Northwest border battlefield

As Mo Zhantian approached, he looked at Mu Qing and the other person, then at the white figure not far from them, and froze.

After falling from the sky, Sima Huan was seriously injured and coughed up blood. Due to the severe injury and loss of his vital essence, his black hair turned white instantly, and his appearance changed from a handsome young man in his prime to a frail old man.

Upon seeing this, Mu Chengyu and his group were shocked and stopped in their tracks. Their gazes swept over Mu Qing and the other person, and they felt a sense of wariness and awe.

King Mo Zhantian of Nanyuan and his soldiers looked at the white-haired old man on the ground in disbelief, and for a moment they dared not go forward to recognize him.

Sima Huan calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, ignoring the disbelief or gloating looks directed at him. He simply stared at Mu Qing with eyes full of hatred, his hatred reaching the heavens.

Mu Qing looked at Sima Huan calmly and did not make another move.

Ji Wushuang, who was wearing armor beside Mu Chengyu, saw that Mu Qing had injured the man but did not step forward to kill him. She questioned, "Why didn't you kill him? He's the one who started the war between the two countries."

"If it weren't for him, the desert would never have gone to war with the dynasty, and so many soldiers wouldn't have been injured."

Upon hearing his words, the generals of the dynasty, who had previously held Mu Qing in high esteem, couldn't help but show some doubt.

Mu Qing's gaze remained fixed on Sima Huan, and she remained silent.

He neither offered any explanation for his actions nor went forward to kill Sima Huan.

His eyes shimmered with azure light, reflecting the entirety of Sima Huan's life.

I saw that he was nearing the end of his life.

They saw his merit in unifying the world, but they also saw his crimes of burning, killing, and looting.

I also saw that after his death he would be judged in the underworld, and the judge would settle his merits and demerits.

While Mu Qing remained silent, Murong Yu's tall figure stood firmly in front of him, shielding him from Ji Wushuang's angry and confused gaze, as well as the questioning looks from the surrounding crowd.

He didn't know why Mu Qing didn't kill Sima Huan.

However, no matter what decision Mu Qing makes, he believes in Mu Qing and will always stand by Mu Qing's side to support him.

Regardless of right or wrong, and without asking the reasons.

Mu Qing turned around and looked at the tall figure standing firmly in front of him.

This person was willing to stand against the dynasty he was born into, and against all the people of the world, for his own sake.

Ripples spread across the calm lake of my heart, a bittersweet feeling coexisting within.

Mu Qing blinked away the tears welling up in her eyes, reached out and patted Murong Yu's shoulder, and said softly, "Ayu, I'm fine."

Murong Yu turned to look at him, and the young man smiled as calmly as ever.

However, Murong Yu seemed to see a hint of sadness in his smile.

A kind word warms the heart for three winter months, while a harsh word chills the heart for six summer months.

"How could I not be heartbroken when the person I saved misunderstands and questions me? I should be heartbroken..."

However, another voice in Murong Yu's heart told him: "His Aqing really doesn't care, because his Aqing has always done what she wants, doesn't care about other people's opinions, and doesn't care about the final gains or losses."

However, even though Murong Yu knew that his Aqing didn't care, he did care, and he cared for his Aqing.

When Murong Yu's tall figure stood in front of Mu Qing, everyone noticed his presence. Before, when he was standing in the crowd, no one except Mu Chengyu had noticed him.

Mu Chengyu stared blankly at Murong Yu, who bore a striking resemblance to his father, the emperor, his heart filled with shock.

Mu Chengen and Ji Wushuang both saw Murong Yu standing in front of Mu Qing, and both looked on incredulously.

Ji Wushuang asked, "Who are you?"

Murong Yu ignored him, but gave Mu Chengyu a deep look.

Seeing the disappointment in Murong Yu's eyes, Mu Chengyu's breath hitched, and then his heart ached. He blurted out, "The other party showed up on the battlefield to help us. We are indebted to them. How can we question our benefactor? Wouldn't this be ungrateful?"

Upon hearing this, everyone lowered their heads in shame.

battlefield edge

Standing at a distance, Kongjue noticed that Wuwang was staring intently in Mu Qing's direction and asked, "Master, why are you staring at this person?"

Kongjue: "Master, do you know him?"

Wu Wang nodded and replied calmly, "I know him; he's an old friend."

Kongjue: "Master, do you know why he didn't kill that person?"

Wu Wang: "The gears of fate turn, and merits and demerits, right and wrong, will be settled in their own way."

Upon hearing this, Kongjue suddenly understood.

With hands clasped together, he said devoutly, "Amitabha, thank you for your guidance, Master."