The smoke and fire of the battlefield, the life-or-death moments, had stretched his body and mind like a taut bowstring. Now, that string finally loosened a little, and tears became the outlet for that release.
It is filled with deep emotion for the understanding and support shown to Qin Qianluo and others. In this difficult time, this understanding is like a beacon shining brightly in the darkness.
It guided his lone boat, which had been adrift in the raging waves for so long, toward the shore.
It also embodies a strong desire for revenge, the recovery of lost territory, and the restoration of peace.
That was the unwavering belief that sustained him through countless difficult days and nights, and the pillar of his indomitable spirit in the face of adversity.
Qin Jiyuan and Qin Qianyu watched this scene quietly from the side, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.
They knew all too well the cruelty and ruthlessness of this war; it was far more than a simple clash of arms.
Instead, it is like a ferocious and tyrannical beast, ruthlessly devouring life and hope, turning the once peaceful world upside down.
They were also keenly aware of the immense pressure the people before them were under during this catastrophe—not only the responsibility to protect every inch of land, but also the responsibility to save countless lives.
It was like an invisible and heavy mountain, pressing down on people so much that they could hardly breathe, yet they could not retreat in the slightest.
Under the gentle persuasion of Qin Qianluo and the others, the deputy general finally agreed to be helped by everyone with careful and caring assistance.
With heavy, unsteady steps, dragging her exhausted body that seemed to have been drained of all strength, she was slowly led away to rest.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had a good night's sleep.
Every minute and every second, the guilt and unease in my heart are like a persistent, insidious disease, always clinging to my mind.
He felt deeply guilty, wondering why he hadn't been braver and more fearless, and why he hadn't been able to protect this war-torn and scarred land with greater strength.
I feel guilty for the innocent lives lost in the merciless flames of war.
It was as if every departed soul had etched a deep scar on his heart, making him feel that he was the culprit who caused all these tragedies.
However, at this moment, King Jinrui Zhao traveled a great distance, braving the elements, to personally arrive at this place.
Like a ray of brilliant dawn piercing through the long night, it brought hope to this land shrouded in gloom.
The eldest son, Qin Jiyuan, and the second daughter, Qin Qianyu, also accompanied them, their tolerant eyes and encouraging words filling the air.
Not only did they not blame him in the slightest, but they also gently dispelled the heavy gloom in his heart, like the warm sunshine in winter.
All of this finally eased the heavy unease in his heart, which felt like a boulder weighing a thousand pounds, as if a burden that had been pressing on his heart for many years had been quietly lifted off his shoulders.
He felt relieved and obediently followed the arrangements, preparing to rest peacefully and looking forward to recuperating and recharging after a period of rest.
With renewed vigor and greater strength, they could follow King Zhao in fighting bravely against the enemy and lead the army back to victory.
To avenge this deep-seated and irreconcilable blood feud, and to seek justice for the departed heroes and General Lin's family.
May their souls rest in peace, and may this land, which has suffered so much, return to tranquility.
The prefect saw that the deputy general, accompanied by his soldiers, was gradually leaving and heading to his resting place.
He then carefully straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, stained with the marks of war, and strode forward with steady and powerful steps.
With a solemn expression as if he were about to undertake a great mission, he stepped forward and bowed.
He bowed slightly, his body like a steady mountain, carrying a sense of weight and solemnity accumulated over the years, showing utmost respect.
His tone was full of deep respect, and every word seemed to have been carefully considered as he slowly said, "Fortunately, I have been able to bask in this golden light and finally see the venerable countenance of King Zhao."
May I ask how many people accompanied Your Highness on this journey through the night?
If there is any need for provisions, military equipment, or the preparation of carriages, horses, or boats, I am willing to serve you with utmost loyalty and will do my utmost to fulfill Your Highness's trust.
Qin Qianluo's gaze, clear as autumn water and filled with heartache, fell gently on the prefect like a soft veil.
She scrutinized the prefect's appearance intently, as if trying to see through his haggard face to discern the weariness and resilience deep within his heart.
Apart from no visible external injuries, the prefect's haggard appearance resembled that of a withered flower after a fierce storm, revealing his vicissitudes and decay.
Just like the deputy general from before, they were both deeply shrouded in the shadow of war.
She then slowly swept her gaze across the surrounding officials with the subtle yet penetrating light of fine spider silk.
Their faces were exhausted, as if covered by a thin, gray veil, and their expressions revealed undisguised worry and haggardness.
They were all in similar condition, showing signs of exhaustion under the heavy pressure of this protracted and brutal war.
Like a puppet whose soul has been taken away, it has lost its former vitality and energy.
Seeing this, Qin Qianlu couldn't help but sigh softly, the sigh seeming to slowly overflow from the softest and deepest corner of her heart.
Like the mournful sound of a flute in the night wind, it conveyed a deep sympathy for the hardships endured by everyone and a profound concern for the current situation.
Like a wisp of smoke, it drifted slowly in the heavy air, yet it also seemed to carry a tremendous weight, pressing heavily on everyone's heart.
Then, with light and steady steps, each step seemed to tread on the strings of time, producing a calm and soothing sound, she personally walked up to the prefect.
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