After the bloody battle just now, even the heavens seemed to show some compassion. The sky had just brightened when fine snow began to fall from the sky. Mo Xiuyao did not wear a cloak. He was still dressed in white as he stood on the city gate tower amidst the fine snow. Looking up from below, he looked like a god overlooking the mortal world. Even from such a distance, Ren Qining and the generals of the Northern Region still felt an indescribable pressure.
"Prince, we've found Duke Hua!" A guard hurried over to report.
Mo Xiuyao turned around and asked, "Where is he?"
The guard hesitated and said, "Duke Hua is in the south of the city. He's heavily injured. I'm afraid …" Everyone's heart sank. They naturally understood what the guard meant by "I'm afraid." Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment before saying, "I'll go take a look. General Lü, I'll leave this to you. "Lü Songxian did not say much and nodded silently.
Duke Hua was in a small alley in the south of the city. When the Mohist army soldiers found him, he was already heavily injured and could not move. Not far from him were the corpses of northern and Da Chu State soldiers. Duke Hua had been stabbed by a sword. The sword had not been pulled out yet. He sat alone on a stone block not far from the alley entrance to rest. The winter nights in the Chu capital were not much warmer than the northwest. Duke Hua was already nearing eighty years old. With such heavy injuries, his face was already a bit pale.
"Old Duke!" Mo Xiuyao stepped forward and supported Duke Hua. He glanced at the military doctor in front of him and asked, "What's wrong? Why aren't you treating Duke Hua?"
Duke Hua raised his hand to stop Mo Xiuyao. He shook his head and said, "No need. I know my own injuries. I can't take it anymore … "
Mo Xiuyao lowered his head to check the sword wound. His expression also darkened. Duke Hua's injury was at a vital point. If he was in his prime, there might be some hope. However, in Duke Hua's current state, he would probably die the moment he pulled out the sword. Mo Xiuyao closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Old Duke, we are late."
Duke Hua shook his head and glanced at Mo Xiuyao, "I know it's not easy for you either. To be able to … to be able to arrive in time and prevent Chu Capital from falling into the hands of the northerners … Very good … "
Mo Xiuyao lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment. Then, he placed one hand on Duke Hua's shoulder and channeled True Qi into him to prolong his life. At the same time, he ordered, "Go find the people from the Hua Clan." The guard at the side hurriedly reported, "They've already gone. If the Hua Clan's people are alright, they should be here soon."
Hearing Mo Xiuyao's words, Duke Hua smiled and asked softly, "How are Tian Xiang and the others?"
Mo Xiuyao replied in a low voice, "They're doing very well. Tian Xiang has already arranged for Qingfeng to get married in a few months. Qingfeng, come here! "
Xu Qingfeng hurriedly came forward and said respectfully, "Old Duke …" Duke Hua raised his head with some difficulty and smiled, "The children of the Xu family … are all good children. Very good, this old man won't be able to see you get married. From now on, from now on, treat Tian Xiang well. "Xu Qingfeng's eyes reddened as he nodded," Yes, Old Duke … Grandfather … "
"Good child …"
The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the alley and a young man hurriedly ran over. "Grandfather! Grandfather … "
Duke Hua raised his head and looked at him. A trace of relief flashed in his eyes before he slowly closed them.
"Grandfather?!" When the young man arrived, he just happened to see Duke Hua smiling with his eyes closed. He couldn't help but kneel in front of him and cry loudly. To the side, a trace of sadness flashed in Mo Xiuyao's eyes as he slowly withdrew the hand he had placed on Duke Hua's shoulder. He ordered in a low voice, "Duke Hua sacrificed himself for the country and died in battle. Pass down the order to be buried with the rites of a marquis and be posthumously conferred the title of 'Marquis of Loyalty'. "
"This subordinate obeys."
The same sad scene played out in many places in the capital. In this battle, the number of people who died was uncountable. Not only were there the Chu capital garrison, but there were also the Black Cloud Cavalry and the Mohist army. Not only were there ordinary soldiers, but there were also many high-ranking generals. In another place, Leng Haoyu struggled to support his seriously injured body as he looked at the person lying on the ground in front of him. There was a complicated look in his eyes that no one could understand. Lenghuai knelt on the ground, holding his eldest son's cold body in his arms. When they found Leng Qingyu, he was already dead. An arrow had hit his chest, hitting his vital point. This man, who had always been cold, proud, and unwilling to admit that his concubine's younger brother was better than him, finally died quietly on the streets of Chu capital without leaving a word.
Lenghuai hugged his son's cold body as tears streamed down his face. No matter what, this was the son he doted on the most and had placed the most hopes on. The pain of losing his son was more painful than letting him die.
Leng Haoyu stepped forward silently and squatted beside Lenghuai. He whispered, "Father, take Big Brother back first." In the end, the equally proud Leng Haoyu was finally willing to admit that this man was his elder brother.
Lenghuai looked back at Leng Haoyu and his gaze fell on the wound on his chest. He asked, "How's your injury?"
Leng Haoyu said, "It's just a superficial wound. Father, let's go back."
Lenghuai nodded. He carried Leng Qingyu with some difficulty and walked in the direction of the Leng residence with Leng Haoyu.
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