Chapter 2055 [Shangxie]
There are three days left before the army sets out, which is also the day when the queen's coronation ceremony is scheduled to take place.
Three days passed in a flash.
At dawn that day, five thousand soldiers wearing armor and helmets had already filled the square of the palace city, and another 300,000 troops were waiting outside the gate of Shenjing City, ready to set off at any time.
The wind still carried the scent of dew and brought the sparse cries of vendors outside the palace gate.
When the daylight completely dispelled the darkness, a long and rare high-spirited announcement sounded throughout the square.
"The Emperor has arrived—"
Five thousand soldiers knelt on one knee together. Amidst the dull clamor, their voices were like a howling hurricane, sweeping across the square and almost echoing throughout the entire imperial city.
"Long live our emperor!"
The square fell into extreme silence, and in this extreme silence, steady footsteps slowly sounded and stopped on the platform.
Then a deep voice sounded,
"All soldiers, please stand up."
Five thousand soldiers stood up, their eyes all looking towards the platform.
The emperor wore a large black cloak, the lining revealing a snow-white collar and a bright red fabric with a soaring dragon pattern. He stepped forward in black sheepskin boots. The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone, wrapped in his internal energy.
"Once I step out of this palace today, I will no longer be your emperor, but your general."
He looked at the still closed palace wall, at the vast sky outside the palace wall, and even further away, in the direction of Yan Gui City, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Behind him, the door of the Zichen Palace was opening quietly.
Xia Fuyi walked out slowly and looked at the square in the morning light.
From her angle, she could only see a blurry black silhouette and the soldiers standing silently in the square.
A palace maid came to persuade her to go into the house, but she silently refused.
As time passed, Xia Fuyi could clearly feel the depression gradually boiling in her heart.
She was very uneasy.
Very uneasy.
Logically speaking, Changsun Chi has recovered his martial arts, so she shouldn't be so worried. Moreover, as an emperor, he will definitely be reserved even on the battlefield. Thousands of soldiers are protecting him, so even if he is defeated, he will definitely not be in any great danger.
But for some reason, from the day she fell ill, Xia Fuyi felt a strong sense of unease.
These intuitive ominous feelings were suppressed by her under the anger and irritation of being refused to follow. It was not until this moment when the army was about to set off and she quietly looked at Changsun Chi's back that they were finally clearly stripped away.
The sky over the capital city is always high and blue. In front of the square filled with soldiers, the figure standing on the high platform looks as majestic as a mountain, as if as long as he is there, this city, this mountain, this country will never collapse.
Xia Fuyi was in a daze, trying to suppress the ominous feeling that came from nowhere, but she suddenly woke up with a long cry.
"Open the palace gate—"
She looked intently at the square. The huge vermilion palace gate slowly opened, and on the high platform, the cloaked emperor had already climbed onto his horse. His back was straight, like the cold blade of a drawn sword under the blue sky.
Just as Xia Fuyi was staring at the back, the emperor suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the Purple Palace.
Their eyes met across the vast distance.
She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Xia Fuyi always felt that he was smiling at her.
In just a few breaths, the man turned around, raised and lowered the whip, and the tall red horse carried the emperor through the crowd of soldiers and headed towards the open palace gate.
Xia Fuyi stood straight, her fingers clenched tightly in her palms until scarlet blood dripped down.
She let the uneasiness in her heart ferment to the extreme, then turned back to her room indifferently and slammed the door with great force.
I have to keep up.
Xia Fuyi walked into the bedroom with an expressionless face and picked up Long Yuan from the bedside. The sword seemed to sense its owner's mood and made a slight buzzing sound.
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