Ye Siheng and his soldiers fought bravely, gradually driving out the army of Qi country from the borders of Mu country after three years of relentless battles.
They then spent another two years rebuilding the northern defense line.
Everything Ye Siheng possesses today is the result of his own near-death experiences on the battlefield.
Even Emperor Muwu has shown him great indulgence.
However, Emperor Muwu’s heart beca cold halfway, and he asked Nanli, "Can the refinent of resentnt truly kill so many soldiers overnight?"
"If the grudge is strong enough, it is entirely possible," Nanli nodded.
Emperor Muwu felt imnse pain and anger as he glared at Princess Hui Ping, "You, who have caused so much harm and nearly brought ruin to our kingdom, do you feel any remorse?"
That sorcerer must be from the Qi Country!
Princess Hui Ping ignored Emperor Muwu.
She lifted her head and stared hatefully at Nanli, gritting her teeth, "You, with your limited abilities, dare to oppose Master Ni? Just wait for him to avenge ..."
After speaking, she resolutely pierced her own throat with a hairpin, blood splattering on the ground.
She wanted to cross the Naihe Bridge and be reincarnated together with her son.
Nanli blinked and, before she took her last breath, said, "You have caused harm to so many people that you won’t be able to be reincarnated. You will have to suffer in the hell for decades to atone for your sins."
Princess Huiping’s eyes widened, her throat making strange sounds, but she ultimately couldn’t speak anymore, quickly losing her life.
Emperor Muwu didn’t know how to feel when he saw his own sister die.
She was originally the princess and should have received a grand burial, but she had committed too many sins and nearly brought destruction to the state.
Emperor Muwu ultimately decided to have her body hastily collected and buried in a chaotic burial mound, without any offerings or mourning.
As for that sorcerer nad Ni Kun, he also ordered for him to be captured.
Exhausted, Emperor Muwu returned to the palace, leaving the matters of the princess’s residence to others.
Ye Siheng was also about to return to his residence, but Nanli caught up to the side of his carriage and asked, "Prince, has Physician Shen co to administer acupuncture for you?"
The curtain of the carriage window was lifted.
Ye Sieng’s handso face was filled with coldness, and he appeared as lofty as the bright moon above.
"Chu Nanli," he called her full na for the first ti, "what exactly do you an?"
Nanli blinked, sowhat confused, "I was just afraid that your legs would be in unbearable pain. I didn’t an anything else. Prince, please rest assured, Physician Shen is trustworthy."
Ye Sieng endured his temper, "If Xie Beihan injured his leg, would you also administer acupuncture for him and help him find a physician?"
"Yes," Nanli answered without hesitation.
But she would charge a fee.
Ye Siheng’s expression grew even colder.
It turns out that in her eyes, everyone is the sa. "I am well, thank you for your concern," he let down the curtain, "return to the residence."
Nanli could only step back a few steps.
Qing Feng looked at her with a touch of lancholy, "Miss, does your cultivation of Dao arts an you have eradicated all emotions?"
Little did he know that Nanli actually nodded, "Yes, I originally cultivated the Dao of Emotionlessness."
She thought that the Dao of Emotionlessness ant being devoid of emotions and love, but after coming to this world, she quickly realized that the Dao of Emotionlessness was not like that.
To harbor concern for the people, to protect them, to possess boundless love, and to remain true to oneself, that is the true Dao of Emotionlessness.
In any case, it doesn’t matter what one cultivates in the Xuan n sect, as long as they don’t lose their true nature.
Qing Feng’s mouth twitched.
It turns out Miss Chu is an iron tree, no wonder she won’t bloom.
He sighed, "In that case, Miss, please refrain from caring too much about my lord in the future."
Nanli was puzzled, "Why? Aren’t we friends? Friends take care of each other."
Ye Siheng has helped her many tis, and she has done her best to help him.
Friends don’t talk about money, she has never asked him for any silver.
Qing Feng shouted vexedly, "Our Prince doesn’t lack friends, what he lacks is a princess."
Nanli pursed her lips, feeling a slight tightness in her chest.
She lowered her gaze, pondered for a mont, and then spoke, "I understand now. I shall avoid suspicion in the future. However, if the Lord has urgent matters, I am still more than willing to assist."
"... " Qing Feng felt like a chicken while Miss Chu was a duck; the two of them simply couldn’t communicate.
After Chu Hanlin and his daughter returned to the Anyang Marquis Mansion, Nanli imdiately went to Chu Shuo’s courtyard and released the souls from the Soul-Locking Pouch.
With her hands forming seals, she guided a few strands of souls back into Chu Shuo’s body.
After a mont, Chu Shuo slowly opened his eyes. He noticed another symbol on his forehead and was montarily stunned.
Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed and called out his na.
Chu Shuo propped himself up, feeling as if his body had been crushed, as if it had fallen apart.
He grimaced and said, "Who beat up? Big brother, Aunt, don’t you need the bridal chamber?"
How did he end up in his room, squeezed together with them?
His mory was still stuck on the night of Chu Ye’s wedding.
Aunt Qian wept, intermittently recounting what had happened to him.
Chu Hanlin also said, "Thanks to your sixth sister, otherwise you would have truly beco a fool."
"I should thank Father," Nanli said. "Father faced the framing and slander from the eldest Princess, yet he never gave up. That’s why I dared to challenge her."
Chu Shuo hadn’t expected to take another trip to the gates of hell. He patted his chest with lingering fear and dared not remove the Soul-Binding talisman from his forehead.
"I haven’t beco a fool. Everyone deserves credit. Tomorrow, I’ll have the tailor make new clothes and jewelry for everyone. Money is not an issue; it’s important that my sixth sister can be more beautiful in this way."
The Old Madam smiled and said, "Don’t spend too much. The ones made for you before haven’t even been worn by everyone yet. It’s getting late; everyone should rest and gather again tomorrow."
As soon as the Old Madam spoke, everyone dispersed.
Nanli still had to draw a calming talisman for Chu Shuo.
Only the two of them remained in the room, and she took the opportunity to explain the whole story in detail.
Chu Shuo shivered, "Fortunately, Mother and Aunt have always been good to . Although they urged to study and practice martial arts, they never forced ."
Unfortunately, his mind was not focused on this; he only thought about doing business and making money.
Many parents wanted their sons to achieve fa, but fortunately, his parents had never forced him.
Over the years, the Chu family had been harmonious, without any conflicts.
Lost in his thoughts, Chu Shuo muttered, "Could it be that I’m experiencing the Year of the Zodiac? No, no, I have to go to the Wanfo Temple to pray to the gods and Buddha, to ensure my future safety and smoothness."
"Second Brother, your forehead is broad and bright, your mouth is perfectly proportioned, and your ears are thick and drooping. Your nose is high and well-fleshed. These are all signs of accumulating wealth. The first major calamity of your life has already passed, so minor difficulties and obstacles in the future will not be a problem," Nanli said.
Chu Shuo felt relieved and his eyes lit up as he raised the corners of his mouth. "That’s good. I’m not afraid of not becoming an official; I’m afraid of not making money in business."
Nanli laughed along with him.
Chu Shuo thought of sothing and beckoned to Nanli, taking out a box from beside the pillow.
When he opened it, various pieces of jewelry were stored inside.
"Look! This is the dowry I’ve saved for you!" he happily exclaid.
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