At the ti of Hai, An Jing and Xiao Changyi left Jingye City and returned to the posthouse in Xilin City.
Before leaving, An Jing happened to see Gong Juechen supporting the already drunken Ye Zhi away.
As for where they went, An Jing wasn’t worried.
She could tell that Gong Juechen truly liked Ye Zhi, deeply to his core, and he wouldn’t do anything to genuinely harm Ye Zhi, so she naturally had no reason to worry.
As soon as they returned to the posthouse, Xiao Changyi helped An Jing take a bath.
On the surface, An Jing’s hand was only slightly scabbed, but it couldn’t touch any water, as Gong Juechen had specifically instructed.
Only after helping An Jing bathe did Xiao Changyi wash himself.
When Xiao Changyi finished bathing and entered the room, he saw An Jing lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Xiao Changyi closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed, asking softly, "What are you thinking about?"
As he spoke, he took off his shoes and got onto the bed.
An Jing had only drunk a little wine and wasn’t drunk at all. Hearing Xiao Changyi’s question, she sat up, and then leaned into his embrace, which he was happy to offer.
"Husband," she called softly, clearly feeling a bit heavy-hearted.
"Hmm?"
"I thought about those corpses," she paused, "so many of them." The mont she entered Jingye City during the day, the corpses littered the ground as far as the eye could see. The intensity of it left her terribly oppressed at that mont.
Luckily, she soon saw him, saw that he was safe and sound, without a scratch, which eased so of her suffocating feelings.
Like Ye Zhi and the female soldiers, she wasn’t suited for it either.
But with her husband by her side, she hadn’t thought much about it until he went to bathe just now. Alone in the room, lying on the bed, the vast expanse of corpses ca rushing back to her mind, and her mood sank again.
"Afraid?" Xiao Changyi had fought for many years, seen countless corpses, even seen hundreds of thousands of them; he was long used to these sights, so he didn’t quite understand An Jing’s current feelings, he could only guess.
An Jing shook her head, "No, it’s just that my mood feels a bit oppressed, like I can’t breathe."
She paused and then asked, "Husband, don’t we have a better solution?"
The Emperor of Chilin must be killed.
But leveling Chilin... in other words, making Chilin part of Xiyun, causing Chilin to disappear, and beco Xiyun’s.
At the mont, An Jing was thinking about how to resolve this without warfare. That way, not so many people would die. Truly, far too many people had died.
But to resolve this without warfare, how easy would it be?
The Chilin Kingdom is even slightly larger than Xiyun, and the Emperor of Chilin is its ruler; aside from warfare, there seems to be no other way.
Xiao Changyi said nothing, only held An Jing a little tighter. He didn’t want war either, but there was no choice.
An Jing knew this too, leaning silently in Xiao Changyi’s arms, remaining silent the whole ti.
It wasn’t until she thought of a way to reduce the number of deaths that her eyes brightened, and she exclaid urgently, "Husband, aren’t they extrely superstitious here? We can use this."
"Hmm?"
"Make the whole world believe that Xiyun is destined to conquer Chilin, that Xiyun conquering Chilin is not only to avenge the nation and family but also to follow the will of heaven. If everyone believes it is heaven’s will, then the Chilin civilians won’t resist, and will willingly beco citizens of Xiyun, loyal to Xiyun." An Jing was especially excited.
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