The Killer's Cleansing Manual

Under Ye Xiurong's strong suggestion, Qi Yili finally agreed to let him go to the expedition. With his status as the Grand Marshal, no civil or military official in the court dared to say anything more.

After the court session, Ye Xiurong went back with a sullen face to pack up his things and prepare for the expedition.

Ye Xi and Liu He had dressed up early and were waiting at the door. Ye Xiurong looked around and saw that Ye Lang was nowhere to be found. His heart sank. "Where's Ye Lang?"

Seeing this, his deputy stepped forward awkwardly: "Reply Marshal..."

Ye Xiurong stopped him with a look: "Forget it, I'll go ask it myself!"

He strode into Ye Lang's yard, still having a glimmer of hope in his heart, but when he really saw Ye Lang pretending to be sick on the couch, all his expectations were dashed.

"...You, are you really not going to go with me into battle today?"

Ye Lang thought that his plan with Ji Shihan was flawless. Although his father's face looked very scary at the moment, he still kept his mouth straight and held on.

"...My child...I really want to follow my father to the battle, but unfortunately, last night..."

"Enough!" Ye Xiurong could no longer bear these hypocritical lies and shouted.

Ye Lang felt aggrieved, thinking that Ye Xiurong's patience with him was running out, so he selfishly blamed Ye Xi, believing that it was because she frequently complained to her father that Ye Xiurong became more and more impatient with him.

"Father..."

Ye Xiurong's mood was thrown high into the sky, but it hung on the treetops, not falling. He gripped the back of the chair tightly, his arms trembling slightly, and finally sighed.

"Since you are bedridden, you should take good care of yourself."

He turned his head, his cold and sharp gaze piercing through the dim sunlight in the room and falling on Ye Lang's sickly face, as if he had seen through all his thoughts.

"We are going to the battle, you stay at home and take care of yourself."

Ye Lang did not notice his father's sorrow, but instead breathed a sigh of relief: "I respectfully send you off, father. You have been a little bitch..."

Before he could finish his words, Ye Xiurong slammed the door open and walked out without looking back.

Ye Lang was lying on the bed, suddenly feeling cold and lonely.

Father Marshal didn't even say a word of concern. He was so angry just because he couldn't go and risk his life with him? He really worked too hard for this Qi family!

Only when the big thing is accomplished, Father will be able to see clearly who is capable of shouldering the responsibility of supporting the Ye family!

Ye Xiurong's expression of grief completely subsided after he mounted the horse. He held the reins and looked ahead.

"Let's go!"

After a deep voice gave the order, the Ye family led 50,000 Qingcang soldiers to leave the capital in a mighty force.

Qi Yili stood at Tianmen Pass, overlooking the mighty army, and suddenly chuckled. Qi Zhaomian looked over, his eyes questioning.

Qi Yili turned sideways, as respectful as before: "My royal brother just feels that Ji Shihan is really arrogant, but also ignorant. If he had witnessed the grace of the Qing Cang Army, how could he dare to care about something that does not belong to him."

Qi Zhaomian raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Why, you seem to have a lot more confidence now."

Qi Yili stood up and looked at the people lining the avenue to see him off. Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. "If the emperor had done nothing, if my sister and I were incompetent, the people and officials would have naturally become disunited. But my sister, look, the unity between the army and the people is enough to prove their support."

Qi Zhaomian nodded, and in his heart he was quite impressed: "It seems that now you know to whom this world belongs."

Qi Yili nodded heavily: "The world belongs to everyone in the world, it belongs to the people."

Qi Zhaomian nodded approvingly and didn't say anything else.

He has made some progress in the past two years. Being able to understand this truth makes him better than countless people.

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Five thousand Qingcang soldiers walked in front as the vanguard, while Ye Xi and Liu He followed Ye Xiurong. After leaving the capital for dozens of miles, the two took advantage of the time to rest in the forest to change clothes, and then bid farewell to Ye Xiurong, sneaked back to the capital, and temporarily lived in the small courtyard arranged for them by Qi Zhaomian, which was also near the White Horse Temple.

Ye Xiurong went straight to Ju'nan Pass and guarded the gate tightly. No matter how Lu Han challenged him, he hung up the white flag and refused to fight.

Two months had passed since this incident, and the Spring Festival was approaching with preparations well underway.

The rules of this ceremony were changed. All military officers could participate, but only a few civil officials could accompany them. Although many ministers felt that this was inconsistent with the previous etiquette, Qi Yili still did not change his mind.

Qi Zhen and Bai Shu, who had been keeping a close eye on the rebels in Songyun Mountain, also sent back a message saying that they were ready to go and would probably be ready to set off at dawn tomorrow.

The night before the festival, there was no bright moon in the sky, and dark clouds covered the sky, making people feel gloomy.

Qi Zhaomian was leaning against the window, distracted by the news from Bai Shu and Qi Zhen.

Lin Shanjuan ran back from the shooting range quickly. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Qi Zhaomian looking at him as if she was frightened. He couldn't help but feel soft-hearted and quickly walked up to her.

"What are you thinking, did I scare you?"

Qi Zhaomian snuggled into her arms and put his arm around her waist. "Qi Zhen and Bai Shu sent word that they're going to take action tonight. You must be careful tonight."

Lin Shanjuan patted the back of her head: "As you command. Is there anything else you would like to tell me, Your Highness?"

Qi Zhaomian nodded, then quickly shook his head, and finally looked up at her: "There are many things I want to tell you, but I feel that you are so meticulous that you can think of them without any reminders. If I tell you too much, it will seem like I don't trust you."

Lin Shan smiled tiredly, bent down and kissed her forehead: "How could that be? I know you trust me, but I also know you worry about me. I like to hear your instructions, I like to be cared about by you, no matter what you say, I love to listen to it."

Qi Zhaomian also smiled: "Really? Then... Lin Shanjuan is an idiot."

Lin Shanjuan couldn't help laughing and pinched her earlobe as punishment: "Have you learned bad habits?"

Qi Zhaomian closed his eyes in a state of enjoyment: "He who keeps company with vermilion becomes red, and he who keeps company with ink becomes black."

Lin Shanjuan quickly answered: "Then I must be Zhu!"

Qi Zhaomian laughed out loud, opened his eyes, and looked at her softly: "Yes, you are a pig."

Lin Shanjuan: ...It was obvious that she had never used her cleverness in this area before.

Qi Zhaomian smiled even more happily, especially when she saw the helpless yet indulgent look in Lin Shanjuan's eyes as he let her make fun of her, which made her feel even happier.

She leaned against Lin Shanjuan's lower abdomen again: "Don't get hurt. After this is over, remember to send someone to come to the White Horse Temple to report to me that you are safe."

Lin Shanjuan agreed, and to lighten the mood, he asked, "If I do a good job, will Her Royal Highness the Princess give me a reward?"

Qi Zhaomian closed his eyes and nodded: "Yes, of course. What do you want?"

Lin Shanjuan possessed her and whispered a few words in her ear. Qi Zhaomian's face suddenly turned red, and she even threw Lin Shanjuan away.

"You! Lin Shanjuan!"

Lin Shanjuan smiled triumphantly, as if in revenge for her "piggy remarks" just now, which made Qi Zhaomian feel helpless.

"If I do a good job, reward me like this." Lin Shanjuan emphasized.

Qi Zhaomian's fingers pinched the fabric, his face flushed, and after a long while he finally uttered two words: "Go quickly."

Not refusing means agreeing.

Lin Shanjuan covered his lips with his hands and chuckled, then responded, closed the door and left, looking back every few steps.

Qi Zhaomian raised her gaze as the door closed. She sat there in a daze for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and ran to the window. When she opened the window, Lin Shanjuan was walking away with his back to her.

Qi Zhaomian didn't know what was going on. She felt as if her heart was being gradually drained away. A feeling of panic took advantage of the situation and made her suddenly feel lost.

Juan'er, I can promise you no matter what. As long as you return safely, you can stay with me for the rest of your life.