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