Chapter 1207 The Returnee's Notes 281
“She’s right, Qingnu. If you couldn’t have what you wanted in your past life, then may you have what you want in the next.”
Qingnu froze, then slowly turned around and saw the figure that had emerged from the coffin, “Lingqian.”
She seemed to want to cry, but what kind of ghost would shed tears?
"You're finally awake."
Ling Qian reached out and rubbed Qing Nu's head, then looked at Xie Ning and said, "Thank you."
Although she hadn't woken up yet, her consciousness was gradually clearing, and she heard Xie Ning's words.
Xie Ning wasn't just talking; she was untangling Qing Nu's obsession.
Qingnu has reached a high position. She is a fortune teller and can preside over sacrifices as a princess. However, faced with the predicted future, she has no choice but to leave the country, and neither does she.
She could only marry into a powerful country in hopes of protecting her homeland.
But what kind of era was that? A time of moral decay and chaos, with nations at war, large countries annexing small ones, and breaking promises for personal gain being nothing more than a fleeting thought.
The country is too weak; it has missed the best opportunity to grow, and all that awaits it is annexation and becoming the territory of another country.
But who would willingly lose their country and become a subjugated slave?
Qingnu knew the ending, but she could only watch helplessly as the Li Kingdom was destroyed.
She wondered if she were a man, would she have had more ways to save the country?
That's not the case.
The destruction of the Li Kingdom was predetermined, and Qing Nu had foreseen it long ago, hadn't she?
She was simply unwilling to accept it.
Xie Ning's gaze fell on Ling Qian. Judging from the spirit of this fallen general, she should be two meters tall. What was surprising was that Ling Qian's hair was completely white.
In other words, Ling Qian had a full head of white hair before she died, which she didn't see in the mural at the time, since the helmet was covering her.
But if you calculate her age, Lingqian was only in her twenties or thirties when she passed away, so how come she had a full head of white hair?
Not only Xie Ning, but Qing Nu also noticed it. She felt a pang of heartache. Everyone in Ling Qian's family had died in battle. Before the city fell, Ling Qian's mother committed suicide so that Ling Qian would have no worries about the future.
None of them thought about living.
His hair turned white overnight.
She led the last remaining troops to the battlefield.
He died in front of the city gate.
Some might say, "Why not just surrender?"
These two words may sound light and easy, but they break their backbone and integrity.
The small oil lamp beside the coffin was still lit. As if sensing something, Qingnu and Lingqian's gazes fell on the people lying on the ground.
Xie Ning also turned around and then saw Huifa sitting up.
In fact, she already knew that Huifa had woken up. When she returned to the secondary tomb chamber, she had taken the pulses of everyone, so it was not difficult to calculate the approximate time when they woke up.
Huifa met Xie Ning's gaze, and then circled around her.
He had been listening to Xie Ning speak the whole time, and occasionally other voices would appear, which must have been ghosts.
In other words, Xie Ning was talking to the ghost, which surprised Huifa, who hadn't expected the ghost to have such a clear consciousness.
Unfortunately, he couldn't understand what Xie Ning and the others were saying.
He didn't know which dialect it was, or perhaps it was an ancient pronunciation and intonation. He knew that the pronunciation and intonation of ancient and modern speech were different, but that was all he knew; he still couldn't understand it.
After sensing the powerful aura of the ghost, he didn't dare to move, waiting for Xie Ning to handle the situation before he would make his move.
He lost his composure upon discovering yet another powerful ghost and was thus discovered.
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