"This time I came, but I didn't see Mrs. Liao?"
My hands folding the white cloth paused, and I ignored him.
"The Liao family will..."
I suddenly became angry and turned to glare at him. Is he here to pity me? It's a pity that I made the wrong calculation. The Liao family has nothing to do with me after all.
"With the Jimo family here, you don't have to worry."
I flicked my sleeve and signaled him to leave.
A piece of imperial edict is not what I want. Could it be that he wants me to be grateful and live dependent on others?
Seeing that I was angry, he understood what I was doing and said nothing. He just stood there quietly and looked at me. However, I couldn't bear this kind of gaze, as if I was observing and spying, and I almost wanted to stride over and push him away, but in the end, due to courtesy, I always stayed away from him.
Suddenly hearing a sound, he frowned slightly and sighed: "It's getting late, so Jimo has to say goodbye."
I lowered my head gently to say goodbye.
I haven't seen him since that day. Hearing that he was defeated all the way in the end, he pushed his back to Fuyan Pass and barely blocked the ghost attack.
To the south of Fuyan Pass is the capital. Guifang, it can be said that the army is approaching the city, but with every pass and mountain, Fu Qi will be taken into his pocket.
The royal family has packed up and fled south. Pingjing is the old capital of Fuqi, and it was also the first step for the ancestors of the Fuqi royal family to conquer the world and unify the country. Now, it has become the last refuge for these unscrupulous descendants. I just don’t know how long those deceased heroic spirits can protect these people.
All the dignitaries from the capital have gone with them, and the Prince of Jin and his wife have also left. A few days ago, the servants in the mansion came to ask me if I wanted to escape from here before the current situation was chaotic. I secretly counted the days. It took only nine months for Jimo to lose the northern country that Fuqi's ancestors had conquered for decades. Although the people in the north were strong and the ghosts were so brave, it was still disappointing. Although he was able to hold Fuyan Pass for a while, there was no guarantee that the city would not be breached one day. Where can a person like me go? The Liao Mansion gave me a place of protection. If I left the Liao Mansion, I would only be treated as a monster by the people of the world and set on fire to death. In the past year, although the servants in the house still haven't spoken much to me, they are no longer so afraid of me. The death anniversary of my parents is approaching, and I can't leave it all behind. What's more, why do people like me fear such disasters? It's just that I stay here by myself, so I don't want to harm these servants. After all, they also have families and worries. If this life is lost in the hands of a foreign race, some people will be sad for it.
I sent my servants away and dispersed the money accumulated in the mansion over the years. There were many people who spent their best years in the Liao mansion, and I couldn't afford to owe them anything.
There are also a few old slaves who want to stay. For the sake of the Liao family house, they have nowhere to go. Their family members passed away many years ago. I tried to dissuade them in every possible way, and then they went south together. There is only one old nanny who has served my mother for more than ten years and refuses to leave no matter what. I had no choice but to leave her behind. The Liao Mansion, which was quite lively a few days ago and looked like a family of aristocratic families, suddenly became quiet. The garden is full of fallen leaves, no one is sweeping it, the stove is cold and dusty, and no one is thinking about it.
Come to think of it, the capital is about to be destroyed. Even if someone cleans it, it will be useless. However, I never expected that a whole year would pass before Jimo stopped Guifang outside Fuyan Pass.
The Fuqi royal family, which suffered frequent defeats, received good news several times. It was heard that the prince was preparing to go north to rectify the capital. After all, I left in a hurry and left many things here. This time, I don’t know if I want to completely strengthen the wall and clear the country, or reorganize the court.
What the prince brought was a new reward for the Jimo family. Since I was married to him, I also received some divine grace, and gold, silver, and jade articles were sent to me one after another. Nowadays, the people in the capital are having a hard time, and it is useless for me to keep these. I disperse the gold and silver everywhere, and take some out to give to the soldiers on the front line.
However, Jimo's request to the prince was not a good thing.
The war lasted for two years, and even the iron-clad army was in short supply. Jimo requested that the emperor could lead the expedition himself. It is said that it is a personal expedition, but it is enough to go around the army and let the soldiers see it. In the final analysis, it is just to boost morale. It's just that the two armies are facing off at the moment, and the sword has no eyes. Who can guarantee the emperor's safety? The prince was in trouble, but he still rushed a letter to Pingjing for 800 miles, but there was no reply for a long time. Presumably, today's emperor is accustomed to Yushu's music, and no matter what, he can't stand the violence of the battlefield.
Seeing that the battle report was no longer optimistic, the prince had no choice but to agree to go to help in person. After several battles, the prince was captured and captured by the ghosts. The emperor, who was living peacefully in Pingjing, could no longer bear it, but now he had no choice but to rely on Jimo to defend Fuyan Pass, so he had no choice but to order the confiscation of the Liao family to feel discouraged. The grandma and I didn't care where we lived, so we left happily and found an empty house with no owner to live in.
The leader of the ghost side, Basil Jiyu, proposed to negotiate with the emperor. After all, the war had lasted for many years, and it was not what both sides wanted. The emperor wanted to shrink back, but the prince was in Guifang's hand, so he had no choice but to go north. Once he reached the capital, he stopped taking another step. Jimo sent people to report. The ghost's request was that half of the country north of Pingjing would be surrendered with both hands. The ghost would stop their advance and the prince would return unscathed. But at this point, the Fuqi people will be in that humble corner of the south. From now on, when the ghosts repair and stop, Fuqi's demise will be just a blink of an eye.
Should he hold on and then die and his country be destroyed, or should he surrender without a fight and then be ruined?
Jimo seemed to be sure that the emperor would choose the latter. The next day, news came from the front that the prince had died for his country. The old emperor was filled with grief and anger, and had no reason to retreat anymore. He actually rode to the military camp and personally supervised the battle. When grandma heard the news, she just smiled and supervised the battle. After all, he didn't have the guts to charge into battle.
There was no room for peace talks anymore, and the ghosts had no choice but to tangle their forces and fight to the death.
There are fewer and fewer people in the capital, and even the poorest families have packed their bags and fled south. Suddenly, in the huge capital, there were only some old people left who wanted to leave but were unable to do so.
Jimo only managed to hold off for half a month. Half a month later, the capital city was destroyed. The moment the ghost army rushed into the city, the wailing sound in the street penetrated the heavy walls.
For those old people who cannot leave, the capital is where they have spent their entire lives. Now, the ghosts are here, and they only have one chance to die.
Grandma took me to hide for a long time, but in the end I couldn't escape.
The ghosts liked to set fire to massacre the city. In order to avoid the raging fire, my grandma and I had to take refuge. But as soon as he leaned forward, there was a shining sword.
I was shocked, and so were the sergeants.
The soldier yelled something in a ghost dialect that I couldn't understand.
I slowly stood up straight, and those people looked at me warily, retreating to a position where they could reach me with their swords. Yes, I am a demon, so I can still survive for a while. Grandma, who came out a step later than me, was stabbed through her body.
There was the faint sound of horse hooves, and I slowly turned my head. The man on the horse was in his prime, with an angular face like a ghost, a strong and muscular body that is standard for a warrior, and the fierce and violent murderous aura of a king. His eyes stayed on me for a moment, and then he said something coldly. The soldiers beside me immediately took me away.
I looked at my grandma lying in a pool of blood and sighed. The final outcome is just the same, sooner or later. After the Fuyan Pass was broken, Jimo and the emperor must have died for their country, right? In the end, I want to be in the same world as them, kneeling and accepting the emperor's orders.
Someone was already setting up a fire in the square in front of the palace gate. The bright red blood had flowed all over the floor, under the layers of firewood.
I was tied to the firewood, and the man just stood aside with his sword in his hand, saying something loudly. The ghost soldiers cheered and cheered, and a beam of fire suddenly fell at their feet. Oiled wood burns so quickly.
The thick smoke choked me for a while, and the surging heat burned my cheeks. I had never seen such strong light, and it was still extremely difficult to keep my eyes tightly closed.
The flames seemed to be rising up my cheeks. The heat was unsettling. The flames licked the air around me. There was the sound of wood exploding under my feet. Everything was driving me to despair.
