Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

The spring in Beiyan is not as warm as that in Yujing. New Year's Eve has just passed and the snow on the eaves of Qingjie has not completely melted yet. Bright red window paper-cuts and couplets are pasted on the doors and windows, and everywhere is filled with joy.

This was the most lively New Year celebrated by the people of Beiyan since the fall of their country.

Ever since Qi Yu entered Beiyan, he said he wanted to restore the country, but no one believed him.

What's more, a boy, even if he is a prince, is still a boy. How can he sit on the throne and be worshipped by thousands of people?

Even though the Beiyan people lost their country, they still looked down on me deep down.

It took Qi Yu a lot of effort to go from being ostracized in the beginning to having him obey his orders in everything.

He does things not by being kind, but by being cruel.

He didn't expect to use the little kindness he had left to please these people who looked down on him from the bottom of their hearts.

Qi Yu had been in the army almost all the time for two years, leading his army to retake Beiyan's occupied territories one by one. He also fought with other countries, recruited their soldiers, and expanded the territory.

In just two years, the 300,000 troops that Qi Yu promised to Jiang Que had unknowingly expanded to 500,000.

A battle had just ended. Qi Yu was accidentally pierced through the chest by an arrow from an enemy general and was recuperating in the tent.

Just as the bleeding stopped, a soldier came to report.

"Your Highness, there is a letter from Yujing."

"real!!?"

Qi Yu's shoulders were bare. The military doctor was applying medicine and bandaging Qi Yu. Hearing this, his originally exhausted expression suddenly brightened up.

Without caring about the wound, he took the envelope and opened it carefully.

It was just a few words that could be read at a glance, but Qi Yu stared at the contents of the letter, carefully pondering every word in his mind.

Every word weighs a thousand pounds.

Not sure if it was because of excitement or the pain in the wound, Qi Yu's hands were shaking as he held the letter.

He carefully placed the letter on his chest through the bandages and said to the general who had been guarding the door, "Gather the troops, let's...attack Yujing."

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"His Majesty!!"

Jiang Que, who was playing chess in the imperial garden, suddenly heard a shrill shout.

The chief eunuch hurried over, wiped his sweat, and said without even taking a breath: "Your Majesty, the three armies have reported that the Beiyan army is marching south with great momentum and is about to attack Yujing City."

In the past two years, the remnants of the Northern Goose have made rapid progress and formed an unstoppable military force. Not only have they recovered their former territories, they have also launched wars against the countries that once joined forces to attack them, and have won every battle.

Now it's Yujing's turn.

The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is.

Jiang Que sat leisurely, picked up a black chess piece calmly and placed it on the chessboard. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows: "So fast?"

"Your Majesty..." The chief eunuch was almost dying of anxiety.

The fight is almost at your doorstep, and you are still so leisurely.

When the country is destroyed, you, as the emperor, will die the most miserable death.

"Oh, then let him come." Jiang Que put down the chess piece and drank another cup of tea. His dark eyes looked at the scenery not far away and finally fell on a peach tree.

Lips slightly raised.

The peach blossoms are in bloom this year.

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Two years is neither long nor short.

Enough for a boy to grow into a man.

As Qi Yu grew older, his facial features lost their childishness and became sharp.

He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, an upright posture, and was riding majestically on a horse in a suit of silver armor. His brows had become gloomy and cold after the killings on the battlefield.

She is very different from the petite and delicate girl she was two years ago, but she seems to be exuding a unique masculine charm all the time.

Jiang Que stood on the city wall, took off his yellow robe and wore a purple robe. He looked down at the man holding a spear in front of the army below the city, his eyes also fixed on him.

Just like when we first met.

Jiang Que sat steadily on the teahouse with the posture of a sage, and at first glance he saw the disheveled young man tied with iron chains downstairs.

The same is true for young people.