Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 513 - 162: A Great Wind Blows from the West!!! (10,000-Word Mega Update, the Author is Exhausted)_5

In this era, if one does not cling to a major power, days of peace are almost unattainable, and everyone lives by the knife's edge. It is precisely because they had experienced the painful past that they so cherish the upcoming tranquility, fighting with all their strength to maintain it.

Tuoba Yue pursed her lips and softly said,

"I know."

"But, uncle, you must also understand that although Great Qin is in the Central Plains and far from our Charioteer lands, the present Emperor is a wise ruler of the world, and to the north, Northern Hun also has a formidable leader. A conflict between the two nations is inevitable; we may not be able to avoid it."

"However, Northern Hun is bleak and harsh, far less favorable than an alliance with Great Qin."

The middle-aged man looked steadily at the young girl before him and suddenly smiled,

"Is this your counsel to me?"

Thinking back to what she had said to this uncle before she went to study at Fufeng Academy, Tuoba Yue gently smiled and nodded,

"Yes, my first counsel."

"And the last."

Moments later, the middle-aged man strode out of the attic, pausing slightly at the bottom of the stairs, he turned to look back at the fiery-like attic, then turned around and walked away without any hesitation.

Today was the temporarily set time for the alliance between Charioteer and Northern Hun; he was about to head to the great hall.

Forced by the circumstances, he himself had no choice but to act in this way.

Great Qin and Northern Hun; one must choose a direction. The state is in chaos, and while Great Qin is distant, Northern Hun is near, having already sent a delegation.

He had no choice—it seemed there were many options, but the great currents of the world had already chosen for him. Regardless, he could only proceed this way.

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Tuoba Yue watched the middle-aged man leave.

Cloaked in red, she gazed at the still peaceful Charioteer Border City.

Everywhere, there were lanterns and decorations, now she was in the military camp at Border City, looking around at every building where golden bells were hung under the eaves, with cloth hanging like flames, the fiery red filling her sight.

If one were to wait until tonight, this Charioteer Border City would seemingly transform into Great Qin's Fufeng County.

She was momentarily lost in thought, her hand pressing against her red wedding dress.

This garment was what she had embroidered, following the customs of Great Qin. Being a daughter of a prominent family in the Northern Lands, she had never favored bridal makeup, preferring swords and steeds instead, and learning this had taken much effort, even her fingers had suffered greatly.

Tuoba Yue gently smiled, her eyes gazing at the vast sky and ocean.

From now on, you in the south, I in the Far North, but at least for today, let you see this wedding dress, fiery...

With this fiery wedding dress, I send you back to Qin.

A wind came from the west.

Golden Bells rang softly, their sound crisp and clear, the red silk beneath them danced wildly, fierce as fire.

Tuoba Wu walked out of the attic and headed directly to where the alliance was being signed, his expression solemn. He paused before the great hall, took a deep breath, and then promptly pushed the door open and entered, seeing there a man in battle armor and brocade robe, his demeanor calm and slightly arrogant—the Northern Hun Great General Xi Wuqi, who gave him a reluctant nod in greeting.

However, another man, sporting the look of a Barbarian Martial Artist, was exceedingly respectful, raising his hand to his chest and bowing deeply.

Tuoba Wu looked around sharply, but did not see Helian Zhizhi, who had an elusive presence. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, he felt some discomfort, and the bearded Barbarian Martial Artist, offering a bow, apologized with a face of regret,

"I'm terribly sorry, Great General Tuoba."

"His Highness had some personal matters today and I couldn't find him, please forgive this oversight."

Xi Wuqi furrowed his brows and scoffed,

"Without him, the alliance can still be signed."

"Great General Tuoba, surely you aren't like those persnickety Qin people from the south, fussing over such trivial matters, are you? Hahaha..."

Tuoba Wu took a deep breath, suppressing the boiling anger in his chest, all the while acutely feeling the bitterness of a weakened state.

A weak nation has no people.

A weak state isn't a state at all.

He closed his eyes, and upon reopening them appeared to have regained his composure and calm, without losing his composure, he gestured invitingly and said in a steady voice,

"Please..."

............

Baili Feng had been hung up for days and his injuries seemed to have worsened.

Though he was a competent Martial Artist, already suffering from serious injuries, he had not received proper treatment during this extended time, surviving only on the Elixir given by Tuoba Yue to sustain his breath, which was already beginning to falter; he did not even stir throughout the day.

It had also been a long time since a prison guard had come here.

Even the two Qin Army soldiers were struggling to cope.

Just then, there was a sudden sound of footsteps coming directly toward them.

In the clink of a lock, the prison door was pushed open by someone, two prison guards leading the way, and Helian Zhizhi, who had appeared before, reappeared in front of Baili Feng.

This time, however, he was dressed in even more luxurious attire.

In Northern Hun, such attire was reserved for weddings, making the already handsome young man appear even more striking. He strode in and watched Baili Feng, who seemed almost dead, hanging there. For some reason, a sense of melancholy arose in his heart, and he suddenly said,

"General Baili, we meet again..."

"Last time, you nearly took my life directly, and now to see you in such a sorry state is truly lamentable and pitiable..."

Baili Feng slightly lifted his head, his black hair disheveled, those cold eyes akin to the battlefield, holding the Mo Blade aimed at his neck, making the splendidly dressed man inwardly flinch, nearly uncontrollably retreating backward.