The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

"Your Highness! The Prince has arrived!"

Hong Shao was overjoyed. Shen Pei had arrived, and Fengsha Ferry was saved.

Shen Pei was dressed in black, wearing armor, holding a long spear, with sharp eyes and a murderous aura.

"kill!"

Shen Pei roared and thrust his spear downwards, piercing three enemies.

The thousands of troops behind him pounced on the enemy like fierce lions and beasts, tearing and crushing them in a frenzy.

In less than half an hour, the Great Zhou soldiers turned the tide and gained the upper hand.

An hour later, the battle ended, with the Great Zhou winning a great victory and the Yan state fleeing in defeat.

"Your Majesty!"

Everyone gathered around, looking at Shen Pei with a friendly expression.

Shen Pei's gaze swept over the crowd as he searched for Song Siyao's figure.

However, he still did not see Song Siyao.

He had been searching for Song Siyao since he first arrived, but there were too many enemies at the time, and he assumed that Song Siyao was killing enemies where he couldn't see her.

But as the number of enemies dwindled, and even after the Yan Kingdom was defeated, he still hadn't seen Song Siyao, and his heart began to panic.

He thought Song Siyao was injured.

Moreover, judging from the battle just now, Song Siyao would still go to the battlefield even if she was injured, unless she was seriously injured and unable to get out of bed.

Shen Pei's heart ached.

He looked at Hong Shao and asked, "Where is the princess?"

Hongshao's eyes reddened. "The princess has sacrificed herself."

"Sacrifice?" Shen Pei was stunned, his face stiff, unable to believe what Hong Shao had said.

Hong Shao explained, "In the previous battle..."

She told Shen Pei the whole story of Song Siyao's sacrifice.

Shen Pei swayed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and turned deathly pale, as if he had lost his soul.

"Your Highness!" Wei Xin called out, helping Shen Pei up.

Shen Pei gazed at the battlefield before him, where corpses lay piled high, some belonging to soldiers of the Great Zhou, others to soldiers of the Yan Kingdom.

But where is his swaying?

"Your Highness, after the last great battle, we cleaned up the battlefield and found nothing about the princess," Hongshao explained to Shen Pei, suppressing her grief.

Shen Pei withdrew his gaze, as if his body had been hollowed out.

After Song Siyao and General Jiang led their troops out of the capital, Emperor Changlong summoned him to the palace and ordered him to transfer troops from Ningzhou to Fengshadu.

The number of troops that Song Siyao and his men took from the capital was still far less than the number of troops that Yan State had sent this time, which is why Emperor Changlong had this consideration.

However, Shen Pei's troop deployment was carried out in secret, and no one else knew about it except Emperor Changlong and Shen Pei.

After receiving the order, Shen Pei secretly left the capital and sped all the way to Ningzhou. After mobilizing troops in Ningzhou, he rushed to Fengshadu without stopping.

However, he was still too late.

If he were a few days faster, he could fight alongside his rocking partner.

“Your Highness, the princess’s greatest wish before her death was to ensure the safety of Fengsha Ferry. Now that you have arrived, her wish can be fulfilled.” Hongshao tried to bolster Shen Pei’s resolve with these words.

Upon hearing this, Shen Pei's lifeless eyes turned icy cold. He released his aura and instantly became a different person, like a demon king from hell.

"Clean up the battlefield, rest, and launch a preemptive strike tomorrow!" Shen Pei gave the order and headed into the city.

Upon arriving at the military camp, Shen Pei, Hong Shao, Jiang Hexia, and Huo Ye gathered together to discuss matters.

Shen Pei asked, "Why haven't General Jiang's reinforcements arrived?"

“My father received a secret decree instructing him to garrison the area and not to continue his journey to Fengshadu.” Jiang Hexia looked at Shen Pei and asked the question that had been bothering her, “Your Highness, since the Emperor ordered you to go to Ningzhou to mobilize troops to help the Princess, why did he also order my father to stop bringing reinforcements to Fengshadu?”

Shen Pei's expression turned grave. "Are you sure it's a secret decree?"

“I’m sure.” Jiang Hexia said with certainty, “I saw palace guards standing at the entrance of the camp, and I overheard your voice from the side.”

There are so many guards in the palace, Jiang Hexia wouldn't recognize them.

As for his father-in-law's voice, it was completely indistinguishable.

However, based solely on the voices of the palace guards and eunuchs, it is not entirely certain that the decree was issued by Emperor Changlong.

Jiang Hexia and the others would use this as a basis for judgment, but Shen Pei would not. He understood Emperor Changlong; otherwise, why would he have gone to such lengths?

"Wei Xin, go investigate!" Shen Pei ordered.

"Yes, Your Highness." Wei Xin accepted the order and left.

"Your Highness, how should we fight tomorrow?" Hong Shao asked.

"Beat them to death!" Shen Pei's voice was as cold as a thousand-year-old glacier, chilling anyone who heard it to the bone. "Bring me the map!"

Hongshao took out a map, and Shen Pei immediately began to deploy his troops.

After everything was arranged and all the soldiers went to rest, Shen Pei stood on the city wall, looking out of the city.

Was his friend Yaoyao also standing alone on the city wall, looking into the distance, pondering how to win the battle and how to protect the peace of the people?

How helpless I felt back then.

She only had three thousand soldiers with her, and reinforcements never arrived. She was trapped in a predicament, isolated and helpless.

She gave her life until the very last moment, buying time for the people of Fengshadu.

If Song Siyao hadn't sacrificed her life, even if Shen Pei had brought reinforcements, it would have been useless.

Shen Pei tried to understand Song Siyao's state of mind at that time. He felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe, as if he were being pricked by thousands of needles.

"Yaoyao, in this battle, I will make the Yan Kingdom pay the price."

As for why General Jiang's reinforcements have been delayed, I will definitely find out the truth and give you an explanation.

Shake...

wait for me.

Wait until I've sorted everything out.

The next day.

Noon.

After the Zhou soldiers finished their rest, Shen Pei led them away from Fengshadu and attacked the Yan Kingdom's main camp according to plan.

Shen Pei wanted to press his advantage, catch the enemy off guard, and destroy their stronghold.

dusk.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou launched an attack.

The flames of war raged across the land, like fiery clouds on the horizon.

The sounds of fighting were deafening, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of blood.

In contrast to the chaos of war outside, the Soul-Capturing Bracelet was a place of peace and tranquility.

Song Siyao had a very, very long dream.

In her dream, she saw a little boy, about two or three years old, who looked exactly like her when she was a child.

"Yan'er, did you climb the tree again? Look at you, you're covered in sweat."

The speaker was Lady Zhenbei, who was holding a silk handkerchief and gently wiping the little boy's sweat with a loving expression.

This little boy is Song Siyan.

"Thank you, Mother." Song Siyan hugged the waist of the Lady of Zhenbei Marquis, acting coquettishly, her face full of happiness.

Song Siyan is five years old.

He was holding a large sword and was sparring with his elder brother.

"Fifth brother, I will give in to you." Song Pingwei's face was full of affection.

Song Siyan said arrogantly, "I don't need you to give in to me. You give in to me at home now, but when I go out to the battlefield in the future, the enemy won't give in to me. Big brother, treat me as an enemy and bring it on."

Song Pingwei looked at his youngest brother with admiration in his eyes, "As expected of my brother, Song Pingwei, you have ambition. If you can withstand five of my moves, you can choose any weapon I have."

"Okay, thank you, big brother." Song Siyan's eyes shone brightly; she had wanted her big brother's set of short swords for a long time.

The two brothers sparred for a short while, and Song Pingwei still couldn't defeat Song Siyan.

"Fifth brother, you won!" Song Pingwei looked at Song Siyan with admiration. Given time, his younger brother would definitely be the most skilled in martial arts in their family.

Lady Zhenbei hugged Song Siyan and kissed him on the cheek. "Yan'er is so amazing! When you grow up, you will definitely be even more amazing than your father."

Song Siyan smiled, but his clear eyes held a deep, unassuming quality.

Of course, he had to become very powerful so that he would be able to find out the truth about how his whole family was wiped out back then.

The Marquis of Zhenbei looked at Song Siyan with eyes full of worry.

He would rather his youngest son be ordinary, for he could give him a life of luxury.

If Song Siyan is too outstanding, he will inevitably be drawn into this in the future.

But some things are beyond his control.

Song Siyan was ten years old.

He once again challenged Song Pingwei to a duel.

This time, he subdued Song Pingwei in just three moves.

He stood before the Marquis of Zhenbei, his back straight, his eyes calm, and asked indifferently, "Father, I have defeated my elder brother. May I go to the battlefield with you?"

Looking at his youngest son, the Marquis of Zhenbei had no choice but to keep his promise.

“Okay, we’ll leave the capital tomorrow, and you can come with us.”

"Thank you, Father." Song Siyan's eyes were full of joy.

He was finally one step closer to his goal.