Chapter 139 Half the Glory for You
The smoke from the Battle of Returning Wind Valley gradually dissipated, but the air was still filled with the lingering smell of burnt blood.
Inside the central command tent, the fire in the stove was burning brightly.
"Splash—"
The heavy curtains were suddenly ripped open by a bloodstained hand.
A biting wind, carrying snow, swept in, causing the candlelight to flicker violently. Pei Yunjing strode in.
His black robe was already soaked through, heavy with rain, snow and blood, and dark red liquid was still dripping from the hem.
A few drops of undried blood stained his handsome, godlike face, adding a touch of bewitching ferocity to his originally cold and aloof features.
At this moment, he was like a fierce weapon that had just been drawn from a battlefield and was not yet sheathed.
The maids guarding the tent trembled with fear, kneeling on the ground and not daring to raise their heads.
Only the pear tree.
She stood by the stove, holding a warm cloth in her hand, without showing the slightest fear.
Instead, when she looked at the man covered in blood, her eyes showed only undisguised heartache and... pride.
"Your Highness."
Tang Li went up to him, wanting to help him take off his damp, cold cloak.
"Don't move."
Pei Yunjing stopped her.
Unlike usual, he didn't avoid her for fear of offending her with his bloody aura, nor did he rush to wash up.
He stood there, his deep eyes fixed on Tang Li's face, his chest rising and falling slightly, as if he was still calming the lingering killing intent from the battlefield.
Pei Yunjing raised his hand and presented the "Zhanwang" sword, scabbard and all, which he had been holding tightly and which had just drunk its fill of enemy blood, to Tang Li.
"Take it."
His voice was deep and hoarse, leaving no room for doubt.
Tang Li was stunned for a moment, but still subconsciously reached out her hands and took the sword.
"Sinking..."
The moment she touched it, Tang Li's arm suddenly sank downwards.
This sword is too heavy. It's a heavy sword forged from deep-sea black iron, weighing at least several tens of kilograms.
But she did not let go.
She gritted her teeth and held the cold, heavy weapon, which even smelled strongly of rust, firmly in her arms.
Looking at her struggling yet determined appearance, Pei Yunjing's last trace of fierceness in his eyes finally melted into tender affection.
He extended his bloodstained fingers and gently lifted Tang Li's chin, his gaze intense, as if he wanted to etch this moment deeply into his mind:
Is it heavy?
"Heavy." Tang Li nodded honestly.
"Heavy is just right."
Pei Yunjing smiled, his fingertips tracing her delicate skin, leaving a faint trail of blood.
"This is the weight of power, and also the weight of killing."
He didn't mind getting blood on her face.
Because from tonight onwards, she will no longer be that little white rabbit who needs to hide in a greenhouse and screams at the sight of blood.
"Tangli".
Pei Yunjing's voice became solemn and dignified, as if he were performing some kind of sacred coronation:
"Tonight, we achieved a great victory at Wind Valley, beheading over a thousand and thwarting the enemy's plot."
“The soldiers outside are all shouting my name and praising my military achievements.”
He paused, his eyes becoming incredibly serious:
"But I know the truth in my heart."
"If it weren't for your 'boss down,' if it weren't for your 'point of direction,' if it weren't for your 'get out' that scared the wolves away..."
Pei Yunjing's palm covered the back of her hand that was holding the sword, and the burning heat transferred to it:
"My sword is already broken."
"so……"
He lowered his head, forehead to forehead, his voice low and husky, each word like a blow to Tang Li's heart:
"I will share half of this glory with you."
"You can hold this sword too, from now on."
Tang Li's heart began to pound violently.
He no longer saw her as a delicate flower that needed to be hidden behind him, a flower that could only be warmed by his body.
Instead, he regarded her as a comrade-in-arms who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him and wield the sword together, or even... his other half.
"Your Highness..."
Tang Li's eyes welled up slightly, but she smiled brightly, like a blooming flower.
She clutched the sword tightly to her chest, raising her chin with the pride of a "femme fatale":
"Half isn't enough?"
"My appearance fee is very high."
She tiptoed and gently kissed Pei Yunjing's blood-stained lips:
"I want half of all the glory you have in this life to be mine."
Even if you're infamous for eternity, you have to take me with you.
Pei Yunjing was startled.
He then let out a hearty laugh and suddenly pulled her and her sword into his arms.
"good."
"Then let's go together."
"Whether we are remembered for good or bad... we two madmen will fight to the death."
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