Agui sat on the general's throne, her thick eyebrows raised, her eyes piercing like arrows, her voice booming like thunder: "I spared your life last time because I saw you as just a weak woman, but you have been restless and misled Fukang'an into sending troops on your own, causing the loss of our elite soldiers. Guards, drag this vixen out and lock her up with the White Lotus Rebels, and execute her together."

"General Agui, I am not a demoness, nor am I a member of the White Lotus Sect. Please believe me," Yan Ning knelt on the ground, desperately trying to explain. She knew that with Fukang'an unconscious and Agui in control, no one could save her.

"General Agui, Miss Yan Ning is not a member of a cult. Please wait until my general wakes up before making a decision!" Zhao Xing also knelt on the ground and begged.

"General Agui, Miss Yan Ning is really not a member of the cult." The officers and soldiers who had been in contact with Yan Ning all knelt down to plead for her.

"Insolence! I see you've all been bewitched by her. Even if she's not a member of a cult, she's certainly not a good person. She must not be allowed to live! Take her away! Anyone who says another word will be executed!" A-Gui would not allow any of his soldiers to be bewitched by this demoness.

"I am not a demoness, nor am I a member of the White Lotus Sect. Please believe me." Under Agui's intimidation, the soldiers dragged Yan Ning out and locked her in a military tent full of wooden stakes.

Yan Ning looked at the people tied to the wooden stakes, their eyes filled with hatred, and her heart trembled. She had never known that such a place existed in the military camp.

"Little girl, which branch do you belong to?" a woman next to Yan Ning asked.

“I am not a member of the White Lotus Sect,” Yan Ning argued.

"Young lady, now that you're here, stop pretending," the woman kindly reminded Yan Ning. "No one who comes here ever leaves alive."

“Yes, soon we will be able to meet our Ming Dynasty emperor,” someone nearby chimed in.

Yan Ning roughly guessed who they were, but why didn't she kill them immediately? If she wasn't going to kill them, why didn't she let them go?

"Come on, General Hailancha wants to see you." Soldiers came in and took away a strong middle-aged man.

"Damn Qing Dynasty dogs, sooner or later our people will kill all the Qing dogs in the world!" A middle-aged man spat at the soldiers who came in.

A soldier lashed the middle-aged man's face with a whip, cursing, "You'll get your turn sooner or later."

Everyone here had a heavy aura of death on their face. A night had passed, and the middle-aged man who had been taken away had not returned. Yan Ning felt that she was also shrouded in the aura of death.

They had no food or water, but the hatred in their eyes didn't lessen in the slightest. Yan Ning's body was already somewhat exhausted, and now, she was even less able to hold on.

Fukang'an hadn't come to rescue her; he must still be unconscious. He was seriously injured and needed to rest. What about Zhao Xing? With Agui around, he probably couldn't help even if he wanted to. And what about herself? Gradually, Yan Ning lost even the courage to let her thoughts wander.

"The general said that if you still don't reveal the location of the other members of the sect before sunset, then we'll send you to meet your ancestors." It was the same soldier who came yesterday.

Yan Ning smiled weakly. It turned out that she had survived for another day and night because Hailancha was trying to suppress the White Lotus Sect.

As dusk approached, Yan Ning and the others were captured and taken to the training ground. Large patches of blood were already on the ground, piercing Yan Ning's last hope.

"How is he now? Will he be angry if he wakes up and can't see himself? Please don't be angry. The military system in ancient times was so strict. Agui will definitely punish him. He has many wives and concubines at home. How long will he remember me? It's better if he doesn't remember me. He should win the battle as soon as possible and reunite with his family. Mother, brother, you must forget me too and live a good life." Yan Ning saw the head fall in front of her and screamed in terror, which echoed throughout the entire military camp.

"General, please wake up! If you don't wake up, Miss Yan Ning will really be executed by General A Gui. I can't bear it either, what should I do, General?" Zhao Xing knelt in front of Fukang'an's bed and cried, but Fukang'an still didn't respond at all.

Through the wind and rain, Fukang'an held Yan Ning's hand as they moved forward, wanting her to know that no matter the weather, he would protect her. When he heard the sounds of his own men nearby, Fukang'an glanced at Yan Ning and thought to himself: Now I can fall in peace.

In his sleep, he heard Yan Ning's sobs and Zhao Xing's roars. Fukang'an frowned, wanting to get up, stroke Yan Ning's jet-black hair, and gently say to her, "I, Fukang'an, will not let my woman cry." But he couldn't move or open his mouth.

Fukang'an felt Yan Ning's icy hand in his, but he couldn't bring himself to hold it back and warm it. As if he were in a furnace, Fukang'an was enveloped in heat, which gradually made him lose consciousness. He wanted to grab Yan Ning's hand that was jumping back and forth on his forehead, but he was limp in the heat.

Yan Ning stood on a desolate grassland, wearing the clothes she wore when the two first met, and tearfully bid farewell to Fu Kang'an, "Fu Kang'an, I don't belong here, and I will eventually leave. You must forget me, as if we had never met, and live a good life."

Fukang'an tried to catch Yan Ning, but found that she was getting further and further away from him until she disappeared into the distant horizon.

"Yan Ning!" Fu Kang'an suddenly sat up, reaching out as if to grab something, but when he saw that he was lying in the military tent, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a dream.

"General, you're finally awake! Hurry and save Miss Yan Ning, or it will be too late!" Zhao Xing was startled when he saw Fukang'an suddenly get up, and then cried out.

Fukang'an grabbed Zhao Xing and asked in a hoarse voice, "Yan Ning, what's wrong?"

"General Agui said he 'bewitched' you, that she's a witch, and that he wants to execute her." At this moment, Zhao Xing's eyes were already red and swollen from crying.

As Fukang'an released Zhao Xing and got out of bed, a tearing pain in his back caused him to fall to the ground, and Zhao Xing quickly helped him up.

"Give me my sword!" Fukang'an struggled to his feet.

Yan Ning dared not open her eyes to look at the bloody human head in front of her, not because of fear of death, but because she could not accept the way people's lives were ended so hastily in this era.

Although her eyes were closed, Yan Ning could feel the executioner's footsteps getting closer and closer—a human instinct for survival.

"General Agui, you can kill me with a single order today, but I am not a demoness, nor a member of the White Lotus Sect. I am just an ordinary person. I can die, but I cannot die unjustly." Yan Ning knew that her fate was sealed, and her heart calmed down.

A cool breeze brushed against her neck, and Yan Ning left her last words in her heart: "Mom, brother, Fukang'an, you must all live well."