This villain has become a ghost

Song Zhiyi took her to the foot of the mountain next to the training ground, and tied heavy sandbags on both of their legs.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and a gentle breeze blew, providing shade. Song Zhiyi pointed to the top of the mountain and said to her:

"Today, I'll accompany you to the top of the mountain. We estimate that we should be able to come down before sunset."

Yue Liuyun looked up at the towering mountain, gave himself a firm cheering gesture, and said, "...Okay."

Before she could take two steps, suddenly, the ground shook not far away, and a loud male voice pierced through the deafening footsteps.

"Gather quickly and be quick. Coach Han will be waiting for you at the top of the mountain. He will write down your names one by one. You must come down before sunset, otherwise... just go home."

"set off!"

"Yes!"

The huge team ran hurriedly to the top of the mountain. Each of them carried a huge sandbag. Their steps were heavy but powerful. Most of them were tall and strong.

Yue Liuyun stared blankly at the scene in front of her, her heart touched. It was not until Song Zhiyi pulled her that she came to her senses.

"Those are soldiers from the camp," Song Zhiyi said as he quickly stretched his muscles. "Let's take another route so we don't run into them."

"Okay, let's go." Yue Liuyun took a deep breath and walked up the mountain with heavy steps.

The mountain path was rugged, and the sandbags seemed particularly redundant, but they were a good way to temper one's will and build physical strength. Yue Liuyun gritted her teeth and was able to keep up with Song Zhiyi's pace at first, but as the altitude increased, she gradually felt tired, and each step felt more difficult.

Song Zhiyi slowed down his pace and asked with concern: "If you feel too tired, you can take a rest first. There is no need to rush."

Yue Liuyun's sweat continued to pour out, soaking his clothes. His face was pale and his lips were slightly dry. He held on to a tree and walked a few more steps with gritted teeth.

"I'm fine, continue."

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on the winding path, creating mottled light and shadows.

Song Zhiyi handed her the water bag.

She looked particularly calm and relaxed, and her physical strength was much better than Yue Liuyun.

The cool water flowed down Yue Liuyun's throat, which was about to smoke, slightly relieving her discomfort.

"Who?!"

At this moment, Song Zhiyi's eyes suddenly became stern, and murderous intent suddenly burst out from his cold eyebrows. The dagger in his hand was thrown out with force, and the sharp tip of the knife embedded in a tree not far away, and a few dead leaves fell with it.

Yue Liuyun: “!!!”

Song Zhiyi quickly removed the sandbag from his leg, protected Yue Liuyun behind him, and said coldly, "You've followed us all the way here. Who are you?"

There was a slight movement behind the tree trunk, and a figure quickly flashed out.

"Lord Wu'an Hou, calm down. There's no need to be so excited. It's your subordinate."

Feng Ning said with a helpless smile.

He took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, carefully pulled out the dagger that was deeply embedded in the tree trunk through it, and handed it to Song Zhiyi.

Yue Liuyun felt relieved.

It turned out to be him again.

That's fine.

Song Zhiyi glanced at him suspiciously, then suppressed his murderous aura. He took the dagger and asked, "So it's you. Why are you following us?"

Feng Ning quickly clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "In reply to Lord Wu'an, I am following His Majesty's orders to protect Miss Yue."

Song Zhiyi was slightly surprised and seemed to be thinking about something.

Feng Ning was the Emperor's personal bodyguard, highly skilled in martial arts and deeply trusted by the Emperor. Surprisingly... he had been assigned to protect her. No wonder the Concubine Xian trusted her so much; she truly was the Emperor's special accomplice planted in General Qiming's mansion, and she was held in high esteem.

Yue Liuyun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "General, let him continue to follow us. Let's continue walking."

"it is good."

Although he had many doubts in his heart, Song Zhiyi always knew his limits and did not ask too many questions.

The footsteps and shouts of the soldiers not far away gradually faded away. Song Zhiyi and Yue Liuyun looked at each other and continued to move forward, while Feng Ning hid in the dark again.

Sweat wet all the hair on his forehead and slowly flowed down to his chin. Yue Liuyun felt his legs trembling, but he remained silent, gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Song Zhiyi looked at Yue Liuyun with admiration.

Although she had poor physical strength, she had the resilience and perseverance to continue to persevere. She was much better than those people she saw in the military camp, who were obviously strong but always cut corners in training.

Yue Liuyun wiped the sweat off his face once more and asked, "...General, was your training also this difficult before?"

Song Zhiyi's eyes flashed, and his memory slowly went back to the past.

"Although my father was a military commander, I inherited my mother's appearance and physical strength. My strength is no different from that of an ordinary girl, and even weaker than that of a man."

Yue Liuyun knew her life experience and was also aware that her mother was the most beautiful woman in Dongdu at that time. Unfortunately, she died of complications during childbirth when giving birth to Song Zhiyi and left the world early.

Thinking of her mother, her cool and beautiful features softened slightly.

"When my father learned that I wanted to join the army, he gave me his full support."

"But his old friends all lamented, 'How could I... be born a girl, and not even resemble my father at all? Not only will the Song family's lineage end with me, but I'll also have to embarrass myself in the military camp with this body."

"They said that with my looks, I shouldn't waste my time in the military camp. Instead, I should become a qualified lady from a noble family. Then all the handsome men in Dongdu will fall in love with me."

Upon hearing this, Yue Liuyun frowned, smiled indifferently and coldly, and a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

always like this.

This is the way the world is. A man's value can be many things, but a woman's value is just to be a beautiful but fragile vase for people to admire.

Yue Liuyun panted, speaking seriously and firmly, word by word:

“They are wrong.”

Song Zhiyi pulled Yue Liuyun and said:

"That's exactly what I think."

Some people thought that she would use her father's power to seek personal gain, while others thought that the eldest daughter was just in a whim and wanted to have some fun, but would give up soon.

"...They also advised my father to remarry, saying that it would be best if he could have a son."

"Fortunately, my father only had my mother in his heart and did not remarry. Instead, he gave me great encouragement and let me work hard in the military camp. I have reached my current position step by step through my own efforts."

Everyone's doubts and difficulties are like hurdles and challenges.

“To this day, I not only won, I won big.”

Song Zhiyi smiled gently, as stubborn as an eagle in the sky and as calm as a spring on the ground, and said:

"I am a woman and I look like my mother, and I have always been proud of it."