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Chapter 101

It took Fan Changyu three full days to completely comprehend the techniques He Jingyuan had taught her.

Unfortunately, she had no one to spar with, so she had no idea how much she had improved.

Counting the days, she realized she would be able to go home again the day after tomorrow.

When that time came, she intended to have a proper match with Xie Zheng.

The last time she returned to camp, Xie Zheng had said he was in Chongzhou on official business. Judging by his tone, he would likely remain there for some time.

So, besides participating in the army’s daily drills, Fan Changyu squeezed in every spare moment she could find to practice wood carving.

After ruining countless pieces of wood, she finally managed to carve the rough outline of a little wooden doll.

Unexpectedly, after training ended that day, Captain Guo announced,

\u201cStarting today, the camp is sealed. No one is allowed to leave. Training hours will also double.\u201d

The soldiers immediately began whispering among themselves.

Fan Changyu and the other squad leader exchanged glances.

\u201cWhat are you muttering about?\u201d

Captain Guo barked.

His fierce gaze swept across the crowd.

The hushed discussions vanished instantly.

In his rough voice, he continued,

\u201cThe two squad leaders stay. Everyone else return to your quarters and await orders!\u201d

The soldiers dispersed in small groups.

Before long, quiet discussions began again.

Fan Changyu and the other squad leader remained where they were, waiting for instructions.

Captain Guo looked at them both.

\u201cYour chance to earn military merit has arrived.

\u201cThe main force doesn’t have enough men. We’re being transferred to the right-wing battalion behind the vanguard, assisting the main army in the attack.

\u201cSome men spend ten years in the army and never get closer than cleaning up battlefields behind the main force.

\u201cThis time, we’re the lucky ones.

\u201cSince ancient times, wealth and glory have always been found in danger.

\u201cI’ve never been a coward in my life.

\u201cSo don’t let me end up commanding a bunch of cowards and lose face!\u201d

After both squad leaders repeatedly assured him they would intensify training, Captain Guo finally dismissed them.

The stalemate around Chongzhou had lasted a long time.

Fan Changyu had not expected a major engagement between the two armies to arrive so soon.

As she walked back deep in thought, Captain Guo suddenly called after her.

Half his face was hidden beneath his thick beard.

In his coarse voice, he said,

\u201cI know you’ve got connections above.

\u201cAnd your martial skills aren’t bad either.

\u201cBut if you run into trouble on the battlefield, no one in my unit is going to throw away their life to save you.

\u201cIf you want to use those connections and get transferred elsewhere, you’ve still got time.\u201d

Fan Changyu merely glanced at him.

Without saying a word, she turned and left.

Back in the barracks, the soldiers had gathered in groups and were still discussing what Captain Guo’s words meant.

As soon as they saw her, one of them asked,

\u201cSquad Leader Fan, are we really going to war?\u201d

To appear more authoritative, Fan Changyu rarely spoke much in front of her men and seldom showed emotion.

Surprisingly, the strategy worked.

She had barely ever lost her temper, yet the soldiers seemed rather afraid of her.

Of course, that might also have had something to do with the fact that on her first day leading them, she had shattered Captain Guo’s saber with a pair of iron hammers.

Keeping a straight face, she simply replied,

\u201cMm.\u201d

The barracks immediately fell silent.

The soldiers’ faces showed fear of the unknown, along with sorrow at the thought that they might never see their parents, wives, or children again.

Fan Changyu understood that even soldiers feared war.

Before putting on military uniforms, they had merely been laborers, porters, or hardworking farmers trying to make a living.

She offered no grand speech.

She simply said,

\u201cOver the next few days, everyone practice your saber and spear techniques diligently.

\u201cForget wealth and glory.

\u201cIf you want to survive the battlefield and return home to your wives, children, and mothers after the war, you need the skills to stay alive.\u201d

After a pause, she added,

\u201cI survived First-Line Gorge carrying nothing but a butcher’s knife.

\u201cThat’s because I’d killed more pigs than those rebels had killed people.\u201d

She thought hard for a moment before finally recalling the phrase she wanted.

With complete seriousness, she said,

\u201cPractice makes perfect. It applies everywhere.

\u201cYou’re afraid of battle, but the rebel soldiers are afraid too.

\u201cSince everyone is scared, the winner is simply the one who can swing a blade or thrust a spear faster while frightened.\u201d

Laughter erupted throughout the barracks.

The tense atmosphere eased considerably.

The coming training would determine whether they lived or died.

Combined with Fan Changyu’s theory about practice making perfect, the dozens of soldiers under her command trained with extraordinary effort.

Xie Wu was equally generous, teaching them many deadly combat techniques designed to kill with a single strike.

The night before deployment, one of the soldiers in her unit approached her.

He handed over all the military pay he had earned since enlisting.

\u201cSquad Leader,\u201d he said, \u201cmy mother only has me.

\u201cI’m from Huangping County in Jizhou.

\u201cIf I die… please take this silver back to my mother.\u201d

The moment he finished speaking, he turned and ran away.

Fan Changyu stared at the few pieces of silver in her palm for a long time.

Eventually, she put them away.

Once upon a time, she had feared the battlefield too.

But when she thought of avenging her parents, of Yu Qianqian trapped inside Chongzhou, and of Xie Zheng, the fear vanished.

Military merit was the best path she could see toward accomplishing those goals herself.

Now, however, another conviction had appeared in her heart.

She wanted to bring every soldier under her command back alive.

There were still several hours before the army marched.

Unable to sleep, Fan Changyu pulled out the half-finished wooden doll hidden beneath her pillow and continued carving.

The doll already had hair.

Turning the blade carefully, she began shaping the eyes.

Since she was carving a round, chubby little figure, she made the eyes larger than normal.

As she remembered Xie Zheng’s face, she angled the corners upward slightly.

The originally foolish-looking doll immediately acquired a faintly arrogant expression, as though it looked down on everyone through its nostrils.

Fan Changyu couldn’t help laughing.

Poking the doll’s plump little cheek, she muttered softly,

\u201cIt really does look like him.\u201d

She wondered where he was now.


—

The moon hung high overhead.

A flock of birds burst from the forest.

Zhao Xun was forced to his knees.

Corpses littered the ground around him.

Every one of them had been his guards.

His face was deathly pale.

Cold sweat covered his forehead.

Reflected in his pupils was the blood still dripping from the tip of a sword gleaming in the firelight.

\u201cT-The Marquis…\u201d

he stammered.

Xie Zheng flicked the sticky blood from his blade and glanced over.

\u201cEven a cunning rabbit only keeps three burrows.

\u201cYour hiding places are so numerous that you’ve been rather difficult to find, Young Master Zhao.\u201d

The breeze rustled through the treetops.

His voice drifted through the firelight, cool and casual.

Several days earlier, after Fan Changyu returned to camp, Xie Zheng had gone to see Grand Tutor Tao.

Originally, he had intended to discuss the Imperial Grandson and the Li family.

Instead, Grand Tutor Tao announced that he needed to make an urgent trip to the capital and asked Xie Zheng to investigate the connection between the Imperial Grandson and Prince Changxin before he returned.

Xie Zheng agreed.

He had also intended to find He Jingyuan and obtain answers regarding Fan Changyu’s origins.

Unfortunately, He Jingyuan was personally overseeing the inventory of grain and military supplies arriving from the court alongside Li Huaian.

Officially, Xie Zheng was supposed to be stationed near Kang City.

Appearing openly in Chongzhou would only hand the Li faction evidence of dereliction of duty.

Thus, he went directly to investigate the Imperial Grandson instead.

The person most closely connected to the Imperial Grandson was Zhao Xun.

Naturally, that was where he began.

The Zhao family were merchants with extensive information networks.

Before Chongzhou had been surrounded, Zhao Xun had already left the city.

The Zhao family’s businesses covered countless industries and locations.

It took considerable effort before Xie Zheng finally cornered him.

The moment Zhao Xun saw Xie Zheng appear in person, he knew disaster had arrived.

Forcing himself to remain calm, he replied,

\u201cYour Lordship jokes.

\u201cIf there is anything you require of Zhao, I would gladly devote my life to assisting\u2014\u201d

Xie Zheng smiled faintly.

\u201cWhen Young Master Zhao found me in Qingping County before the New Year, you said much the same thing.\u201d

Zhao Xun’s expression stiffened.

The bloodstained sword settled upon his shoulder.

Swallowing with difficulty, Zhao Xun said,

\u201cPlease calm your anger, Marquis.

\u201cMy worthless life is controlled by others.

\u201cMany matters are beyond my control.\u201d

Xie Zheng applied slightly more pressure.

The blade pressed downward.

Zhao Xun instantly fell silent.

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead like rain.

His entire body stiffened.

The blood-covered sword dragged across his shoulder.

A vivid streak of red stained his robes.

Though the blade hadn’t touched skin, Zhao Xun felt as though he could already sense its coldness.

The smell of blood overwhelmed his senses.

His face became so pale it was nearly colorless.

His entire body trembled violently.

Finally, Xie Zheng withdrew the sword and handed it to a guard behind him.

Casually, he said,

\u201cDon’t mind me.

\u201cI merely borrowed your clothes to wipe some blood off my sword.\u201d

Zhao Xun collapsed limply.

\u201cPlease, Marquis… leave me a path to live.\u201d

A faint smile lingered on Xie Zheng’s lips.

\u201cWhen I was in difficulty, Young Master Zhao purchased two hundred thousand shi of grain for me.

\u201cYou could be considered an old acquaintance.

\u201cI only have a few questions.

\u201cAnswer honestly, and I won’t make things difficult for you.\u201d

The mention of the grain purchase only made Zhao Xun paler.

At the time, he had seen that Wei Yan wanted Xie Zheng dead while Grand Tutor Li merely watched from the sidelines, hoping to use the situation to attack Wei Yan politically.

Thus, Zhao Xun had secretly stockpiled grain for Jinzhou.

However, he had intentionally left clues for He Jingyuan to discover, ensuring that He Jingyuan would learn the grain belonged to Xie Zheng.

His hope had been to set Xie Zheng and He Jingyuan against one another.

One had broken with Wei Yan.

The other remained loyal.

Unexpectedly, He Jingyuan had done nothing.

Only afterward came Wei Xuan’s forced grain requisition and Sui Yuanqing’s masquerade as government soldiers.

Kowtowing heavily, Zhao Xun pressed his forehead to the ground.

\u201cPlease calm your anger, Marquis.

\u201cI tried to persuade His Highness back then.

\u201cBut I was insignificant and powerless.

\u201cWhat happened wasn’t my intention.\u201d

Xie Zheng asked,

\u201cYou claim to serve the Imperial Grandson.

\u201cHow am I supposed to believe that’s truly who stands behind you?\u201d

A struggle flashed through Zhao Xun’s eyes.

Finally, he answered,

\u201cMy mother was once the Crown Princess’s chief palace maid.

\u201cWhen she reached the proper age, she was released from the palace.

\u201cIn reality, she married my father and secretly managed the Crown Princess’s businesses outside the palace.\u201d

Xie Zheng had already investigated the Eastern Palace fire.

He knew the Crown Princess indeed had a senior maid who left the palace at twenty-five.

The defeat at Jinzhou and the Eastern Palace fire had occurred one after another.

The death of Crown Prince Chengde was followed almost immediately by the deaths of the Crown Princess and the Imperial Grandson.

Anyone with eyes could see the two incidents were connected.

The truth behind Jinzhou might very well be hidden within the Eastern Palace fire.

Behind his back, Xie Zheng’s hand clenched unconsciously.

His voice turned cold.

\u201cWeren’t the Crown Princess and Imperial Grandson killed in the fire?\u201d

\u201cThe fire was set by the Crown Princess herself,\u201d Zhao Xun answered.

\u201cIt was done to create a chance for the Imperial Grandson to survive.\u201d

Xie Zheng’s brows furrowed sharply.

\u201cWho wanted him dead?\u201d

Zhao Xun smiled bitterly.

\u201cI truly don’t know.

\u201cOnly after the fire did my mother receive a letter personally written by the Crown Princess before her death.

\u201cIt revealed the Imperial Grandson’s whereabouts.

\u201cBut it contained not a single word regarding the people behind the plot.\u201d

Mockery appeared in Xie Zheng’s eyes.

\u201cSo you’ve fabricated a convenient story to deceive me?\u201d

\u201cI wouldn’t dare!\u201d

Zhao Xun hurriedly replied.

\u201cIf you don’t believe me, the Crown Princess’s handwritten letter and personal token still exist as proof.\u201d

Firelight flickered in Xie Zheng’s dark phoenix eyes.

No one could read what lay beneath.

\u201cThe Imperial Grandson is now Prince Changxin’s eldest son?\u201d

By this point, enough clues already pointed toward the answer.

Zhao Xun’s close relationship with Prince Changxin’s household, Changning’s story about Yu Bao’er and her child being detained there, and everything else all led to the same conclusion.

That was why Xie Zheng sounded so certain.

Zhao Xun dared not hide the truth.

He nodded.

Xie Zheng narrowed his eyes.

Everything suddenly made sense.

Prince Changxin could only justify rebellion by claiming he wished to eliminate Wei Yan and purge the court.

He could never openly use the Imperial Grandson’s legitimacy as his banner because he didn’t know his own son had been replaced.

Likewise, the Imperial Grandson dared not reveal himself.

If Prince Changxin discovered another child had occupied his son’s place all these years, he would almost certainly kill the Imperial Grandson immediately.

\u201cWas Sui Yuanqing’s appearance in Qingping County before the New Year also arranged by the Imperial Grandson?\u201d

Sweat dripped from Zhao Xun’s brow.

\u201cYes.\u201d

Through Zhao Xun, the Imperial Grandson had learned Xie Zheng was in Qingping County.

Sending Sui Yuanqing there had been an attempt to use Xie Zheng’s hand to eliminate him.

At that time, Chongzhou had not yet shown signs of defeat.

If Prince Changxin managed to seize Jizhou while the Xie Family Army was occupied fighting the Northern Jue, he might even have reached the capital and forced the emperor’s submission.

But Prince Changxin had named Sui Yuanqing as his heir.

Even if he conquered the empire, Sui Yuanqing would inherit the throne.

Therefore, the Imperial Grandson wanted Sui Yuanqing dead.

Now Prince Changxin’s defeat seemed inevitable.

The Imperial Grandson knew military conquest was no longer a viable path.

That was why he had begun courting the Li family.

Xie Zheng sneered.

\u201cSo this is what remains of Crown Prince Chengde’s bloodline?\u201d

Zhao Xun smiled bitterly.

\u201cWhen His Highness was a child, half his face was burned away to allow him to replace Prince Changxin’s son.

\u201cThe injuries left him sickly.

\u201cOver the years, his temperament has become increasingly unstable.

\u201cThough I am merely a merchant covered in the stink of money, I still know right from wrong.

\u201cA hero such as Your Lordship is someone I deeply admire.

\u201cI also understand that if His Highness ever ascends the throne, the people will suffer.\u201d

After a moment of hesitation, he finally voiced his true thoughts.

\u201cHis Highness already has descendants.

\u201cYou’ve likely met them.

\u201cThe female proprietor of Yixiang Pavilion in Qingping County was once his concubine.

\u201cShe escaped.

\u201cHer child is the Imperial Great-Grandson.

\u201cLook at the state of the realm.

\u201cThe imperial authority weakens while factional strife worsens.

\u201cThe people suffer.

\u201cCompared to the Wei Yan of old, Your Lordship is greater in every way.

\u201cIf you were willing to follow Wei Yan’s example and support the Imperial Great-Grandson as emperor, I would gladly serve you unto death!\u201d

Xie Zheng showed no interest whatsoever.

His lips curved mockingly.

\u201cYou can betray your current master and pledge yourself to me.

\u201cWhat assurance do I have that you won’t betray me for someone else later?\u201d

Since ancient times, those who served two masters were universally despised.

Zhao Xun understood this perfectly.

At last, he revealed everything.

\u201cI only want a path to survive for myself and my mother.

\u201cEver since the Imperial Great-Grandson was found, His Highness has become increasingly unstable.

\u201cHe even assigned Shadow Guards to monitor both my mother and me, fearing we might support the Imperial Great-Grandson instead.

\u201cHis suspicions grow worse by the day.

\u201cI fear he’ll eventually kill us.\u201d

After a pause, he added,

\u201cThe moment I first saw Your Lordship, I knew you were a truly great man.

\u201cThat’s why I dared speak so boldly.\u201d

Xie Zheng ignored the flattery.

Lowering his gaze, he silently considered the current situation.

The pine torches crackled in the night.

Only the wind could be heard.

\u201cWhere are the Imperial Great-Grandson and his mother now?\u201d

Zhao Xun answered with difficulty,

\u201cThey, along with my mother, are still inside Chongzhou City.\u201d

In other words, they were hostages ensuring his obedience.

At this, Xie Zheng frowned slightly.

The Imperial Grandson was now cooperating with the Li faction.

To secure military merit for the Li family, He Jingyuan would need to be removed first.

The capital and Chongzhou were separated by thousands of miles.

The impeachment proceedings against He Jingyuan had not yet reached Xie Zheng’s ears.

\u201cWhat leverage do you have against He Jingyuan?\u201d


—

Fan Changyu spent the entire night carving.

At last, the doll’s head and body were complete.

Objectively speaking, it was rather ugly.

Yet the longer she looked at it, the cuter it seemed.

For her first completed project, she was quite satisfied.

While washing up, Xie Wu somehow produced a heart-protecting mirror and told her to wear it beneath her uniform.

After examining its size, Fan Changyu decided that the two steel plates she had forged back when she traveled from Jizhou searching for Changning were still safer.

When Xie Wu learned she planned to strap a steel plate both to her chest and back, he stared at her in utter shock.

Fan Changyu suspected he had simply never encountered anyone as afraid of dying as she was.

Still, believing survival was the highest priority, she equipped them without hesitation.

Generals wore heart mirrors because their armor already protected most vital areas.

The heart mirror served as a final layer of defense.

Her ordinary soldier’s uniform probably couldn’t block a single slash.

When things became desperate, only steel plates would save her life.

Xie Wu found the palm-sized heart mirror cumbersome and thought it would interfere with his mobility.

So Fan Changyu secretly gave it to the soldier who had entrusted her with his savings.

The man nearly burst into tears when he received it.

He looked at her as though she were his reborn parent.

The reaction embarrassed her immensely.

During formation inspection, Captain Guo noticed she had remained in the unit.

The look in his eyes was complicated.

Whether it was concern, annoyance, or something else entirely, even he might not have known.

Finally, he roared,

\u201cOnce you’re on the battlefield, killing one enemy breaks even!

\u201cKilling two means you’ve profited!

\u201cAnyone who comes back alive, I’ll personally celebrate for!\u201d

Together with the surrounding soldiers, Fan Changyu shouted,

\u201cYES!\u201d

Fear.

Passion.

Longing.

Everything seemed to be poured into that single roar.

Unlike her previous battle, this time they were positioned much farther forward.

They were not reinforcements arriving midway through the fighting.

They could see the complete deployment of both armies before the clash.

The two forces resembled vast colonies of ants facing each other.

From this distance, all she could make out were the crimson tassels fluttering from the rebels’ spears.

When the war horns sounded on both sides, the vanguard units charged.

The two armies collided almost instantly.

The impact felt like a muffled explosion.

Fan Changyu decided that the bravest soldiers in the army must belong to the vanguard.

Everyone behind them simply followed.

The men in front charged directly into enemy blades and spears.

What surprised and pleased her most was that the dozens of soldiers under her command stayed glued to her side.

Whenever she charged somewhere, they immediately followed.

She honestly couldn’t tell whether they were trying to protect her or hoping she would protect them.

Either way, the formation functioned like a massive spearhead.

Fan Changyu was the tip.

There was nowhere she couldn’t pierce.

Xie Wu remained within three paces of her at all times.

The Mo Dao blurred into a streak of steel in her hands.

She continued advancing.

At first she could still see the vanguard ahead.

Eventually, however, every direction was filled only with enemy soldiers.

Remembering that they were supposed to support the vanguard, she grew anxious.

Continuing to fight forward, she shouted,

\u201cCan you see the vanguard banner?\u201d

The vanguard’s job was to break apart the rebel formation.

Their role was to exploit the opening and widen it so the infantry behind them could split the enemy force.

If that chain broke, they would be surrounded instead.

At that point, survival would be nearly impossible.

Xie Wu’s face was covered in blood.

After cutting down a rebel with a horizontal slash, he replied in near despair,

\u201cThe vanguard’s already been scattered!

\u201cWe are the vanguard now!\u201d

Fan Changyu blinked.

\u201cHuh?\u201d

Using the Mo Dao’s superior reach, she forced back another enemy and glanced behind her.

Only then did she realize that the few dozen men who had originally followed her had become a massive crowd.

Captain Guo wasn’t far behind.

Leaning on his saber and panting heavily, he shouted,

\u201cYou idiot!

\u201cYou charged forward like you were rushing to your own funeral!

\u201cMy entire right-wing battalion got turned into the vanguard because of you!\u201d

Ignoring him, Xie Wu wiped blood from his face.

\u201cI’ll retrieve the vanguard banner.

\u201cThe soldiers behind us can’t see where to advance without it.\u201d

On a battlefield, broken formations were fatal.

Small isolated groups would simply be devoured by the enemy.

Fan Changyu kicked a rebel away and shouted,

\u201cWhere is it?\u201d

Thanks to his excellent lightness skill, Xie Wu bounded several steps across the heads of enemy soldiers and pointed.

Fan Changyu immediately transformed into a spearhead once more and drove toward that location.


—

The generals observing from higher ground all wore grave expressions when they saw the vanguard’s wedge formation collapse.

Most had already assumed the opening battle was lost.

Then, unexpectedly, another spearhead emerged from the right-wing support force.

Like the stinger of a bee, it thrust directly into the heart of the rebel formation.

The generals exchanged bewildered looks.

When the newly formed spearhead reunited with the remnants of the scattered vanguard, recovered the vanguard banner, and began driving the rebels steadily backward, every expression turned strange.

One general said,

\u201cI’ve seen rear guards become vanguards before.

\u201cBut this is the first time I’ve seen a right-wing battalion turn into a vanguard.

\u201cTo stabilize offense and defense without even reorganizing formation… the commander must be a veteran general with exceptional battlefield awareness.\u201d

Another general nodded.

\u201cThis right-wing force was assembled from General Tang’s new recruits.

\u201cGeneral Tang truly has talented people under his command.\u201d

Tang Peiyi forced a stiff smile and agreed vaguely.

His eyes remained fixed on the battlefield below.

He desperately tried to identify who was leading the charge.

But the distance was too great.

He nearly crossed his eyes squinting.

No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t remember ever having such a capable subordinate.

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