Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 137

His father often stood outside his camp, his back to him, his figure swaying.

That's their business, I can't help with that. I just hope they don't argue over that person.

I didn't have much contact with that person, but I understood more or less that he wouldn't appreciate my efforts.

Shen Ziyi, if only I were you, then I wouldn't have to worry my older brother or make my father grow old.

"Commander, General Wu is looking for you."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

What does my master want with me? Has something changed ahead? I quickened my pace and headed straight for the main camp: "General Wu."

I knelt before him; he was the person closest to me, loving me even more than my father and mother.

"Summon all commanders and officers, and dispatch troops immediately!"

"Yes, sir!" Is it time to fight? Will an army of 100,000 be a tough battle?

The assembly call sounded, and the brothers were fully prepared to go. The biting cold air could not dampen their enthusiasm for shedding blood for their families and their country.

I watched my elder brother in the crowd, clad in armor, looking heroic and radiant.

He was just as proud as his father, and just as disdainful of all others.

He didn't stay behind; my father let my older brother join our team. I was overjoyed. Even if it was just once, I would have no regrets about being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

I was full of fighting spirit, determined to earn my older brother's approval. I believed I was no less capable than anyone else. I was determined to achieve something.

Before I left, my father looked at me expectantly. I knew what he meant. Although I felt disappointed, I respected my elder brother even more.

I nodded, and my father smiled lovingly at me. I was content. From this moment on, I would strive for my life. My elder brother told us to work together to build our own empire and establish the unparalleled territory of the Qing Dynasty.

But I never expected that when this goal was achieved, my elder brother would no longer be by my side, and the person standing in front of me would no longer be Emperor Renguang. Instead, it would be that proud and arrogant emperor who made everyone proud.

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On the fertile frontier, dust flies everywhere, and the earth seems to be calling out to its fearless darlings. There is no reason for war, no question of the outcome. Slit the throats of others, sweep away their sorcerers. Perhaps your bones will be buried under the sandstorm, or perhaps your heroic spirit will remain among the people. Intertwined in the sky above the battlefield, you will sing the oath of blood.

My brother stood in the crowd, and even at this moment, he still had the mind to ignore these insignificant people. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He raised his hand and brought down the knife. I dared not leave his side, afraid that he would ignore others while others would pay attention to him.

Proud elder brother, what are you looking at? The sunset on the battlefield is no more beautiful than at home. I protected him, both laughing and crying, as swords clashed and heroes danced across the land.

With victory in sight, he suddenly stood up. I was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat. What was he going to do? I was afraid he would leave our territory. I don't have three heads and six arms.

He gazed into the distance. What could he see through the smoke of war? His expression was solemn, and even his armor could not conceal his inherently volatile nature.

He leaped into the air, his long arrow unsheathed, its wings fluttering, a dragon emerging from the sea. The sword flashed like lightning, the technique exquisite; unsuitable for the battlefield, it became a final, magnificent display of skill…

When he returned, he was laden with achievements, like a war god at the dawn of his career. His brilliance, though not yet fully realized, had already scorched hearts and minds.

"Retreat!" the elder brother ordered, and the surging crowd, like towering waves, shouted excitedly as they returned to camp, for in his hand lay the head of the general Tianxuan had led this time.

I saw in the eyes of the crowd the feelings I had that day: surprise, admiration, and awe...

Big brother! You are worthy of being the pride of Dongqing.

The father was overjoyed; this was exactly the kind of older brother he had always wanted.

His elder brother threw the spoils in front of him, but he was still angry. His father laughed heartily, as cheerful as the victorious general he once was on the battlefield.

General Wu nodded, his mustache twitching.

The eldest brother's swordsmanship was exquisite. He didn't mind others watching him practice, and the soldiers privately discussed that he had the same style as his father.

They asked me if my brother was practicing swordsmanship in front of everyone in the hall because he wanted to teach them and let them learn.

I nodded sheepishly. I couldn't very well tell them that my brother didn't consider anyone around him at all, that they were all invisible. How could someone with his personality fight like that? Ugh!

My older brother eats and lives here just like everyone else, the only difference is that he's becoming less and less talkative.

He neither curses nor hits people, nor does he look at people. He lacks the vitality of the capital, but he has honed himself into a sharpened sword. Every time he returns from the battlefield, everyone gathers outside his tent and worships him foolishly for two seconds.

He wouldn't kick people out, nor would he use military law. This arrogant behavior was seen by everyone as approachable and considerate of his subordinates. Good heavens! This works! Let them remain ignorant forever! Ignorant and narcissistic.

Once, when I went to see my father, he suddenly stopped talking to General Wu, hurriedly hid the things between them, and asked me what was wrong.

I pretended not to notice, but when I glanced at it, I saw it was an imperial edict. Even without them hiding, I could guess what it contained. I had once been sent back by such an edict, and the one that issued it was the Prime Minister, Sikong Qian, who made the four kingdoms tremble with fear.

"General, the Heavenly Mystery Envoy requests an audience."

"not see."

"Why?" I asked in surprise. This is a good thing; it can save so many people from war.

My father stood up, his years of honed fighting spirit making me unable to look him in the eye. "You've overstepped your bounds. Ask fewer questions you shouldn't ask. Get out of here."

"Yes." I stepped back, looked at the sky, and at my brothers who blindly believed in their superiors. I wanted to laugh out loud. Absurd. This war was as absurd as when I came back. I gripped the knife in my hand. Brother, you saw it long ago. Why didn't you leave? Was it because you had no choice, or because you had no other option?

From then on, I followed him every day. I wanted to know why. Did so many people have to die for one person? Would it be better if you withdrew from the fight?

When it was late at night, I couldn't help but ask him, but he didn't say anything and didn't even look at me.

He sat at the table writing letters. Since arriving, he had written countless letters, but had never received a single reply.

"Don't you think there's a problem? Maybe they won't even end up in his hands."

He never stopped writing, and after so long, he has developed excellent calligraphy skills.