[Transmigration] The War God's Consort

Chapter 35

Who is Feng Xinglie? The Wind King of Qin, the Invincible God of War!

The envoys from the small country couldn't help but tremble under her imposing aura, not only because of her arrogance, but also because of Zeng Jingxinglie's name, which appeared repeatedly in the battle reports. Upon seeing her name, one could practically ignore the battle situation below.

Defeat! Encountering her means only utter defeat! Over the years, the small states surrounding Qin have suffered greatly.

Seeing Qin Han's speechless expression, Feng Xinglie smiled faintly again: "Who do you think Ling Yuxiang is? You want to chop him up? I'm afraid you're not capable enough!" She wasn't worried about that guy at all. Qin Han's forbearance was impressive, but wasn't his hiding precisely because he knew he wasn't strong enough? There were too many people who wanted to chop Ling Yuxiang up, but look at him now, he's still living a comfortable life.

Before anyone could think about who Ling Yuxiang was, the sounds of fighting came from afar. Qin Han's group turned pale, and fear began to spread. A soldier carrying a torch quickly passed through the towering gate and knelt down on one knee, saying nervously.

"Report! Your Majesty, an elite force has suddenly appeared from the rear. They have bypassed our main force without our knowledge and have sealed off the gates of the imperial city, cutting off our support!"

The soldier had barely finished speaking when another shout rang out. The soldier rushing towards them trembled, as if he had seen something terrifying. Before he could even kneel, he cried out, "Report! Your Majesty, that force is incredibly fierce, numbering around a thousand. They've pressed in directly, and our soldiers are offering no resistance..."

Before he could finish speaking, a soldier covered in blood rushed in, shouting as he ran.

"Reporting to the King of Qin, those people have driven our forces into a series of defeats and are about to reach this place!"

The sounds of fighting drew closer. Qin Yue's troops outnumbered the enemy by more than two times, yet these imperial guards were unable to put up any resistance and could not stop the enemy from advancing step by step.

Even Qingli was shocked. No wonder Feng Xinglie had always seemed so relaxed, willing to drag Qin Han out in a game of procrastination. Even his attention had been unconsciously drawn to her. It turned out they had planned this all along. Ling Yuxiang must have slipped away during the previous chaos. It was all a scheme. Qin Han had set her up, but she had turned the tables on him. This scheme within a scheme was flawless. Even he could only admire the two of them for their skill.

It goes without saying which force of a thousand men that was. Apart from Ling Yuxiang's Flying Feather Cavalry, is there any other army in the world with such terrifying combat power? Although the Flame Cavalry is powerful, its numbers are not large. If it comes to encircling and capturing people, it is naturally no match for Ling Yuxiang's Flying Feather Cavalry.

As for how Fei Yu was able to contact Ling Yu Xiang, even Qing Li didn't know, which only further illustrates that Ling Yu Xiang's strength was unfathomable.

Qin Han suddenly realized what was happening, and overwhelmed by anger, her vision went black. She collapsed to the ground, spitting blood, and gave a bitter laugh: "Xing Lie! Is this your answer to me? You're just going to protect him like this, handing over the world you hold in your hands to him?" He had done so much for her, why was she so indifferent! Why was she just looking at him so coldly? He wanted to give her everything he had, why couldn't she even look at him anymore!

"You're wrong. What I wanted was never the world!"

The screams of soldiers outside the door rang out, but Qin Han seemed to hear nothing. However, he heard this cold and clear voice clearly. Qin Ruhai and his brother anxiously supported his swaying body. He glared angrily at the man who had ordered the fighting to stop.

Clad in fiery red, he exuded a passionate and unrestrained spirit; his white horse and silver armor gleamed brilliantly against the gray backdrop of near dawn. Bloodstains stained his silver spear, a testament to the fierce battle he had just fought. His narrow, phoenix-like eyes flashed with a mocking pitifulness. This man had stolen his beloved! He had taken away his power! He had disrupted and shattered his plans; his so-called schemes were nothing more than a joke in their eyes!

Ling Yuxiang stopped his horse, dismounted, and walked forward in the eyes of the crowd. He reached the person Qin Han could not cross. The person walked to the side of the stunning woman in red, stretched out his long arm, and wrapped her in his fiery red robe, giving her the most intense warmth and passion without reservation.

Feng Xinglie watched him approach, watched him open that familiar embrace, felt his strong arms melt her heart, and finally a happy smile appeared on her face. She closed her eyes slightly, languid like a cat, letting him hold her.

There's nothing to hide, nothing to be afraid of. Who are they afraid of? Let the rumors, good or bad, be what they want! He just wants to be with her! They want to be open and honest!

"I'm sorry I'm late," Ling Yuxiang said softly, glancing at the angry-looking man before speaking sharply.

"It wasn't until I saw you that I realized your defeat wasn't about how much you understood Lie, but about how much you cared about your own ambition! What I ever wanted was not this world. Like Lie, I only wished for peace and tranquility for all people, and for the people to be free from worries. There was never any scheming between us like you do, and yet you still tried to sow discord between us in the end? Qin Han, do you know that what Lie can't tolerate the most is not your lack of contribution, but that you give while using those contributions to scheme against her!"

Feng Xinglie looked up at him with surprise, only to see him gazing at her with affection in his eyes. This feeling of soul connection was thrilling. This man always seemed to know what she was thinking.

Indeed, Qin Han's every word was deeply emotional, yet each carried a hidden meaning, capable of sparking the imagination. If Feng Xinglie's resolve was weak, he could easily be misled and fail to see Qin Han's true intentions. In truth, Qin Han always maximized his own room for maneuver; everything was subject to change, every move was calculated, his sincerity genuine, his schemes even more so. His ambition was the most crucial element. What could Feng Xinglie possibly say about Qin Han?

The Flying Feather Cavalry slowly spread out and surrounded the entire area. Seeing that there were very few Imperial Guards around, Qin Han suddenly let out a ghostly laugh: "So what if you capture me? I gave the order long ago. Without my personal command, the 30,000 troops of the Western Qin army would have stormed into the palace. I am already ill and do not care about my life, but you will all be buried with me!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically; they feared that this man had gone mad! Distant water cannot quench a nearby fire; even if the Fierce Army and the Green Army made a move, no matter how powerful they were, they probably wouldn't be able to arrive in time!

Stepping out of Ling Yuxiang's embrace, Feng Xinglie smiled arrogantly at him: "You don't need to threaten us. First, you're still reluctant to give up the throne of King Qin and won't do this. Second, I won't let you do it either!"

As she spoke, she raised her sleeve again, and a bright red light shot into the sky, just like the previous miracle, only this time it was fiery red.

"What exactly is that?" The fiery red soap in the sky once again brought endless shock. Qin Han stared at her confident face and suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

"Boom! Boom!" A series of loud noises seemed to shake the earth!

Although it was the early morning, the brilliant flames that erupted in the scorching darkness were clearly visible, and the deafening sound clearly reached everyone's ears. The collapse of the wall made a huge groan, and the thick smoke and dust were unbearable. When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone stared in disbelief at the devastation.

"My God... how... how did they do that?!"

"What on earth is that? How can it have such power?"

"If this were taken to the battlefield..."

Whispers arose around them, but most eyes were fixed on the woman standing proudly. No one doubted that only she could have achieved such a remarkable feat!

There were about ten plumes of black smoke rising from the palace, indicating that this was not the only place that had been damaged. Qin Yue was heartbroken to see the glazed tiles turned into ruins, and stared wide-eyed as she said, "My palace... it's probably destroyed like this..."

Lian Ji's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, yet she still managed to glance at him indifferently: "If you don't intend to be the Prince of Yue anymore, what's the point of having this palace!"

"Lian... Lian Ji, don't be angry, I was just sighing..." Poor Qin Yue explained in a flustered manner, seemingly showing a tendency to become a henpecked husband.

"Listen, if I so desire, I can raze the entire city of Han to the ground in an instant. Qin Han, your army has already entered the city. Once I release my third signal firework, no matter how many troops you have, I can make sure you can't leave this city! You can judge the power of the gunpowder yourself. If you don't mind, you can also test whether I'm just spouting nonsense." Feng Xinglie originally didn't want to use gunpowder, but considering the lack of manpower, she still set up this trap. The secret agents sent out by Ling Yuxiang were stationed in the shadows within the city. As soon as her signal firework arrived, they would ignite the gunpowder that had been laid in various places. It might not be possible to blow up the entire city, but it would definitely kill all the troops that entered the city.

"Are you crazy! Do you know how many people live in Hancheng?!" Qin Han finally regained some of his senses and hurriedly scolded him.

"If you don't even consider them your people, why should I cherish their lives?" Feng Xinglie said indifferently. Those people were innocent, but compared to the chaos that engulfed the world and plunged it into hell, she would rather blow up Hancheng.

Ling Yuxiang put his arm around her seemingly frail shoulder, gave her a comforting smile, and said loudly, "Once the Hancheng army is destroyed, the Qing army at the Qingli border can enter at any time, and the Lie army has also been mobilized. When your army reaches this place, they will attack from the rear. I don't believe that without command, the Qin army can fight against these two groups of troops. If you are stubborn and do not see the light, the entire Qin Kingdom will perish in your single thought!"

He wasn't just boasting; without a ruler, the Qin state would certainly descend into chaos, and would inevitably become a target for other states to carve up.

Feng Xinglie remained calm and continued, "You can never be resolute, nor do you have the right to be willful. You have already made your decision in your heart, so why bother putting on an act?"

No matter how unwilling he was, Qin Han had already calmed down. He was not a person who put emotions first. Just as Feng Xinglie said, no matter how crazy or painful he was, he would never choose to perish together with the enemy.

The two red figures, seemingly about to merge, were reflected in his pale pupils. The rising sun burst forth with boundless brilliance in an instant. As the first rays of sunlight arrived in the morning, Qin Han felt a chill seep into his bones.

All her efforts were in vain; a missed opportunity can last a lifetime, and she would never return to his side.

He slowly lowered his hand, closed his eyes, and turned around.

"I lost..."

Homeland of Qin, Chapter Sixty-Five: Undercurrents

The sorrow and grief contained in that sentence were not unseen by Feng Xinglie. In fact, he understood that Qin Han was also heartbroken by her death, regretted his actions, and wanted to treat her sincerely. The dagger he always carried and his sickly body were both conveying this message to her immediately.

A broken mirror cannot be mended; fate did not give him a second chance, allowing Feng Xinglie to meet Ling Yuxiang. Moreover, Feng Xinglie would not trade his dignity, freedom, or beliefs for anything.

But as night fell, she paced back and forth, circling the sycamore tree beside her hundreds of times, seemingly restless and uneasy for some unknown reason.

Feng Xinglie slapped his head hard, feeling frustrated that he, who was usually so decisive, was now so uneasy.

"Which idiot set my Lie on fire? Let me smell it, tsk tsk! This smell is really pungent, Jian is really going to roast me alive!" A familiar, agile figure cast a long shadow under the moonlight, swaying as he came over. His strong arm wrapped around Feng Xinglie, and he buried his face in her neck, greedily inhaling her fragrance. Her fiery red clothes were like a burning flame, making the person who was 'accidentally' hugged blush bright red.

"You jerk! Let go! Now! Immediately!" Feng Xinglie's neck felt itchy and hot, and her heart immediately raced. This guy doesn't even know when to act! Doesn't he know she's in a terrible mood right now?!

"Lie, I haven't seen you for several hours. How can you bear to abandon me and leave me standing here alone to suffer the cold?" He looked at her with tears in his eyes, feeling extremely wronged. His handsome and dashing appearance in public had vanished without a trace. He was no longer the God of War of Daling. If anyone saw him like this, they would probably be so frightened that their eyes would fall to the ground.

It wasn't that Ling Yuxiang didn't care about his reputation; it was just that, despite not having known each other for very long, he already knew Feng Xinglie's personality inside and out. When she was angry, she was prone to getting punched, and this trick of feigning pitifulness and acting like a rogue was always effective.

Sure enough, although Feng Xinglie rolled his eyes, he didn't push him away. He let him hug and cling to him affectionately, letting out a helpless sigh to vent his anger.

"Lie, I miss you so much, I'm going crazy with longing for you!"

His voice was soft and gentle as he lingered on her, taking advantage of her by showering her with kisses and breaths.

Well, at this point, you should use a gentle approach, using sweet words to win the heart of the beauty. If things are going well, you can even sneak a kiss and take advantage of her. If things are going badly, you can retreat quickly without leaving a trace.

Ling Yuxiang truly deserves to be called a war god; his tactical prowess is outrageous.

Unfortunately, although his strategy was brilliant, he encountered the equally intelligent and resourceful war god Feng Xinglie. Although his kiss made her heart race, she had already made a decisive judgment rationally that she was at a disadvantage!

When will it be his turn to attack?

While he was engrossed in stealing the fragrance, Feng Xinglie suddenly grabbed his hand, gently pulled him around, and turned him to face him. He wickedly curled a smug smile, quickly pounced on him, and used his weight to press down hard!

"Ouch!" Ling Yuxiang's back slammed against the century-old sycamore tree behind him. The slight pain made him protest with a soft cry, but before the sound could even leave his mouth, the dark figure that had rushed towards him had already grabbed his wrist and pinned him to the tree. The slightly slender body pressed down on his chest, the other hand hooking tightly around his neck, and soft lips slammed down hard, silencing his voice. Sweet dew, with its intoxicating fragrance, slid into his mouth. Hmm... Although the process was a bit strange, and although the impact was indeed a bit painful, it was all for the same purpose.

What a bold woman!

Ling Yuxiang knew she always liked to take the initiative, and in his confusion, he was still somewhat amused and exasperated. Who taught her to be so passionate and seductive with such a deep kiss? Could it be that she had someone practice with her?

Upon thinking of this, Ling Yuxiang's narrow phoenix eyes instantly narrowed, a powerful surge of jealousy seeping straight to his lungs, his internal organs burning with an intense, fiery heat. With a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, he flipped one hand and grabbed her slender arm, his other hand not idle either, swiftly wrapping around her long, ink-black hair, tightening his grip without allowing any resistance!

"Eek!" The person who was feeling smug noticed his movement and tried to push him away in a panic, but the powerful force on her lower back lifted her very light body into the air. One of her hands was grabbed by him and she couldn't move, while the other hand reflexively gripped his shoulder to prevent herself from falling. In a moment of stagnation, he succeeded and covered her lips with a passionate, almost obsessive kiss. The wonderful taste made her give up struggling in an instant.

Forget it, it's a draw again, let's not bother with him anymore!

Feng Xinglie comfortably squinted his eyes, entwining himself around his relatively robust body, enjoying the intense masculine sensation brought by the licking and sucking.

The chaotic breaths continued to rise until they could hardly breathe. Only then did the two reluctantly part, their eyes misty. A silver thread, clearly visible under the moonlight, revealed a strong sense of desire, giving the impression of lingering attachment.

"Xing Lie!" Xi Suifeng's melodious voice drifted from afar, waking the two who had lost track of where they were.

Feng Xinglie snapped out of his daze, awkwardly wiping away the suspicious liquid remaining at the corner of his mouth. Like a little woman, he punched someone lightly, then buried his face in his chest, as if he wanted to crawl inside him.

How embarrassing! I was kissed so many times by him that I couldn't find my way home. It's so incredibly shameful!

When Xi Feng entered the courtyard, he saw this scene: his most respected Xing Lie was desperately digging holes in the handsome man who was holding her, while Ling Yuxiang had a satisfied expression and was smiling foolishly, obviously enjoying the benefits and acting cute.

"Ahem..." Xi Suifeng blushed and lowered his head. Although their relationship was already an open secret, he, as Feng Xinglie's admirer, was still a little embarrassed to have witnessed them being intimate.

Ling Yuxiang finally straightened his expression, picked up Feng Xinglie, and walked to sit down on a stone bench to the side, then called to Xi Suifeng.

"Brother Xi, have you found any clues about the poison that Qin Han was poisoned with?"

Feng Xinglie, who was in a state of embarrassment, looked at Ling Yuxiang with shock upon hearing this. He tightened his grip on Ling Yuxiang's clothes, and when he saw Ling Yuxiang's handsome eyes looking at him with comforting tenderness, he felt a surge of ease and joy. He couldn't help but lean against Ling Yuxiang's chest and smiled sweetly.

"You're like a mind reader! You know everything!"

Ling Yuxiang glared at him smugly: "Of course, otherwise, how could I get into your heart?"

"Cough cough..." Xi Suifeng coughed at the sky with a shameless face on the other side. If you want to say sweet words, don't do it in front of me! Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?

Seeing Ling Yuxiang's embarrassed expression, Feng Xinglie nestled in his arms and chuckled secretly, prompting him to glare at her repeatedly. "You still have the nerve to laugh? Who's been causing all this trouble by flirting with other women all day? This guy in front of me is one of the ones you've corrupted!"

"Suifeng, has Youlan found out anything? What kind of poison is Qin Han poisoned with? Is there any way to cure it?" Since she was so concerned, Feng Xinglie didn't hide anything. Although she wouldn't go back to Qin Han's side, he had done a lot for her after all. She could always see through other people's true feelings. It was one thing that she wouldn't compromise on his conditions, but leaving him hanging there half-dead would really make her anxious.

The Qin state cannot be without a ruler. Judging from the situation, Qin Yue has already given up everything for Lian Ji and is willing to return to Feng City with them. If Qin Hanruo really dies, a lot of trouble will inevitably be dragged into Feng Xinglie's hands.

Although this world is male-dominated, there have been empresses before. With the prestige of the Great Qin Feng King, if Qin Han has no children and Qin Yue refuses to succeed her, then she can forget about escaping! Qin Han has probably already made up her mind. She has also calculated that Feng Xinglie will not let the people of Great Qin suffer. Whether he is considering the people or trying to separate her from Ling Yuxiang, if he cannot save his life, then this drama of being forced to wear the yellow robe will inevitably fall on Feng Xinglie's head.

The situation between her and Ling Yuxiang will become very complicated, and the problems and difficulties they will face will not be resolved by mere arrogant pronouncements as they are now. Although they believe that all races in this world are yellow-skinned and black-eyed, and that nationality and name are unimportant, this little scheme only works between the two of them. The feudal-minded people around them will never accept such shocking ideas.

It's one thing if they weren't rulers, and opinions on them differ; after all, they were two exceptionally talented individuals. If their stories were told well, they could become legends, and given their current circumstances, the possibility of them becoming legends far outweighs any potential for widespread infamy. However, if either of them became rulers, and everyone from courtiers to commoners believed that a foreign war god could bring good fortune to their country, who would know if they were traitors? While rulers wield considerable power, for the sake of national stability and the happiness of their people, they cannot allow personal gain to threaten the stability of the court.

Furthermore, if things really come to that, the Qing Kingdom will inevitably be thrown into chaos. The balance of power between the three kingdoms will be broken by two powerful nations joining forces against one, and it would be strange if there were no war.

In fact, if it weren't for the issue of maintaining the balance of power among the three kingdoms, and given that Feng Xinglie is not a soft-hearted person, he could have been ruthless enough to simply kill Qin Han to eliminate any future troubles.

Regardless of his feelings for her, Qin Han living in Ju is definitely a menace! His hatred for Ling Yuxiang forces them to be wary of his hidden schemes. What if they were caught off guard and their plans backfire? Would they then regret letting such a formidable enemy go unchecked because of friendship? Ling Yuxiang and his companion are no saints. Having fought countless battles over the years, when ruthlessness is necessary, who hesitates? As the saying goes, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself—a statement no one can refute!

Fortunately, Qin Han is a smart man who values imperial power. His bottom line is to ensure the unification of Qin and his secure position as emperor. As long as he is alive, this far outweighs other emotions. His ability to abandon his feelings for Feng Xinglie shows that he will not act on emotion. This also gives Feng Xinglie and Ling Yuxiang a way to restrain him.

Therefore, from a public, rational, and emotional standpoint, Qin Han could not simply die. He himself was naturally unwilling to accept this, which is why, when he went to 'rest,' he 'accidentally' revealed to Feng Xinglie that he had been poisoned. Partly, he wanted to explain something; partly, he wanted Feng Xinglie to prepare for being forced to assume the throne; and partly, he didn't rule out asking her to find a way to cure the poison, since his survival was good for Qin and for them all. Qin Han was destined for the throne, and his actions were entirely reasonable. In truth, Feng Xinglie couldn't blame him and could only feel helpless.

With the Dark Moon Sect's capabilities, it shouldn't be difficult to find clues about the poison Qin Han was poisoned, but the information Xi Suifeng got from You Lan was vague.

"It's confirmed that Qin Han was poisoned by the Green Gu, but the Dark Moon Sect has searched through all the data and still can't find the origin or mechanism of the poison, let alone how to cure it."

"The poison of the Green Gu?" Feng Xinglie frowned, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"How much longer can Qin Han hold on?" Ling Yuxiang asked, seeing that Qin Han seemed to be thinking. Not wanting to disturb her, he adjusted the position of his arms to make her more comfortable.