"Oh, you …" Yang Lin sighed. After sitting down with Jiujiu, he waved his hand for Fifteen and Old Eight to leave.
Currently, the war was in a stalemate. Although the other side was made up of people from the martial arts world, their martial arts were exceptionally strong. Furthermore, there were experts like Luo Cheng present. This battle was naturally extremely dangerous.
Although he did not want to think about losing the war, Yang Lin knew that this time, the Great Sui was truly finished.
He was the one who fought for the Great Sui. If he had to personally witness the Great Sui's empire being lost, it would probably be even more painful than having his flesh cut off. What pained him the most was that if the Great Sui's empire was lost, who would protect his Xuan 'er?
Yang Lin raised his hand and touched Jiujiu's cheek. Because they had been in a hurry to travel these past few days, Jiujiu's delicate little face had become slightly thinner. Some of her cute baby fat had also dissipated. Yang Lin's heart ached. However, this was a battlefield. At most, he could only take care of her food and clothing. Even for him, it was the same.
Yang Lin wanted to give Jiujiu the best, but due to the circumstances, he could only keep everything simple.
Jiujiu hugged Yang Lin's shoulder and leaned her little head against the cold armor. She said softly, "Father, I know you feel sorry for me, but I also feel sorry for you. Now that the war is in a stalemate, Big Brother Emperor is furious every day. I can't sleep well if I stay in the prince's mansion alone. It's better to come here and accompany father. Even … even if I die with father, it's better than being on tenterhooks all day."
Hearing Jiujiu mention death, Yang Lin's expression suddenly turned cold. He said without hesitation, "You'll be fine."
Even if he died, he had to protect Jiujiu's life.
After eating, Yang Lin helped Jiujiu settle down. Then, he discussed the next day's matters with the various generals and commanders.
Jiujiu opened her eyes and called out softly, "Fifteen."
Fifteen, who was guarding outside the tent, walked into the tent and asked in a low voice, "Are you not used to it?"
Jiujiu lived a luxurious life in the palace every day. Even when she went out, she had to find the best inn. These days, she had to sleep in the open. Now, she was living in a simple tent with coarse and thick quilts. Jiujiu didn't feel much about it, but Fifteen felt sorry for her.
Jiujiu lowered her eyes. "It's not that I'm not used to it. I'm just a little sad when I think of my father."
Jiujiu got up from the bed and asked Fifteen to come in. She took Fifteen's hand and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed. She leaned on Fifteen's shoulder and said softly, "Fifteen, do you think we can win?"
Shiwu pursed his lips. "I dare not make wild guesses."
Jiujiu chuckled. "You also think we will lose, don't you?"
Jiujiu raised her hand and pinched a strand of hair. She twirled it around her fingertips. "Brother Emperor's tyranny has long been unpopular. Now, the uprising is just the general trend. Even if my father holds on, he can't hold on for more than a few days. Fifteen, if the Sui Dynasty is gone, will you marry me?"
Fifteen's body trembled. He turned his head to look at Jiujiu.
Jiujiu's eyes were shockingly bright under the dim candlelight. When she looked at him quietly, it was as if there were stars floating in her eyes. Fifteen's lips moved, but he couldn't say a word. After a long time, Jiujiu said, "I am not a person who cares about appearance and identity. Other than my father, you are the person I trust the most. If I can't marry you, I will be alone for the rest of my life."
After Jiujiu finished speaking, she took her head off Fifteen's shoulder. She turned over and said softly, "You have been tired for so many days. You don't have to keep watch for me. Go to sleep."
After Jiujiu finished speaking, she pulled up the quilt and closed her eyes.
Fifteen sat quietly in the same position for a long time. Just when Jiujiu thought Fifteen was going to leave, Fifteen suddenly bent down and hugged her. He said softly, "Okay."
There were no superfluous words, but it made Jiujiu feel particularly at ease.
Jiujiu leaned her head on Fifteen's chest and fell asleep unknowingly.
For several months, the war was in a stalemate. You can't do anything to me, and I can't do anything to you. But Jiujiu knew that this was only a temporary state. Once Luo Cheng arrived, he would kill in all directions as if he was assisted by God.
As expected, Luo Cheng arrived half a month later. The front line was constantly broken, and the soldiers under Yang Lin's command were constantly losing their lives. Yang Lin could no longer hold back and personally entered the battlefield.
That day, Jiujiu opened Fifteen's tent early in the morning and changed into casual clothes. After using the Bone Shrinking Technique to change her body shape, she lay dormant around the battlefield, waiting for an opportunity to save Yang Lin and leave.
Because of the effects of Jiujiu's elixir, Yang Lin's body was much better than it was in Yang Xuan's memory. After fighting with Luo Cheng for an hour, he was not at a disadvantage. At this moment, Luo Cheng suddenly turned around. Yang Lin did not expect this and was stabbed in the chest. Yang Lin's body swayed and was about to fall off his horse. Jiujiu suddenly flew over and caught Yang Lin.
Luo Cheng raised his spear and was about to stab Jiujiu. She raised her hand and condensed water into ice. With a slash of the blade, the spear in Luo Cheng's hand was instantly broken into two. Jiujiu coldly snorted, "Get lost."
With his weapon broken, Luo Cheng did not dare to continue fighting. He quickly urged his horse to leave.
After watching the people of the Great Sui take Yang Lin away, Jiujiu flew away.
She drove Luo Cheng away with one move. The people of the Great Sui did not dare to stop her.
When Jiujiu returned to the tent, Yang Lin was also sent back.
However, Yang Lin was seriously injured. The Great Sui no longer had any soldiers who could fight. The front line was broken one by one like pieces of tofu.
In the last battle, Jiujiu took Yang Lin away, while the others fled in all directions.
Just like in Yang Xuan's memory, the Great Sui was gone. Yang Guang was killed by his subordinates in the palace, and Yuwen Huaji and his family were proclaimed emperors in the capital.
However, unlike history, Yang Lin was saved by her and did not die.
Yang Lin was drugged by Jiujiu. He only woke up in the room that Thirteen bought. However, what was done could not be undone. Although Yang Lin was disappointed, he did not say anything.
At this time, Jiujiu brought up the matter of her marriage to Fifteen. Although Yang Lin hesitated, he still agreed. As for Wan 'er, during the time she was alone with Thirteen, the two of them had already developed feelings for each other. Seeing that Jiujiu and Fifteen were married, she brought up the matter of their marriage.
Although Jiujiu no longer had the status of a princess, Fifteen loved and respected her. Moreover, the two of them quickly had a child after marriage. Yang Lin's thoughts shifted from the destruction of the Great Sui to the child. Every day, he played with his grandson and enjoyed himself.
The Great Sui was gone, but rebel armies were everywhere. The false information that Jiujiu gave began to take effect.
Under the lead of Nan Ke's information, the Li family of Taiyuan suffered many losses. Nan Ke, who gave them false information, almost had his head chopped off.
Although his life was saved, he did not have a single cent of his family's wealth left.
Nowadays, it was already a chaotic world. Nanke had a body full of aspirations, yet he couldn't carry them on his shoulders. He couldn't even support his family.
He was drugged and could not have children. He was neglected by the Li family and had no money. He did not have the ability to protect his life. Nan Ke's future could be imagined.
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