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Chapter 132: Not Who He Had Wanted To Kill

Things had happened too fast, it took awhile for everyone to come back to their senses and realize that a high-ranking military officer of Great Yong had just been shot.

The North Mongolian Tartars started drumming their chest and cheering. Their moral increased greatly and they looked towards their second prince with wors.h.i.+pful gaze.

However, He Lianying's face was pale as he gripped the bow tightly and he trembled as he stared in disbelief. She clearly could have dodged. Based on her ability, there was no way she couldn't have dodged that arrow.

Moreover, she wasn't the person he had wanted to kill.

He Lianying lifted his hand and shouted, "Sound the drums for retreat."

This…

This was clearly the best chance to attack the city, why were they retreating?

"Third Prince, their morale has taken a hit so that already puts us halfway to success, why do we need to retreat?" A high-ranking Tartar asked He Lianying.

Slap!

He Lianying slapped that officer and snarled, "This prince said to retreat, so retreat!"

He Lianying turned his horse around. He took one last glance back at the place where Princess Jiahui usually stood. There was no longer anyone there, but for a brief instant, he seemed to see those cold indifferent eyes that were filled with disdain and cunning.

She probably wouldn't die that easily, right?

Duan Xinghui carried Princess Jiahui and ran to the tent of the military doctor, shouting, "Save her, please hurry and save her…"

Duan Xinghui paced anxiously as he waited outside the tent. His heart was filled with anxiety, fear, dread… and an intense feeling that he really didn't want her to die. When the thought that this woman who has always looked down on him might die, he felt so much pain it was like his heart was about to shatter.

When the arrowhead was pulled out, Princess Jiahui gave a m.u.f.fled groan and opened her eyes slightly. She saw that she was in a simple tent. How was she still alive?

She was still in a North Mongolian Tartar's tent.

A wave of pain swept over her and she fainted again.

Princess Jiahui was fine. Everyone in the military felt a surge of relief, especially Shen Feng. Although swords had no eyes on the battlefield, if the princess of a nation died, especially if it was the princess born of the same mother as the Emperor, the Emperor would not care about how much meritorious service he contributed.

Meanwhile, Princess Jiahui felt like she was dreaming. She couldn't tell if she had come to remember her past life after being shot, or if this current reality was a dream.

She looked at the women who were kneeling in front of her. Their expressions were solemn and all of their eyes were red.

She touched the whip at her waist, then smiled. No matter what, she was no longer in the tragic situation of the dream. She hadn't been humiliated and she was not living with ceaseless pain.

She hadn't disappointed Imperial Older Brother and was the most n.o.ble princess of Great Yong.

When she saw Duan Xinghui, she laughed. This man who she had loved so much in her dream was currently looking at her with concern.

So what if she was a woman? A woman was not necessarily any worse than a man. She was willing to never marry and fight for Imperial Older Brother for her entire life. No matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to the life of being shared and used by countless men and eating pig feed. That life was not the life of a human; it was without dignity, without purpose, there was nothing. She didn't even know what she lived for.

Even if it seemed like a dream, the dream felt inexplicable real.

"Princess, are you alright?" Princess Jiahui had been looking at Duan Xinghui with an unreadable and slightly strange gaze so he walked up and asked her this in concern.

Princess Jiahui was for a moment stunned. It felt like it had been a long time since she heard Duan Xinghui's voice.

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Chapter 133: Came to Attack Again

For the sake of confirming with his own eyes that Princess Jiahui was alright, not long later, He Lianying came to attack the city again. He gazed for a long while at Princess Jiahui who was standing on the wall as always.

Suddenly, he smiled. His smile was filled with joy and relief.

Princess Jiahui looked at He Lianying with surprise. This man, this demon-like man, can also smile this way? The twisted and cruel man she knew would never have smiled this way.

What was he smiling about? Could it be that he's gone crazy from disappointment upon finding out that she wasn't dead?

Princess Jiahui touched the whip at her waist and coldly commanded, "Release the arrows."

Duan Xinghui watched her. Princess Jiahui seemed even more dignified and n.o.ble now, and there was a slight feeling as if she had gone through a rebirth. She no longer gave off the cold indifference from before, but when she pursed her lips, she gave off more of a regal presence.

Her aura had changed again. Duan Xinghui felt completely muddled by Princess Jiahui's many changes. Before, Princess Jiahui would look at him with an icy cold gaze. She seemed capable of seeing through everything that was hidden in his heart and her gaze always contained scorn and ridicule.

The current Princess Jiahui had looked at him with a strange gaze that contained a bit of relief and gladness. Following that, she simply looked at him as if he was a stranger.

Duan Xinghui: …

His heart seemed to crack. As he gazed at Jiahui's back, he felt like he had lost something important forever. His heart felt uncomfortably empty.

This battle continued until the start of spring. When the snow started to melt, He Lianying led what was left of his troops back to the plains. Before he left, he looked back at Princess Jiahui one last time with a lingering gaze.

Princess Jiahui laughed scornfully. She was no longer that pitiful woman from her dream. She would forever be the most respected Princess Jiahui of Great Yong.

They returned to court in triumph. When Princess Jiahui saw Li Wen, she couldn't help but tear up. In this world, Imperial Older Brother was the only family she had left.

Li Wen actually gazed at Princess Jiahui with grat.i.tude. After quite a while, he asked, "You've changed again?"

"What?" Princess Jiahui was confused.

Li Wen gave the decree allowing Princess Jiahui to be buried in the imperial tomb after a hundred years and forever enjoy the wors.h.i.+p of the people. This was an extremely great honor. No princess in history had ever received such an honor.

Although the princess was the emperor's younger sister, she was still a woman, and once she got married she would belong to another family. The idea of giving a woman an honor like this was making all the ministers restless.

Li Wen didn't say anything and directly sent the ministers that opposed it the most to the border.

Those who enjoyed the luxurious life of the capital and kept making criticisms without ever contributing anything themselves were also sent to the border.

Following that, when it was time to evaluate military merit and bestow rewards, when it was Duan Xinghui's turn, Li Wen looked towards Princess Jiahui. Princess Jiahui said mildly, "Just bestow based on his achievements. Imperial Older Brother doesn't need to worry about this sister-subject."

When Duan Xinghui found out that he had been promoted to a formal second rank general, his feelings were very mixed. He looked towards Princess Jiahui who was sitting at the front of the large hall and his emotions became even more complicated.

Duan Xinghui practically moved at turtle speed as he headed back to his residence. He didn't feel any rush at all and his heart felt inexplicably heavy. He couldn't deny it any longer, he felt great regret.