Chapter 57 - How Much I Mean to You (II)
Chapter 57: How Much I Mean to You (II)
Translator: Peggyan
From generation to generation, the s.h.i.+ family was always loyal to the imperial family, so how could he ruin this tradition? No, he couldnât be the sinner to his family.
However, the lanterns by the riverside were like still in front of him.
He still remembered the âmonogamyâ said by Long.
How could Long like someone else so soon?
Was it only because he came to the battlefront? Battlefront? Hahaha, it was so absurd!
Long Xiaoyuan, Long Xiaoyuan, months ago, you didnât like me, and I held no expectations for you. Why not we keep that situation for good?
As the empress, I could accept your insults and ignorance.
But how come you came to mess with me?
Did my feelings only deserve you to trample?
At the moment, he was overwhelmed with hatred. He never considered himself a coward, so he wanted to kill Long.
However, how could he kill His Majesty? As a member of the s.h.i.+ family, his father would the first one to swing the sword at him if he tried to kill His Majesty!
Hence, he couldnât do that!
Since he couldnât kill His Majesty who didnât honor his promise, he would vent his anger on the battlefields.
Three days later, victorious news was pa.s.sed on repeatedly. Under the leaders.h.i.+p of s.h.i.+, the troops defeated the enemies in a row and took up three cities of the enemies.
Now, the enemies retreated to a city 250,000 meters away.
This news dropped a bomb among the ministers. Some ministers taking s.h.i.+ Qingshanâs side reported asking rewards for s.h.i.+ Qingshan.
This time, s.h.i.+ made his name known to the world.
Staring at the news on the table, Long felt very excited, let alone others.
s.h.i.+ Qingzhou! His empress was awesome!
Having read The Empressâs Way to the Throne, he knew that s.h.i.+ was powerful.
But, it never came to his mind that s.h.i.+ would be that powerful.
What s.h.i.+ showed was his military prowess, not his imperial talents.
Surprisingly, s.h.i.+ was a bada.s.s on the battlefields!
Did it mean that the protagonist was omnipotent?
Alas! Long sighed and found that he missed s.h.i.+ more.
He even wrote a letter to s.h.i.+.
âQingzhou, Iâm glad about reading the victorious news. My empress is awesome as I expected. Iâm very lonely at home and miss those days when we were together. When you come back, Iâll welcome you with my arms unfolded.â
After writing them down, he seemed to pacify his exciting heart.
Taking a deep breath, he sealed the envelope and ordered it to be deliveredâ¦
The delivery man was a Shadow Guardian he trusted most.
However, what he didnât know was that the Shadow Guardian was unlucky.
The Shadow Guardian didnât run into bandits on his way, but there was something wrong with his horse.
He rode an excellent horse and planned to send the letter to the border at top speed.
However, when the horse leaped over a small muddy pit on the third day, it suddenly fell off.
Although he quickly responded to this sudden accident at the critical juncture, he had a bad fall, dropping the letter.
The envelope got wet, so did the content it containedâ¦
He turned dumbfounded, gnashed his teeth, and then opened the envelope, finding the letter unreadable.
His Majesty hadnât told him what was written in the letter. The unreadable letter turned useless even if it was sent to the border.
He couldnât do anything but return with an awareness that he would be executed.
Having made such a huge mistake, he didnât think that he would be alive.
To his surprise, His Majesty asked him to receive his punishment but didnât issue an executive order!
When the Shadow Guardian left, Long smiled bitterly with the unreadable letter in his hand.
âIs it fate? Iâve compromised first and written this letterâ¦Due to such a ridiculous accidence, it wasnât sent to youâ¦Qingzhou, is it destiny?â
He wrote the letter on the spur of the moment on that dayâ¦but now, he felt very helpless but didnât get the impulse to re-write the letterâ¦
He sighed in the end.
âForget it! We have won again, so I believe youâll come back within a month. Itâs no big deal I wait for you for one more month. Qingzhou, will you write to me? Will you?â
In the final a.n.a.lysis, he felt unwilling.
Why did s.h.i.+ not write to him first?
s.h.i.+ had left for such a long time but hadnât written to himâ¦Was s.h.i.+ so indifferent?
s.h.i.+ Qingzhou, what was the most important thing in your heart?
Right, it might be the battlefields. How about me? How much did I mean to you?
He couldnât help clenching his fists at the thought of this.
His unwilling and gloomy feeling took the upper hand, so he didnât re-write to s.h.i.+ in the end.
At the border now-
Having fought against the enemies, s.h.i.+ let some of his b.l.o.o.d.y killing intent off.
Now, he turned calmer and more peaceful but scarier.
All the soldiers and generals in the troops learned that s.h.i.+ Qingzhou, the empress and the young General s.h.i.+, was a strict leader and disliked his men making mistakes. Once they made mistakes, the punishment was severe.
Besides, he remained strict all day along, and no one saw a smile on his face.
No one saw him smile and even sensed the joyful breath from him no matter they defeated the enemies, disposed of the prisoners or they took over the cities of the enemies.
Therefore, all the soldiers and generals were scared and in awe of him.
Ying Qiu didnât pa.s.s the intelligence along again, but he didnât expect it, either.
After all those days, he appeared to only care about how to kill the enemies as many as he could. After killing so many enemies, he at least found himself more peaceful.
However, it was on the surface.
Late at night, he couldnât sleep and dazedly kept staring at something.
He didnât want to think of Long, but what Long said to him and did for him popped upon his mind, even blurring the harms Long did to him.
Among those, the clearest words were that Ying Qiu said His Majesty had s.e.x with Master Xu.
Those words repeatedly lingered on in his mind, keeping him awake. In the end, he had to hit the sleeping acupoint to put himself into sleep.
He sometimes couldnât help thinking of his position in Longâs heart.
Why could a man eat his word so quick?
Was love so cheap?
Each time he thought of this, he found that his killing intent became thicker and thickerâ¦
His impulse to kill Long rise slowlyâ¦
