“Fengguang has probably listened to too many plays.” Xianmo’s tone was very calm. “Since she dared to bathe in the wild, she must have been prepared to be seen by others. If she still expects someone to take responsibility, that’s wishful thinking.”
Feng Guang listened and couldn't think of a suitable rebuttal, because what he said... was indeed very reasonable.
Instead of dealing with Xiao Qi directly, he handed her over to Jiang Yue. This approach was undeniably tactful, since Xiao Qi was under Jiang Yue's command. If he dealt with her, he would be showing Jiang Yue no respect whatsoever.
Feng Guang didn't know how Xiao Qi would be punished, but Xian Mo was going to the battlefield the next day, so she really didn't have the mind to care about someone else. She endured the next day with trepidation, which was the day Xian Mo actually went to the battlefield.
She has never liked dead people, but in order to keep an eye on Xianmo throughout the process, she endured seeing many people's bodies either decapitated or hacked to pieces by swords. The only thing that could comfort her was that although Xianmo was still lacking in experience on the battlefield, with Lan Zhao's intentional or unintentional care, coupled with his years of hard training in martial arts, apart from the occasional minor scratches and exhaustion, he did not have any particularly serious injuries.
“Fengguang…” After Xianmo killed the enemy leader with another sword strike, the tip of his sword entered the ground, and he breathed a little heavily, saying, “Fengguang… you can go back to the camp and wait for me.”
He felt a cold sensation on his blood-stained face.
She said softly, "I'll wait for you to go back together."
"Alright... let's go back together." Xianmo drew his sword, looked at the enemy soldiers charging towards him, smiled gently, and then his attacks became faster and more ruthless.
He knew in his heart that she disliked bloodshed, so he wanted to finish the job quickly.
Feng Guang followed closely beside Xian Mo. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone slowly approaching. When she realized it was Xiao Qi, she couldn't help but divert some of her attention to Xiao Qi.
Logically speaking, Xiao Qi should no longer be in the military.
What's even more unexpected is that Xiao Qi only has some rudimentary skills, making it difficult for her to survive on this battlefield. However, there is someone who is risking his life to protect her, and that person is Jiang Yue.
Xiao Qi and Jiang Yue were getting closer and closer to this side as they fought their way through the enemy lines. Feng Guang suddenly had a bad feeling. She glanced back at Xian Mo, who didn't seem to be in much danger, and moved a few steps closer to Xiao Qi and Jiang Yue, wanting to hear what they were saying.
"Princess, you should abandon this plan and go back."
"Things have come to this point, how can we give up?" Xiao Qi said coldly, her voice carrying an imposing authority. "Jiang Yue, think about your future wealth and honor. If you are cowardly and want to back down, that's fine, but when Long'er ascends the throne... you should think this through."
Jiang Yue gritted his teeth, "Your humble servant... swears to protect the princess with his life."
With just a few words, Feng Guang had already figured it out. This Xiao Qi was not some woman who had gone to war in place of her brother, but rather the daughter of Consort Yun, the current Grand Princess.
At this moment, Jiang Yue approached Xian Mo and said, "Your Highness, I will protect you."
As Xianmo looked at Jiang Yue, Xiao Qi had already drawn a dagger. Feng Guang called out anxiously, "Xianmo, be careful!"
It's too late!
Xiao Qi's dagger suddenly stopped in front of Xian Mo. A look of astonishment appeared on her face, but she then ruthlessly pushed the dagger forward again.
Yet, it still strayed a fraction from the tranquil path and could go no further; blood inexplicably dripped from mid-air.
All of this happened in a single instant.
Suddenly, blood splattered, and Xiao Qi's hand holding the dagger fell to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Yue hurriedly drew his sword and rushed towards Xian Mo, but with just a flash of sword light, his head was severed from his body.
Xianmo's sword was stained with blood, but he didn't rush to finish Xiaoqi off. Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, he was momentarily lost in thought, then softly called out, "Fengguang..."
No one answered him.
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