Peerless Heiress - Chapter 121
Huh?! I was taken aback and stared at him blankly.
“When you were kidnapped, I was extremely anxious. I came after you before the ceremony was even over.”
His gaze, as if possessed by magic, was fixed on me. He smiled and said, "Qingyan, are you bothered by me marrying her? I won't. Give me some time, I'll sort this out. I won't marry her again. I've said it before, I only want to marry you. Father has already set the date for the succession. Qingyan, will you be my empress? I don't want any other concubines. I won't marry one after another like Father did. I only want you..."
I was stunned.
Chapter 268: Resolute Determination
"Qingyan..." Yuwen Ke held Qingyan's shoulders, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice low and husky, "Qingyan, I love you, I really love you so much... Please stay by my side? I don't need so many concubines, you're enough. I don't mind losing Dawei as an ally, I don't mind the countless twists and turns that have suddenly appeared in my years-long plan, I don't mind that it will take more time to realize my ambitions... Qingyan, I just want you to be with me... As long as you're by my side, I'll have unwavering confidence in everything..."
"...Qingyan...never leave again...marry me, okay?" His voice rang in her ears, carrying a seductive undertone. His features were strikingly handsome, his eyebrows thick and long, slanting upwards towards his temples, his thin lips slightly pursed, his expression cautious, filled with longing and unwavering determination as he stared intently at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, and she involuntarily took several steps back. She missed a step and almost fell.
"Qingyan..." Yuwen Ke stepped forward and helped her up.
"Uh, what nonsense are you talking about?" Qingyan slapped Yuwen Ke's hand away as if she had been burned, jumped up, stared at him blankly, and when she saw that Yuwen Ke was about to say something, she quickly slapped her forehead and shouted, "Ah, oh no, I forgot something. I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'll be going now."
Before she could finish speaking, she lifted the tent flap and rushed out.
"Qingyan!"
Yuwen Ke reached out to grab her, but the girl had already slipped away very quickly.
Watching her hurried steps, as if she were trying to avoid him, his face gradually paled. His hands clenched and unclenched, loosened and clenched again, until they turned blue. The lines at the corners of his lips hardened, and a resolute light shone in his eyes.
Qingyan, no matter what, I will never give up on you, never!
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As night deepened, the Tianxing Army camp outside Gushan City was dotted with countless bonfires. Within the camp, patrolling soldiers, clad in full armor, moved about in the gleaming light of their weapons under the tranquil moonlight.
Not far from the main camp, on a mountain peak, stood two figures.
The first one, dressed in a light ink robe, was no longer visible under the moonlight, but her every move still exuded elegance and composure.
The man behind him was still wearing his armor, and the sword on his back still reeked of blood.
The two men disappeared into the night, looking down at the camp below the mountain, remaining silent for a long time.
"Forestry, what do you think of the layout and defenses of this camp?" Mo Yu asked, pointing down the mountain.
Lin Ye pondered for a moment, "The defenses are extremely tight, with coordinated support from both the front and rear. Moreover, the camp is self-contained, allowing each unit to fight independently. Even in the event of a night attack, it is not easy to panic. Lord Wu Cheng's composure is indeed extraordinary. However..."
"Just what?"
Chapter 269: The Plan
Lin Ye hesitated before speaking, "But looking at this camp layout, it's too aggressive, and the soldiers are too wounded. The Beixian army is currently retreating and not in battle. Even if there's a need to guard against a surprise attack or other unforeseen circumstances, other arrangements could be made. It seems unnecessary for the entire camp to be like this." The young master has always been very considerate of his soldiers, and his deployment of troops in wartime and peacetime are different. He has followed the young master for many years, and the young master has never abandoned him, sharing all his military knowledge and insights. Although there is no formal master-disciple relationship, he has gradually received the true teachings, and his insight into military strategy is sharp, setting him apart from others.
Mo Yu sneered, "This camp layout was not Wu Cheng's doing."
"Young master, are you referring to... the Crown Prince?..." he asked, puzzled.
Mo Yu nodded and pointed to several places, "Look at this place, the momentum is vigorous, and there is a hint of kingly aura. Here, and here, the aura of weapons is sharp. These are the key points of the layout. If there is a sneak attack, the front team will split into two groups. The two teams that were originally hidden in the shadows will face the enemy head-on. Their killing intent is prominent and they will respond to each other from the east and west. Anyone who blocks their way will be destroyed."
Following Mo Yu's instructions and echoing his words, Lin Ye seemed to see a murderous aura erupting, two sides clashing fiercely, blood staining the sun... This setup is truly cruel...
He shivered slightly, feeling a sudden chill, and couldn't help but stammer, "How could the Crown Prince..."
He uttered halfway through his sentence, then fell silent. Why not? He was the crown prince, the ruler of the land. He had ambition, and of course, he should have the means to match it; a woman's compassion was unfit to be a ruler.
Mo Yu glanced at him and smiled, "You understand?"
"I understand." Lin Ye sighed inwardly and nodded.
Mo Yu's gaze was cold and clear, a faint, sneer playing on his lips. Yuwen Ke's plans were beginning to take a sharp turn, and this wasn't the only area he was scheming. After all these years, had he finally reached his breaking point?
"You should go back first," Mo Yu said.
Lin Ye looked up at the sound, surprised and hesitant, "Young Master, are you going to the camp?"
Young Master, you just returned from your sect a thousand miles away. The round trip should have taken twenty days, but you completed it in less than ten, which shows how rushed you were on the road. You only arrived this afternoon, first met with the retreating elite troops of the Bei Xian (a powerful force), intimidated their army, and then rushed to the pass. Don't you need to rest at all?
Moreover, and moreover, the Crown Prince...
Mo Yu chuckled softly, "Lin Ye, if you assist him in the future, you must not forget today's situation." The heart of a monarch is to be respected but kept at a distance, not to be intimately involved with and devour. Always remember to take a step back, that is the way to protect yourself.
"Young Master?!" Lin Ye exclaimed in surprise and doubt. What did the young master mean by that? Why did it sound like he was giving him instructions? Wasn't he his close attendant? Naturally, he was wherever the young master was.
"Go." Mo Yu smiled faintly, his gaze falling on a spot in the camp, the corners of his lips gradually curving upwards. It's been a few days; is she alright?
Chapter 270: Bewitching Incense
A hundred paces west of the commander's tent stood a small black tent with a pointed roof, guarded only by a few listless guards. The moon had already set in the west, and everyone in the camp was fast asleep. This was the time when people were most exhausted, and even the soldiers patrolling the outer perimeter, though still vigilant, couldn't help but show a hint of laziness in their eyes. Not to mention those deep inside the camp.
The shadows cast by the tents crisscrossed, and within them, two dark figures stealthily approached. One was slender and supple, the other strong and agile; both were veiled, holding their breath, and skillfully evaded the guards, quickly drawing near the small, solitary black tent.
The petite and slender woman's eyes gleamed with excitement as she quietly made a gesture.
The other nodded, lifted the curtain and glanced into the dark tent, then took out a thin tube from his person and blew into the tent for a while.
Wisps of smoke, milky white in color, gradually seeped into the tent, and for a while, there was no sound.
The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with joy.
He quietly slipped into the tent, closed the curtain, took out a flint from his pocket, and with a soft click, a spark appeared, illuminating the oil lamp with a dim yellow light, casting a small square within the tent.