The sea breeze, carrying a heavy, salty smell, rushed in like a raging beast, whipping at their clothes and hair.
They squinted slightly, looked up, and immediately locked their gaze on the somewhat lonely figure at the bow of the ship.
Qin Qianluo stood there quietly, her figure appearing exceptionally small and frail against the backdrop of the vast, boundless sea and the boundless sky.
The waves surged and roared like enraged bulls, their deafening roar seemingly proclaiming the cruelty and danger of the impending battle.
But Qin Qianluo was like a strong pine tree, firmly rooted at the bow of the ship, facing the unknown challenges without fear. Her tenacious attitude was truly moving.
A flicker of heartache flashed in both Ning Yu's and Ning Shuyao's eyes. It was a deep concern from the bottom of their hearts, as well as a profound understanding and empathy for this heavy mission.
As members of the royal family, they were bound by strict and meticulous royal rules from a young age.
From the moment they take their first steps, every movement is carefully taught by a specialist; every word is carefully considered.
They were instilled with the importance of cherishing their posthumous reputation, knowing that every word and action was closely linked to the dignity and honor of the royal family.
Throughout the long years, fame has been like an indispensable, shining star in their lives.
It illuminates their path forward and is an incredibly important and sacred presence.
Every public appearance and every policy decision requires careful consideration and weighing of the pros and cons.
They feared that a momentary oversight might damage the dignity of the royal family and invite criticism from the people.
But now, they are on this warship setting off on a campaign, gazing at the surging, boundless sea before them.
My understanding was as if struck by a heavy hammer, undergoing a complete transformation.
They understood deeply and thoroughly that it was because they had royal blood flowing through their veins that they had long enjoyed the respect and worship of the people of the world without reservation.
Participating in this campaign against Japan became their sacred and inescapable duty.
This responsibility weighed heavily on their shoulders.
But like a torch, it ignited their deep-seated sense of mission and responsibility, filling their hearts with endless strength.
The people of the land entrust their peace and hope to the royal family without reservation; this trust is as heavy as Mount Tai and as deep as the ocean. How could they dare to betray it in the slightest?
This expedition is not only for the current stability of Tianxuan, but also to allow the people to live and work in peace and contentment in a tranquil and stable environment.
It is also for the benefit of the people and future generations.
Only by completely defeating Japan can we truly cut off the Damocles' sword that hangs over the heads of our people and future generations, ready to fall at any moment.
Let them be spared the ruthless ravages of war and thrive under the protection of a peaceful and prosperous world.
Their own descendants will also embark on a hopeful and bright future in a peaceful environment free from the threat of Japan.
This battle carries the high hopes of countless people, and they must give it their all.
Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and dangers, even if it requires a huge sacrifice of blood and lives, we must never back down in the slightest.
In Japan, the magnificent palace built against the mountain, yet permeated with an aura of decay and decay, resembles a lurking beast, hidden in the swirling clouds.
The palace's eaves and brackets are carved with bizarre and terrifying totems of ghosts and gods, which appear even more ferocious and terrifying under the erosion of time.
At this very moment, a catastrophe capable of overthrowing the entire nation of Japan is rapidly and silently approaching, much like a supervolcano about to erupt from the seabed.
Meanwhile, the Japanese imperial family, completely unaware of their surroundings, remained immersed in a life of extravagance and decadence, indulging in revelry and dreaming of eternal glory and prosperity.
At this moment, in a dark and damp room deep inside the palace, a nauseating, foul odor permeated the air.
The dim, yellowish light flickered on the mottled walls.
The Japanese emperor's obese, bloated, and distorted figure was stretched long and strange, resembling a giant reptile lurking in the darkness.
The Emperor leaned forward slightly, his feet shifting restlessly in place, his eyes fixed on the woman tightly bound by ropes before him.
His face wore a chilling, extremely lewd smile.
His lips curled up in a wild smile, revealing a set of teeth that had been eroded by a life of wine, women, and decadence, turning yellow and incomplete.
A thick, fleshy tongue would occasionally dart out to lick his chapped lips, looking utterly lewd.
His Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, making a dull sound, and his greedy gaze, like that of a vulture with bloodshot eyes after a long period of hunger, roamed wantonly over the woman's body.
The unbearable desires in his heart burned fiercely and intensely, like a raging fire doused with buckets of hot oil, almost completely consuming his reason.
However, even though the lust in his heart was like a surging tide that could overturn everything, almost completely drowning him.
He was always bound by invisible and strong shackles, unable to do anything out of line with the woman.
The reason was simply that the woman's appearance was too strange and peculiar, exuding a mysterious aura that chilled people to the bone.
She had a pair of ice-blue eyes, like a bottomless, icy pool in the cold night, clear and transparent yet exuding a chilling coldness that seemed to freeze the soul.
Just by making eye contact with him, the Emperor felt a chilling coldness rushing up his spine.
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