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

Thinking of this, he took one last, reluctant look at her, standing gracefully in the main hall.

That one glance seemed to etch her image deep into his heart, filled with endless longing and reluctance.

His gaze slowly roamed over her body.

Her magnificent attire accentuated her nobility and aloofness.

She is like a flower blooming on a cliff top, beautiful yet unattainable.

He also noticed that her eyes revealed an eagerness.

That anxious gaze was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart.

His heart sank into endless darkness in an instant.

It seems she really desperately wanted him to die.

That's right, Lingyan's inner monologue was indeed: "Hurry up and die, why aren't you dead yet? I need to get rid of the curse so I can remove it!"

Her indifference and eagerness filled him with endless despair.

At that moment, there was no greater sorrow than the despair of a broken heart.

He slowly closed his eyes, and in that instant, his world was plunged into darkness.

His breathing gradually became weaker, and the breath of life was slowly slipping away.

At the last moment, a tear rolled down his cheek.

That tear was his final farewell to this world, his last lingering affection for Lingyan.

The tear slid slowly down his cheek, landing on the cold ground and splashing up a tiny drop of water.

His body gradually grew cold, and the flame of his life was extinguished completely at that moment.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness.

The body of King Bei Li lay quietly in the hall, like an abandoned doll, lonely and helpless.

His life ended just like that, disappearing into the long river of history with endless regrets and pain.

Lingyan showed no reaction whatsoever to his death.

Her eyes remained cold, as if the departure of the Northern King was nothing more than a trivial matter to her.

Her heart was filled with relief and excitement, because the poison that had plagued her for so long could finally be cured.

Her face immediately showed an eager expression, and without the slightest hesitation, she immediately slashed her left wrist.

The sharp blade left a shallow cut on her fair skin, and blood gushed out instantly.

She seemed oblivious to the pain, her eyes fixed on the wound as she forced the Gu worms out along the meridians.

The worms struggled inside her body, as if unwilling to be expelled like this.

Ling Yan gritted her teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

But her eyes were filled with determination; she knew this was her only chance to get rid of the poison.

Finally, the tiny worm crawled out of her wound.

Upon seeing this, Lingyan threw the Gu worm on the ground without hesitation and then lit it with a tinderbox.

The worms struggled in the flames, making a hissing sound, and soon turned to ashes.

Lingyan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this; the curse was finally lifted.

Her heart was filled with joy and relief, as if a heavy mountain had been lifted from her shoulders.

She then quickly and skillfully bandaged her wrist.

The white gauze wrapped around her wrists contrasted sharply with her pale face.

After bandaging her wound, Lingyan left the main hall without looking back.

He didn't glance at the Northern King once more, showing no concern for him whatsoever.

They didn't care how his body would be torn apart by the soldiers of the Great Zhao afterward.

After all, in her view, this was all rightfully hers to the King of Bei Li.

As she stepped out of the main hall, sunlight streamed through the clouds, bathing her in its glow and brightening her spirits.

Her figure appeared exceptionally tall in the sunlight.

Then, with firm and powerful steps, he left that place.

With that, all grudges were settled.

Smoke and clouds have dispersed, and the past has turned to dust.

The storm has passed, and the dust has settled.

...............

Now that the poison has been neutralized, Shen Qingchen no longer needs to linger in the Southern Frontier.

Lingyan immediately wrote a letter urging him to return directly to Dazhao.

The overall situation in the Northern Li region is already settled; only the finishing touches remain, so there's no need for him anymore.

Therefore, it would be better to let him return to Dazhao as soon as possible.

After sending the letter, Lingyan got busy.

Of course, Lu Yanqing, Chu Xiyao, the Ninth Princess, and Jiang Muxue were also busy.

So it wasn't until the moon was high in the sky that Lingyan finally met up with her two best friends whom she hadn't seen for more than half a year.

At that time, Lingyan was waiting for them in a grand hall in the palace.

As soon as the two stepped into the main hall, Lingyan couldn't wait to turn her gaze towards them.

One of them was dressed in a blue outfit, and the other in red armor.

The Ninth Princess, dressed in a blue outfit, had a cold and stern face, and her eyes revealed a resolute determination.

Her long hair was tied up high, and a long sword was at her waist. The scabbard was inlaid with gems, which shimmered in the candlelight.

His steps were firm and powerful, each step seemingly carrying immense force.

Jiang Muxue, dressed in red armor, was heroic and valiant, her eyes filled with a murderous aura.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and the red tassel on her helmet fluttered slightly in the wind.

She held a long spear in her hand, its tip gleaming with a cold light, as if it could pierce through anything.

Seeing that they possessed a newfound resolve and a fierce, battlefield aura compared to before, Lingyan felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

Today, they are all capable of taking on significant responsibilities on their own.

They exude an aura that commands respect.

That's the temperament that comes from being tempered by countless battles.

Lingyan looked at them, her heart filled with pride and satisfaction.

So she quickly went up to them and hugged them tightly.

With tears glistening in her eyes, she smiled and said to them, "My little Jiu and little Xue, it's been a long time. Congratulations on finally becoming renowned female generals and war goddesses. You have fulfilled your wish to bring glory to women all over the world and become role models for them, making them proud of you. You have also realized the wishes and ambitions you made back then. Now that your dreams have come true and your wishes have been fulfilled, I am very happy and proud of you."

Upon hearing this, the Ninth Princess felt heartbroken and gently hugged Lingyan back.

Tears welled in her eyes, and her voice choked slightly as she said, "Sister-in-law, it's been so long. I've missed you so much and been worried about you. All along the way, I've been thinking about getting as fast as I can, as fast as I can. The closer I get to the capital of Bei Li, the faster I can rescue you and free you from Bei Li's control. Now, I've done it. Sister-in-law, you've had such a hard time these past few months."

Hearing the deep heartache in her voice, Lingyan smiled slightly, her heart filled with warmth and tenderness.

Jiang Muxue hugged Lingyan tightly, her eyes red and her heart aching. She said, "Ya Ya, it's been a long time. Like the Ninth Princess, I've been worried about your situation in Bei Li. Although I know how powerful you are, and I know that with your status and abilities, even being a hostage in Bei Li wouldn't threaten your life, I know that you must be having a very difficult time here. Who can understand the hardships and suffering you've endured? That's why I've always wanted to rescue you as soon as possible and see you again."

Hearing her understanding and concern, Lingyan felt very gratified and happy.

He quickly patted her back to comfort her.