Xiao Ji: "Thank you, Madam."
Shang Changge: ?
Is there anything to thank me for feeding you a few candied fruits to show concern for your dental health? Why are you being so formal?
Xiao Ji understood Shang Changge's explanation, and kissed the woman's fingertips to say more directly: "Thank you, Madam, for going to such lengths for the reputation of me and my thousands of soldiers."
He knew better than anyone that the reputation of being a killer, which he had earned for nearly seven years, couldn't be erased with just a few shadow puppet shows.
The difficulties involved in completely changing the people's perceptions are unimaginable.
Shang Changge could tell that Xiao Ji was happy about the change in his reputation, and she could understand it.
A general and his soldiers fought bravely and won a battle, but because they were forced by circumstances to massacre the enemy's city, they were misunderstood and feared by the people of their own dynasty.
From then on, the war god who was praised by everyone became a ferocious and evil god of death that everyone feared, and was almost universally avoided.
From the moment the order to massacre the city was given, he carried the burden of sin on his shoulders; after the triumphant return, he endured a tremendous sense of loss.
Not to mention the physical injuries and psychological torment, as well as the fear and suspicion from the emperor and colleagues in the imperial court.
This situation lasted for six or seven years, and one can imagine the torment and loneliness it must have been.
Even in the original ending, Shang Rui summoned Xiao Ji to the palace under the pretext of having something to discuss.
Their real intention was to kill Xiao Ji in order to regain the military power in his hands. In the end, Xiao Ji was killed by a joint force of several imperial shadows and the Imperial Guard.
Even after his death, he was accused of plotting to assassinate the emperor and rebelling, and the Xiao family was also raided and exterminated. How tragic!
Perhaps it was because her love for General Xiao had reached a certain level, or perhaps it was because their feelings deepened and intensified after their bodies and minds were intertwined.
Shang Changge, unusually, took the initiative to be sentimental, kneading the man's usually warm and soft ear, her eyes filled with complex emotions:
"Do you regret it? All these years you've fought and died for Qingyan. And what about that decision to massacre the city back then?"
The Xiao family is a family of military generals. Xiao Ji could easily disobey his mother and become a dissolute young nobleman, indulging in a life of pleasure and debauchery.
Or they could rely on the glory of the Xiao family for generations to obtain an official position, get married, have children, and live a stable life, without having to live such a tiring life.
Not talking about the distant past,
There are many such noble young men in the capital.
Xiao Ji hadn't expected his princess to ask him such a question, but he was glad she had: "No regrets."
Xiao Ji held Shang Changge in his arms and said softly, "I have no regrets about either leading troops into battle or making the decision to massacre the city back then. Everything was my own decision and choice."
Since you've taken the plunge, you must be prepared to bear the corresponding consequences and pay the corresponding price.
Shang Changge hugged Xiao Ji back and patted the man's big head. She wasn't good at comforting people, but she was inexplicably good at it when emotions ran high.
"From now on, for better or for worse, I will be with you."
Xiao Ji smiled, never tiring of repeating those three words that most directly express his feelings: "I love you."
Shang Changge used to find those three words a bit cloying, but now she finds them just right: "I love you too, Xiao Ji."
The next day, it rained in the capital.
Spring rain is as precious as oil. Although people are annoyed by the inconveniences brought by rainy days, they are not so upset as to curse the heavens.
The General's Mansion has guests visiting today.
The person who arrived was none other than Jing Xiuming. In the reception hall, maids and servants had already served tea.
The Soul-Chasing Servant, who had met Jing Xiuming a few times, looked displeased and gripped his sword tightly.
They were just waiting for the general's order to rush forward and kill this scoundrel who dared to try and compete with the general for the princess.
Xiao Ji was in a particularly good mood these past two days, and although his tone was cool, he was still quite polite: "I wonder what brings Young Master Mi here today?"
He remained calm and unperturbed, seemingly oblivious to Jing Xiuming, who desperately wanted to kill him, and replied:
"To be honest, General, after leaving the palace yesterday, I consulted ancient books and found a method that might cure your arm injury."
Xiao Ji looked over, his eyes cold.
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