Cannon fodder and female supporting role, a match made in heaven

When the emperor passed away, the princes and princesses had no time to grieve. Instead, they had to choose someone to present the imperial seal as soon as possible.

Not only will those who surrender be labeled as traitors, they are also most likely to be killed by the enemy first.

No one was willing to take the lead, but now someone volunteered and the palace fell silent for a moment.

The prince and Jiamin said in unison: "No."

Huimin smiled calmly: "Only if we surrender, the Yan army will not take it out on the people. I am the Princess of Dazhao, and I eat the people's salary. Now the people are living in misery, and I am a person with a short life. I should do something."

Her voice was so powerful that it made everyone feel ashamed and guilty.

The prince said: "If that is the case, as the prince, there is no reason for me to retreat."

Jiamin also said: "I am also a princess, let me go."

The queen made the final decision: "Forget it, let Princess Huimin go to surrender."

"Mother..." The prince wanted to argue but was stopped by the queen.

The prince was a little angry and picked up the national seal and prepared to leave.

The queen said sternly, "Send the prince back to the bedroom for me."

"Who dares to touch me?"

"Who dares to disobey my orders?"

The prince was carried back to his bedroom, shedding tears of humiliation and anxiety.

When Concubine Shu heard the news, she almost fainted. Huimin asked Jiamin to take good care of her and returned to her own palace.

Shen Zhaozhao was waiting in the bedroom when she suddenly heard the death knell.

For a moment, she actually felt as if her soul was being torn away from her body.

Huimin rushed towards the room. Shen Zhaozhao didn't know what she was going to do, so he followed her.

Shen Zhaozhao saw that she tied the sleeve arrow tightly on her arm and covered it tightly with her sleeve.

Seeing Tuanrong looking at her, Huimin smiled and patted its head: "You must behave well when following Ayi from now on, got it?"

Shen Zhaozhao didn't understand Huimin's words for a moment. Didn't Huimin like Tuanrong very much? Why did she give it to Jiamin to raise?

She thought about it for a while and suddenly had a bad feeling, but when she looked again, Huimin was no longer in the house, so she quickly chased after her.

Shen Zhaozhao followed Huimin to the gate of the city wall. The gate opened briefly and then closed tightly.

Shen Zhaozhao was isolated inside, she quickly changed direction and climbed onto the city wall.

Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell from the silver-gray sky. Huimin stepped on the thick snow, leaving behind a trail of footprints.

Her back looked very thin. In such a cold winter, she didn't even wear a cloak, which seemed like she was throwing everything for nothing.

When the Third Prince of Yan saw that it was her who came out, he raised his eyes, looked up at the city wall, and said sarcastically: "Are all the men of Dazhao dead? They are hiding behind a woman."

The princes behind the city wall looked at each other, then turned their eyes away tacitly.

Huimin carefully raised the national seal and said calmly and firmly: "The fourth princess of Dazhao, Xiao Qingwu, comes to offer her surrender."

The third prince rode his horse closer with a look of disdain in his eyes. He leaned over to take the imperial seal, but before he could see it clearly, the arrow pierced his heart. His body stiffened for a moment and severe pain came from his heart.

He looked at his wound that was oozing black blood, his eyes bloodshot.

In my ears I could hear the sound of more arrows whizzing past and piercing the woman's chest, and blood quickly soaked her thin clothes.

There was gradually a little relief in his unwilling eyes.

This woman can't survive.

With the national seal in his hands, there will only be Yan State and no more Da Zhao from now on. He will still be a great contributor to the expansion of Yan State's territory.

That feeling of soul being pulled out came again. Shen Zhaozhao opened his eyes wide and watched Huimin fall down softly.

The illusion is coming to an end.

She knew that the heroine of this story would die. Ever since Huimin fell ill and she had been sweating profusely to resist the increasingly frequent heart palpitations, Shen Zhaozhao had been waiting for this ending.

But she didn't expect that Huimin would die like this, so bravely and fearlessly.

The pain of being pierced by thousands of arrows did not make her shed a single tear.

The third prince fell to the ground with a bang from his horse. He looked into the woman's eyes and saw a smile in her eyes.

He felt something was wrong and used his last bit of strength to look at the national seal in his hand.

In just a moment, his eyes were filled with anger. They actually dared to lie to him.

He closed his eyes reluctantly.

A soldier dismounted to check on the Third Prince's injuries: "Oh no! His Highness is dead!"

For a time, the Yan army was in chaos.

At this moment, Queen Da Zhao stood on the city wall with the real national seal in her hand.

"The national seal is here, the Great Zhao is here!"

The enemy was leaderless and their formation was in disarray. The Dazhao soldiers opened the city gates and rushed out like a hot knife through butter.

Soldiers lined up, horses neighed, and broken swords and spears were half-hidden in the white snow.

The Dazhao army was outnumbered, but the blood-stained soldiers still put up a stubborn resistance.

Suddenly, the army's shouts of killing shook the sky, and more soldiers rushed in, as fierce as thunder and as sweeping as a hurricane.

Yu Si, wearing black clothes and silver armor, holding a silver spear in the wind, galloped at the front of the team.

"It's General Yu! Prince Lu is back with reinforcements!"

Lu Yan saw that familiar figure in the red and white.

His whole body was cold, and he staggered off the horse. After falling to the ground, he quickly got up again: "How could it be... not..."

Tuanrong's strong sense of autonomy pulled Shen Zhaozhao out of his body.

She saw the small white figure jump off the city wall, squatting beside Huimin and licking her face.

It may not know that its owner is dead, or it may know.

Chu Yu appeared beside Lu Yan, also turning into his original appearance.

It should be now.

Shen Zhaozhao quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen from her eyes and ran down the city wall.

Chu Yu slowly squatted down, propped his chin on his elbow, tilted his head slightly to look at Lu Yan, and said leisurely:

"She's dead. This is something that happened to you in the past. Think about when you most want to change it. We will help you realize your wish."

He drew a formation, instantly splitting the surroundings into two spaces.

Lu Yan saw scenes of him and Huimin together.

He has remembered everything. He is Marquis Anyuan more than 20 years later.

"Master..." He naturally recognized Chu Yu.

Chu Yu said in a bewitching voice: "Drop a drop of blood, and from now on, you can see the scene you want."

Lu Yan picked up Huimin's body and gently called out "A Wu."

He bit his finger without hesitation and dripped blood onto the formation.

Chu Yu smiled with satisfaction and also dropped a drop of blood into the formation.

Shen Zhaozhao did not hesitate and decisively dripped the blood from his finger on it.

The formation emitted a blinding light. Lu Yan closed his eyes tightly and began to recall the moment he regretted the most.

As if time had stopped, the snowflakes stayed in mid-air, there was silence all around, and then they broke into pieces.

Time began to flow backwards.