Ninety-eighth palm
Hearing this, Zhou Yanqing became puzzled and tried hard to recall what happened that night, but he was so drunk that he couldn't remember anything at all.
He was somewhat annoyed that he had missed such a wonderful thing, but then he realized something and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. "So... it was you who took the initiative?"
Si Yanmo would never admit it, turning her head away from him, "Who said that? You were clearly drunk and acting like a hooligan."
"Oh, really?" Zhou Yanqing had clearly caught the truth he wanted from her expression, and he tightly wrapped his arms around the woman's soft waist. "So you agree to it."
He sighed dramatically, "Oh dear, what a pity. How can we let only Madam remember? Would you like Madam to help me recall what I did that night?"
"Who, who wants to help you remember!"
The man's deep, pleasant laughter lingered in her ears, making her involuntarily recall the events of that night.
She didn't know what was wrong with her at the time; she just kissed him so naturally, as if they were a couple who had been in love for a long time.
But she was the one who said she didn't like that before.
Despite not wanting to have anything to do with anyone anymore, or to continue this ambiguous relationship, Zhou Yanqing possessed a certain magic that made her feel sorry for the man in front of her whenever she hardened her heart to leave.
It must be because this guy always stares at her with those puppy-dog-like, wet eyes, making her feel all maternal.
She turned around, looked at the man, and her expression turned fierce. "Zhou Yanqing, have you been trying to trick me all along?"
Although Zhou Yanqing didn't know where she got those words from, she still hugged her and argued, "No way, Madam! You can't wrong me!"
Look, it's that same expression again!
Every time Si Yanmo saw his pitiful yet sly expression, she was helpless and always gave in to his wishes.
He definitely did it on purpose!
"Then tell me, how can I..." How can I never do anything about you?
She wanted to ask that question, but she couldn't bring herself to say it, as if asking it would mean admitting that she was already under this man's control.
Perhaps the person in front of her was already different from Zhou Junsong in her previous life. She was not just going through the motions or compromising, but genuinely enjoying being with him.
In the past, when she came to Sak, she would have been melancholic, as she couldn't bear to see anyone suffer; when she entered the Sak palace, she couldn't help but be constantly nervous, afraid that she would say or do the wrong thing and cause them to fail...
But Zhou Yanqing always appears at the right time, making her feel at ease and allowing her to forget how terrible everything in front of her is.
Unbeknownst to her, this man became her anchor, offering new answers to the many shadows of her past life.
She didn't know what this feeling was like, but she did know that no one had ever given her this feeling—that sense of security, joy, and pleasure.
Seeing that she remained silent for a while, Zhou Yanqing gently stroked her cheek and asked softly, "What do you want to ask?"
Si Yanmo paused for a moment, then took his hand and gently rubbed her cheek against his palm. "Zhou Yanqing, I think I really do like big dogs a little bit now."
Now it was Zhou Yanqing's turn to be stunned. His lips twitched, but quickly turned into a joyful upturn, and he burst into laughter.
He held his wife tightly in his arms and kissed her cheeks and lips several times.
"You promise you're telling the truth, and you can't go back on your word this time!"
Si Yanmo was amused by him and nodded.
He received a definite answer, and his eyes involuntarily reddened, as if he had obtained some precious treasure.
He pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her lips again and again, as if he could never get enough of kissing her.
"Amo, I love you."
As he spoke, a tear slid down his cheek, softening Si Yanmo's heart, and she gently kissed it away for him.
"Why are you still crying, Your Highness, King Qin?"
The man sniffed, and this time, unlike before, he wasn't arrogant. Instead, he said frankly, "Because I love you. I'm very happy, extremely happy!"
Si Yanmo was deeply moved. She had never seen anyone so happy because of her words, at least not Zhou Junsong, who was also her husband in her previous life.
Even when facing his beloved older sister, the other person had never shown such an expression.
This is the second time she has felt lucky in this life. The first time was when she learned that she had been reborn and could read people's destinies.
She kissed Zhou Yanqing's lips. "Didn't you just ask me what it was like that night? Just like this."
She held the man's head and deepened the kiss, except this time the protagonist was him.
The night sky over Sak witnessed their feelings for each other, and Zhou Yanqing felt that he might be starting to like this place...
The next morning, Zhou Yanqing unusually did not get up early, and instead embraced his wife.
Hearing the puppies barking, and fearing they might wake Si Yanmo, he covered her with a blanket, kissed her forehead, and then tiptoed downstairs to pour goat milk for the puppies.
He whispered to each puppy, "Keep your voice down, your mother is sleeping."
The puppies seemed to understand him, and they all obediently drank their milk without even fighting over the food.
He moved closer to the bedside again, propped his chin up with one hand, and admired his lover until she slowly woke up.
He brushed the stray hairs from the woman's forehead, kissed her brow, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Good morning, madam."
Si Yanmo rubbed her eyes, naturally took his hand, and said in a soft voice, "Good morning, husband."
Perhaps this winter really won't be so cold...
——
While the two on one side were deeply in love, Sano on the other side received letters from Si Yanmo and Zhou Yanqing before Xiaoyu's day, and he also realized that this was a good opportunity.
The only problem is how to maximize all of this and strive to completely overthrow Wu Zhao in one fell swoop.
Sometimes things just happen by chance. Just as he was worrying about something, a man claiming to be an old friend came to his tent to see him.
When he saw the man, he realized that he was the chieftain of the Sawa tribe, Saman.
Sano quickly knelt down and bowed, "Chief."
Although he is the most powerful person here, due to the unique ethnic structure of the Sak, the chieftain is always the pillar of the tribe, and even the Sak king must pay homage to the chieftain.
No one can touch the chieftain of the opposing tribe until the Sawa tribe is completely wiped out.
Wu Zhao had considered making an example of them, but the chief of the Wuke tribe stopped him. After all, if this failed, the Sawa tribe wouldn't show them any mercy next time.
Disrupting the authority of the clan leader means destroying the harmony between the two clans that has lasted for hundreds of years, leaving only the option of extermination in the future.
That might seem advantageous, but it's actually not a good thing for either race.
This is why almost all the Sawa people were driven away or killed by Wu Zhao, but the old chieftain remained unharmed.
Now, Saman has come to Sano for a way out for the Sawa tribe.
“Wu Zhao is going too far. If we let him stay, I’m afraid the Sawa tribe will have no place in Sak in the future,” Saman said.
He has already conveyed to the people of the city Sano's idea of overthrowing Wu Zhao's tyranny.
Even though he didn't expect Sano to come back with a group of people, after all, in their eyes this person was still just a child.
“You are just like your father, you have guts.” He handed his clan seal to Sano. “With this, all the Sawa people will obey your commands. My only request is that you don’t act like Wu Zhao, who, even if we win, did not exterminate the Wu clan.”
Sano, of course, would not. If what he initially wanted was for his family to be safe, what he now wants is a peaceful and prosperous world.
Sak is an inclusive place. It's so cold here that people's hearts are hard to turn cold. They always want to help others, which is why it's the only country among the great southern kingdoms where two races live together.
The appearance of this scoundrel, Wu Zhao, disrupted this balance. The fault lies not with the Wu clan, but with Wu Zhao.
The moment he received the clan seal, Saman spoke again: "This is not enough. The Sawa tribe is currently scattered, while the Uk tribe is united. You must not only unite the Sawa tribe as one, but also disperse the hearts of the Uk tribe."
"You mean..."
Saman did not reply, but told him to take him with him when attacking the city the day after tomorrow, and that he had a plan.
Sano agreed, thinking that the chieftain, having lived for so many years, must be smarter than him. But he also had a vague premonition, feeling that this method was rather strange.
It drizzled the following night, and the roads instantly froze over. The sky was gloomy, and even when the sky brightened the next day, the dark clouds did not disperse, and there was no sign of a celestial event.
Sano was somewhat worried that Siyanmo's prophecy would not come true, but regardless, he had already gathered all the Sawa people to attack the city, and he had to do it regardless of whether there was a "miracle".
He led his men to besiege the city gate again. Just like before, the archers sent by Wu Zhao stood on the city gate, and arrows rained down, but no one retreated.
One person fell, and another took their place. Finally, taking advantage of a lull in the archers' arrows, they pushed the huge log to the city gate and broke it down.
"Bang"
"Bang"
"Bang"
...
Shot after shot, but the door remained unbreached.
Just as the archers on the city gate had received their arrows again, the people inside the city gate suddenly rushed over. No one knew whether they had been ordered by someone or whether it was spontaneous.
They just ran over one by one, men and women, even some children, trying to break through the soldiers' obstruction to open the door.
Perhaps, like the shopkeeper who complained to Si Yanmo, they were already tired of it all, and they really hoped that a new monarch would bring them a new life.
There were even some of the soldiers' parents here. They dared not act rashly, nor did they dare to let the people break through this line of defense. So they had no choice but to resist with their own bodies.
The vanguard on the city gate noticed all this. Knowing he couldn't let the group get through, he ordered the archers to turn their arrows towards the unarmed civilians.
Sano was initially puzzled, but when he saw arrows flying down like the rain from the previous night, he realized that they were coming down in droves.
Unlike raindrops, which can only melt snow into ice, this arrow only brought screams of agony.
He suddenly realized something, his eyes turned red, and a surge of anger compelled him to raise his spear and roar, "Attack the city!"
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