.

Xihe opened her mouth, only to feel her throat dry. "How many people died?"

Many, many.

Xihe closed her eyes and sighed deeply, feeling a sharp pain in her heart. She looked down at the city wall and said, "Grandpa Shenshu, tell me...if I jump from here, will my people survive like they did back then?"

She was granted the title of Princess Zhaoyuan at a young age and was respected by the people, so she should speak up for them.

[Lord God, after thousands of years, you still can't let it go? ]

"Let it go? I guess it will never be possible."

Xihe suddenly remembered the conversation she had with Zhao Zize on the way to Jiangnan that year.

God also feels sorry.

She fed ghosts with her own body and saved the world, but her relatives and friends were not among the bustling crowd.

Even after tens of millions of years, she has never gotten over the scene of her loved ones dying in front of her.

But as if God was deliberately playing a trick on him, the scene of that year was repeated, and the fate of the eldest and second brothers was uncertain.

"But this time I am no longer powerless." Xihe looked up at the sky and smiled bitterly.

The sacred tree sighed.

The scene in front of him changed, and Xihe came to the somewhat familiar Tianwaitian.

"Long time no see, lunatic."

A sneer came from the throne, "It's been a while, you're still as stupid as ever."

Xihe rarely refrained from cursing back. She was filled with weariness and lacked energy, so she got straight to the point, "Do you know why I came to you? You are the only one in the world who can rewrite fate... Mingche."

The man on the throne slowly turned around. He had white hair and a youthful face, his brows filled with coldness. "So you still remember my name? I thought you were going to call me a lunatic for the rest of my life."

Xihe lowered her head and smiled, "I am young and inexperienced, please don't blame me, Your Majesty."

Mingche still remembered how naughty Xihe was when she was just born, that spirit of daring to do anything. Now, after only a few reincarnations, she had become so calm and composed, becoming less and less like her.

His expression was a little irritable, and with a hint of "as expected", "Xihe, think carefully, once you leave, you will become a mortal forever. Once you die here, you will no longer have a soul."

"I know." Xihe stroked the space in his abdomen and finally made up his mind. "I am grateful to God for giving me another life. How can I ask for anything more? I just hope I can protect them this time."

In an instant, the past ten years flashed before Xihe's eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Emperor Jingyuan, Noble Consort Chen, Consort Xian, Zhao Chengning, Zhao Jinyuan, Zhao Zhinan, Zhao Zize, Zhao Siyuan, all her deceased relatives and friends were completely personified at this moment.

Ming Che stared at her for a moment and sarcastically asked, "Is it just for them? Or... to save someone from more karma?"