"I can't understand it."
Nan Lingqin shook her head, "Your Majesty, how can you expect me to experience what it's all about?"
"That……"
The Empress looked at Nan Lingqin, her will firm and her expression cold, then looked at Yuwen Yao, who was still unconscious on the bed.
Outside the tent, all was silent; inside, it was deathly still.
After a long while, the Empress sighed with immense grief, slowly releasing Nan Lingqin's hand. "Then, do as you please. But, Lingqin, please give him a proper burial..."
"You actually let her kill Yuwen Yao."
Before the Empress could finish speaking, a figure flashed inside the tent, and Yuwen An suddenly appeared, his gaze towards Nan Lingqin as dark as ink. "Nan Lingqin, you heartless woman, I knew it was you who did this. You wanted to kill him."
“That’s right. Killing him will also provoke you and cause the Bei Rong army to be defeated. Why not do it?”
Nan Lingqin couldn't deny that Yuwen Yao, who was unconscious, was completely powerless to fight back, and since she was closest to him, she would definitely have enough time to make a move.
"You, you woman..."
Yuwen Yao was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot. He helped the Empress up and said, "Why are you still so dignified? You'll be heartbroken if Yuwen Yao finds out. Get up now."
Looking at Yuwen An's anxious appearance, Nan Lingqin suddenly smiled and said, "Heh, I never thought that Yuwen An, who doesn't care about anyone, would care about people."
This statement is extremely ironic.
Yuwen An's expression slightly changed, and surprisingly, he didn't refute her. However, the Empress grabbed Yuwen An's hand and looked at Nan Lingqin. Her eyes were filled with a pain that seemed to gleam, but she still said, word by word, "Lingqin, girl, kill Yuwen Yao. I won't stop you, and I'll make sure Yuwen An doesn't stop you either."
As soon as the Empress finished speaking, tears streamed down her face.
Nan Lingqin looked at her with some surprise. At this moment, she seemed to see not a noble and elegant empress, but a kind and heartbroken mother.
The way he saved her just now, and now he's urging her so urgently, doesn't seem fake at all.
But……
"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will give him a complete corpse. This is my way of repaying you, after all, you have treated me very well."
Nan Lingqin's hand moved swiftly and decisively...
At this moment, Yuwen An still managed to shake off the Empress and rush over, but after taking only one step, his face turned pale and he fell to the ground.
Nan Lingqin turned to look at him, "Yuwen An, you can't stop me with your schemes. I've already taken action against you. It's been three months, and the effects of the medicine in your body should have kicked in by now. Yuwen Yao is dead, and you will die too. I still need you to disturb Bei Rong's peace of mind, open the city gates wide, and welcome my Southern Qi straight into the capital."
"You...you..."
Yuwen An tried to get up, but he kept falling back down, and could only watch helplessly as Nan Lingqin's hand reached out to Yuwen Yao.
"Yuwen Yao, wake up! You're about to die. If you die, you'll never see Nan Lingqin again..."
Yuwen An suddenly shouted.
Nan Lingqin frowned, about to scoff, when she saw that Yuwen Yao, who had been completely dazed and motionless just moments before, actually trembled at Yuwen An's words, as if he were about to wake up.
A sudden, inexplicable stirring in my heart brought forth a complex mix of emotions.
Thinking of the pain she had endured, Nan Lingqin didn't hesitate for a moment. She raised her hand and pushed away the lightning bolt, as if she had used half her life's strength...
"Sister Qin, no."
However, the palm strike did not land on Yuwen Yao, but instead struck the shoulder of Yu Qingyi, who suddenly appeared.
It seemed as if the entire tent trembled.
"Yu Qingyi!"
Nan Lingqin was furious. Looking at Yu Qingyi's instantly vomited blood and his pale face, she said, "Do you want to die?"
She hadn't held back a single ounce of strength in that palm strike, and it even carried the Cloud Clan's unique technique, enough to make Yu Qingyi's internal organs tremble.
"Sister Qin, that silent guy made a mistake, he's sorry to you, but please believe me, he loves you. He must have spent countless nights awake at midnight, unable to sleep, wanting only to be with you..."
Yu Qingyi forced himself to sit up and looked intently at Nan Lingqin, "Sister Qin, don't kill him."
Yu Qingyi was begging her.
Nan Lingqin bit her lip, frowned at Yu Qingyi's pained expression, and finally withdrew her hand.
"Yuwen Yao, I will not kill you today because I must save Yu Qingyi first."
As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Lingqin helped Yu Qingyi out of the camp, and no one followed them.
The two had only gone halfway when they encountered Nan Fenghuang, who was approaching. Seeing Yu Qingyi's deathly pale appearance, her expression changed drastically. "This..."
"Quickly help him back, I'll save him."
Nan Lingqin said quickly.
Nan Fenghuang didn't ask any more questions and didn't dare to delay. Together with Nan Lingqin, they helped Yu Qingyi back.
This palm strike was extremely powerful.
Xu Yiran was worried that something might happen to Nan Lingqin, so she helped her guide Yu Qingyi's internal energy, which is why he looked calm.
After a long while, Xu Yiran withdrew her hand, looked at Nan Lingqin, lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Is he still alive?"
"Yes, Yu Qingyi blocked it for him."
Nan Lingqin was in low spirits. As she spoke, she stood up, glanced at Nan Fenghuang, and said, "I'm leaving it to you." With that, she left the room.
The night was quiet and still; after the war, the surroundings were exceptionally desolate.
"But it doesn't matter. Yuwen Yao is poisoned and cannot act, and so is Yuwen An. Our attack at this time is undoubtedly a sure thing. After all, the enemy only has General Xie in charge of the overall situation."
After whispering something to Xu Yiran who followed her out, Nan Lingqin entered the central command tent. She had just picked up a pen and was writing something when Xu Yiran suddenly grabbed her hand. "Xiaoqin, in your heart, do you want him to die or live?"
Suddenly, a sound made Nan Lingqin stop in her tracks. She looked up and met Xu Yiran's clear and unfathomable gaze. Her eyes were calm. "I hope he dies, but I also hope he lives. Because if he dies like this, I always feel that it's not enough, not enough."
"Okay, I'll kill him for you, chop him up piece by piece."
---Aside---
The slump will pass quickly.
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