After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 1223 - 588 Emperor Yin Truly seeking death 1 more_2

Chapter 1223: 588 Emperor Yin! Truly seeking death [1 more]_2

Chapter 1223: 588 Emperor Yin! Truly seeking death [1 more]_2

Suddenly, his expression changed, “Not good, the dragon vein is acting up!”

Ji Xingzhi heard it and jumped down from the eaves, his expression equally grave, “Which mountain?”

He had also just learned something from Old Master Ji.

In the Eastern Mulberry region where the Ji families resided, the dragon vein of Fusang Mountain had once suffered serious damage.

This incident occurred after Emperor Yin and several powerful figures from the three aristocratic families and four major alliances had passed away.

The dragon vein was completely severed, and parts of it were even excavated and taken away.

It was only through the combined efforts of the Old Master Ji and several elders that the broken dragon vein was patched up.

But it was not a permanent solution.

Even more lamentable was that this Old Master Ji and the elders exhausted their life force and energy in the process and died.

The Ji families remained hidden in the Eastern Mulberry region without making public appearances, partly because they had to continuously repair the dragon vein.

“Changping Mountain in the West Region,” Old Master Ji’s voice was tense, “You quickly go and find Senior Yu Wu, I will head to Changping Mountain immediately!”

Ji Xingzhi naturally understood the gravity of the situation and responded immediately, “No problem.”

**

At this time, Si Fuqing was in the palace.

Inside Purple Chamber Hall, the young emperor had convened several military officials and was planning the next phase of the West Region’s military operations.

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Si Fuqing stood to one side, listening intently.

Indeed, Emperor Yin deserved to be called the incarnate of the Purple Star, an exceptional War God.

She had also learned a lot of tactics from him, which although unnecessary now, signified that she really had been to this era, working alongside her destined idol.

“Tonight we’ll go this way, and then—,” his speech paused, and he suddenly coughed up blood uncontrollably.

Bright red drops splattered across the map, a sight that shocked the eye.

The military officials were thrown into a panic.

“Your Majesty!”

“Where is the Miracle Doctor Alliance? Hold on, Your Majesty!”

Si Fuqing’s expression changed, and she, too, remembered something extremely important.

The historical records noted,

In the year 684 of the Xia calendar, June, Emperor Yin coughed up blood for the first time.

In the year 684 of the Xia calendar, December, Emperor Yin passed away.

There were only six months in between.

There was only so little time left.

From then on, the five states of Great Xia would forever lose this young emperor.

But afterwards, because the invaders were expelled from the five states of Great Xia and Emperor Yin personally led the army to the Western Continent Dukedom to demonstrate power, the Great Xia Dynasty finally entered a golden age.

Festivities filled the streets, showing prosperity, but behind it were countless loyal bones.

“It’s nothing.” His brows and eyes calm, he lifted his hand to stop the frantic officials, his demeanor showing no sign of disturbation “Continue.”

Si Fuqing clenched her fists, also recalling the records stating that Emperor Yin had succumbed to a lingering illness.

She supported him and spoke softly, “Your Majesty, you should rest for a bit first.”

History could not be changed.

If it were the modern day, such lung disease would be trivial for her to handle, but she could not save him.

“I am not tired,” he shook his head, his voice indifferent, “The situation in the West Region is critical; we must crush them in one fell swoop.”

Members of the Miracle Doctor Alliance came and went.

The officials were beside themselves with worry.

Yet Emperor Yin remained composed amidst the danger, issuing commands and delegating tasks.

Si Fuqing stood in a daze, experiencing again the feeling of Ye Wanlan dying before her eyes, her heart tormented as if by ants.

At that moment, he suddenly spoke to her, his gaze steady, “Wu Yi, I entrust this city to you.”

Si Fuqing looked up, meeting his gaze, and finally answered with one word, “Okay.”

It was like the promise she made to him when she first met him at the age of nine, and again when she saw him ascend the throne at fourteen.

To accompany you, until the end of the journey.

**

The night was still dark when Si Fuqing opened the gaming pod.

She exhaled slowly, her forehead covered in sweat.

Her emotions were unstable just now, forcing her to disconnect the neural link immediately.

Si Fuqing climbed out of the gaming pod and went downstairs to pour herself a glass of sparkling water in the kitchen.

After sipping it, she managed to calm her emotions.

A voice began to rise slowly behind her.

“The seasons are changing, and the night dew is heavy. Don’t wander barefoot.”

“Brother Nine?”

Si Fuqing turned around.

Moonlight shone through the window, casting a silvery glow on the man’s features.

In a moment of daze, she felt as if she were still in the game.

Such eyes were familiar to her.

Yu Xiheng took a couple of steps forward, “Had a nightmare?”

Si Fuqing leaned on the railing in front of the windowsill, gazing out, “I dreamt, but it wasn’t a nightmare. I dreamt of Jiang Zhaoyue.”

Yu Xiheng’s Phoenix Eyes twitched slightly, “Hmm?”

“I talked with her for a long time,” Si Fuqing’s voice lowered, and two words danced on her lips for a while before she finally uttered them, “I also dreamt of Emperor Yin.”

Yu Xiheng’s eyes narrowed into a smile, “Dreaming of your ultimate idol only now?”

“Because it is my ultimate idol, it’s different,” Si Fuqing stretched lazily, “I want to take a trip to Changping Mountain. Are you coming, Brother Nine? I can’t sleep, and I want to leave right now.”

Yu Xiheng’s gaze became even more intense, “Why the sudden desire to visit Changping Mountain?”

The terrain of the West Region was complex, with Changping Mountain acting as a natural fortress.

Changping Mountain was not only the locus of the Great Xia Empire’s luck but also an indispensable protector of the safety of the residents of the West Region.

“It’s the location of the dragon vein, of course, there must be something different about it,” Si Fuqing said indolently, “Emperor Yin fought battles there; I want to see.”

Yu Xiheng didn’t ask further, “Okay, let’s go.”

Perhaps he hadn’t visited in a long time.

Si Fuqing’s eyes brightened, and she promptly went to change clothes.

As she was about to open the door, there was a knock at the exact same moment.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Big brother, something’s happened!” Ji Xingzhi was very anxious, “I just tried calling your phone, but it didn’t get through, and I hurried over. My grandad said there’s something wrong with Changping Mountain’s dragon vein and asked me to find you to take a trip there.”

Si Fuqing’s gaze shifted abruptly.

She knew Changping Mountain held the dragon vein.

But she had also just learned that it was the resting place after Jiang Zhaoyue’s death.

Just courting death!