Shocking! Five men are in love with the same woman!

He Jingchuan's expression froze at this moment.

His eyes widened, filled with astonishment, and he stared intently at the person in front of him without blinking.

He felt his breath catch in his throat.

My heart was pounding, each beat carrying a powerful shock.

He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

His eyes revealed deep respect and admiration.

He was so excited that he could not contain himself, and an expression of almost worship appeared on his face.

His gaze became incredibly intense; in his eyes, she was a goddess at that moment.

It was his only faith in this life, the god he was willing to follow and protect for the rest of his life.

Ling Yan looked at the changes in his expression and felt a little guilty.

She's just a plagiarist, can you please stop looking at her like that?

So she explained, "Whether it's the poem from last time or this one, I saw them at someone else's place. They weren't written by me. Please don't misunderstand."

Her expression and tone were incredibly sincere, and she looked at him with a serious and earnest expression, trying her best to convince him of her words.

Whether He Jingchuan believed it or not, he smiled softly and said, "Weren't we out to admire the moon? Let's continue."

Ling Yan shook her head and chuckled silently.

It seems he didn't believe it at all!

But she couldn't explain it clearly either.

Fine, if I can't explain it clearly, then I won't.

It doesn't really matter anyway.

At this moment, He Jingchuan was thinking to himself: Why did he feel more and more unworthy of her? She was so radiant and talented, and he felt ashamed of himself.

But she didn't think he was ordinary at all. Now that she was his wife, he would cherish her even more and live up to her high regard.

At this moment, Lingyan looked at him, and he appeared even more gentle and warm under the moonlight.

She recalled the rumors about him, unsure whether they were true or false.

At that moment, she wanted to know him better, so she asked softly, "Can you tell me about your past?"

He Jingchuan's heart trembled upon hearing this.

Things from the past?

How long has it been since he dared to think about it?

Seeing his momentarily gloomy and sorrowful expression, Lingyan quickly said softly, "If it would cause you sadness, there's no need to say anything."

He Jingchuan shook his head slightly and smiled, "No, you are already my wife, so I will have nothing to hold back from you."

Lingyan didn't want to force him, but seeing that he had already made up his mind, she didn't say anything and quietly listened to his deep, calm voice recount his past.

“My father was the Marquis of Xuanwu, a first-rank official, and I have two older brothers. Our family is full of military officers, a true family of military generals. Therefore, it was only natural for my father and two older brothers to join the army.”

“But I’m an outlier, unlike everyone in my family. Firstly, I feel that since everyone in my family is a military general, I don’t need to become one myself, so I can develop in the direction I like.”

"Secondly, I love reading, I love it very much, I'm basically always reading. I want to pass the imperial examination and become a civil official. My father named me Jingchuan because he wanted me to bring peace to the world and be as open-minded as the ocean, so that I could be like him and my two older brothers and quickly establish peace and stability in the world."

"But when my father and brothers learned that I loved reading and wanted to become the top scholar, they tried to dissuade me, but in the end they did not force me. They let me do as I wished, and even hired famous teachers to teach me and searched for books all over the world, just to follow my wishes and fulfill my dream."

At this point, his expression was a mixture of joy and nostalgia, as well as sadness and desolation.

Lingyan held his hand, looking at him with a heavy heart.

It's a pity that such a good father and brothers are no longer here.

He Jingchuan took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

He continued calmly, almost with self-restraint, "Although I will be a civil official in the future, I still have to practice martial arts every day, and I also have to study military strategy. So I am either studying or studying every day, and I don't have a single spare moment."

Hearing him say this, Lingyan felt that her father must have made two preparations.

One possibility is that he and his two sons are all well, in which case He Jingchuan can naturally pursue his career as a civil servant.

Another reason is that after they sacrificed their lives for the country, the lineage of Marquis Xuanwu would not be left without successors, and the 400,000-strong He family army would be left without a leader.

Therefore, he taught him these skills for military commanders in advance.

He Jingchuan, at such a young age, had to excel in both literary and martial arts in order to grow into such a remarkable and outstanding person.

He Jingchuan continued, "Finally, when I was fourteen, I felt confident about the imperial examination, so I took the exam and won the top score. I thought that from then on I could naturally enter the court as a civil official."

Lingyan knew that a turning point in her fate was approaching.

It revealed its cruelest side at that moment.

He Jingchuan's voice gradually choked up, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of sorrow.

"But just after I returned from riding my horse through the streets in high spirits, full of pride and joy, I learned that my father and brothers had died heroically in battle on the frontier, sacrificing their lives for the country. My mother was devastated by the news and, under the shock, gave birth to my younger brother prematurely, but unfortunately died of postpartum hemorrhage."

At this moment, his eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked like a lonely figure swallowed by darkness, his face filled with pain.

At this moment, tears finally became uncontrollable and streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string, overwhelmed with grief.

His face appeared exceptionally pale and fragile in the moonlight.

Lingyan tenderly wiped away his tears, saying nothing, and simply held him in her arms, offering silent comfort.

It took He Jingchuan a long time to calm down before he continued in a hoarse voice, "At that time, I was still wearing the red official robes of the newly appointed top scholar. I stood outside my mother's room and saw those basins of blood being brought out. They were so glaringly red, even redder than my official robes."

"In the end, I stayed by my mother's bedside, and all I got from her was a simple 'I'm sorry for your suffering' before she passed away. I knew what my mother meant. She knew that from now on I could no longer live under the protection of my father and brothers, and I could no longer do whatever I wanted."

“I had to support this family, support the 400,000-strong army, and support the Great Zhao, but I felt it was my duty and I had no resentment in my heart. So I abandoned my studies to join the army, and after hastily burying my mother, I entrusted my newborn brother to my grandmother to raise.”

“From that day on, I took off my scholar’s ​​robe and put on armor, and I have never taken it off since.”

Lingyan was already in tears, her heart aching terribly.

She already knew what happened next.

That year, he rode alone to the frontier and took over the 400,000-strong army left by his father and brother.

In his first battle, his extraordinary wisdom and courage instilled fear in the enemy, causing them to flee in disarray.

He not only avenged his father and brother, but also established a formidable reputation among the seven kingdoms, making a name for himself.

He was only fourteen years old that year, yet he was already famous throughout seven kingdoms.

Everyone says he is a genius, a son of a military family.

But no one felt sorry for him who buried his dreams that year, no one felt sorry for him who lost his literary heart at such a young age.

No one felt sorry for him, who had just lost his father, brother, and mother; no one felt sorry for him, who carried the heavy burden of 400,000 troops on his shoulders.

Later, when his younger brother He Jin'an was five years old, he lost his grandmother, and from then on, the two brothers depended on each other for survival.

As for the other relatives, they only know how to leech off others; not one of them is genuinely concerned for them.

Therefore, He Jingchuan completely severed ties with these relatives, cut off all contact, and refused to acknowledge them at all.

For eight whole years, he was the guardian deity of the Great Zhao.

Every expedition was like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath, invincible and without a single defeat.

Those glorious achievements, like brilliant stars, illuminated the sky of Dazhao and were deeply imprinted in the hearts of every Dazhao citizen.

He became the brightest young man in the Great Zhao Dynasty, a great hero in the hearts of many.

Lingyan felt incredibly sorry for him at that moment.

Very strange.

She didn't love him, but she felt sorry for him.

Isn't it said that the highest form of love is heartache?

But she knew perfectly well that she didn't love him, yet she truly felt sorry for him.

So heartbroken, she couldn't help but hug him tightly and cry softly.