After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 811: Si Fuqing: I’ll Be With You (1)

“…”

The barbarian soldiers had no idea how their general was killed.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, this general, who had slain even the mighty JIANG Haiping, was dead.

Was this a joke?

They trembled as they lifted their heads and saw a face that was almost absurdly young.

He was also clad in silver armor, his long black hair tied high with a coronet. His features were handsome, yet fierce and unforgiving.

It was the Emperor Yin!

The barbarians had heard of Emperor Yin.

This young emperor had ascended to the throne just four years ago, subduing various warlords with an iron fist.

The ten kingdoms were defeated, and Great Xia was unified.

Though he had not yet come of age, his methods had indeed caused the barbarians considerable unease.

But the Barbarian King had not taken Emperor Yin seriously.

He had never expected that this coordinated attack in the northwest would end in complete failure.

Emperor Yin’s brow twitched slightly as he spoke indifferently, “It seems they don’t even want their bodies intact.”

“Swish!”

The Dragon Sparrow sword flashed again, beheading a dozen barbarian soldiers.

He did not stop; he continued killing.

In a matter of moments, the ground was littered with corpses.

A born god of war, his reputation was well deserved.

The remaining barbarian soldiers suddenly woke from their stupor and fled in panic.

But the reinforcements from Great Xia had also arrived.

Emperor Yin said calmly, “Kill them.”

Only then did he turn, locking eyes with Si Fuqing. “Don’t do this again, you could die.”

Si Fuqing was stunned for a moment, and before she could respond, he took the reins of his horse. “Let’s go, into the city first.”

Once inside the city, someone quickly took JIANG Haiping’s body, and Si Fuqing was led away by members of the Miracle Doctor Alliance for treatment.

“Your Majesty, the marshal…” The soldiers knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. “The marshal…”

“I already know.” He paused, “Go to the main tent first, we need to handle the marshal’s remaining affairs.”

The soldiers wiped their tears and immediately led Emperor Yin to the main tent.

On the table in the main tent lay a farewell letter written by JIANG Haiping before his expedition.

[Facing death, with no troops left, I guard Yanmen and fight the barbarians to the end, to repay my country’s grace, and wish Your Majesty a great victory.

Sincerely, JIANG Haiping.]

Each word was filled with loyalty.

Every sentence was written in blood and tears.

When Si Fuqing, bandaged, came in, he was still gripping the letter tightly, his fingertips white.

After a long while, he finally spoke, “He is also gone.”

That single word “also” made Si Fuqing pause.

“They say I am a star of calamity, bringing death to my father, mother, brothers, and everyone close to me.” He stood with his hands behind his back, his voice indifferent, as if speaking of someone else. “I did not believe it, but now I seem to have no choice.”

“Your Majesty,” Si Fuqing raised her head, “believe in fate if you must, but do not accept it.”

“Those are interesting words.” He looked back at her, a slight smile on his lips. “I haven’t asked, what is your name?”

“I…” Si Fuqing suddenly recalled the calligraphy she had seen before entering the game and quickly said, “My name is Wuyi, no father, no mother, hence no surname.”

“A good name, Wuyi,” he suddenly smiled, “I also have no name, it seems we are fated.”

Si Fuqing blinked.

So, the Emperor Yin truly had no name?

It seemed that even unofficial histories were sometimes accurate.

“Wuyi, a fine name.” He walked unhurriedly, hands behind his back. “Who says there are no clothes? I will share my robes with you.”

“The king rises to lead, sharpening my spears and lances.”

“Together, we will face our foes.”

With the final words, the young emperor’s aura surged. “Though you hold the position of a military strategist, your spirit is strong. Your body may be weak, but you possess unyielding pride. Will you follow me?”

Si Fuqing’s eyes sparkled. “I am willing to fight alongside Your Majesty.”

“Good, excellent.” He suddenly began to cough, blood staining his handkerchief.

Si Fuqing remembered Jiang Haiping mentioning that Emperor Yin was also injured. Her expression changed. “Your Majesty, you—”

“A minor wound.” He pushed her hand away dismissively, his expression indifferent. “In battle, who doesn’t have some injuries? I’ll recover in time.”

“The western war has settled, I will guard Yanmen. Can you take the marshal’s body home?”

Si Fuqing stared at him intently. “Even if Your Majesty didn’t ask, I would do it.”

They had not seen each other in four years; he had fully grown into a man.

But her identity had also changed.

At least she could still stay by his side.

“Good.” He smiled again, “Talking to you is pleasant. Go, remember to return, there is much to do.”

He watched Si Fuqing’s departing figure, his gaze deepening.

There was a strange sense of familiarity.

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