As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 422 Bei Lie will never surrender!

"Thank you... sir, thank you so much."

He watched as two vicious soldiers of the Qian Yuan clan were scared to death right before his eyes.

The bullied woman finally found her support. She suddenly raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and cried out to Ling Yu, "Sir, thank you, thank you for saving our family."

She was slightly agitated, kneeling on the ground and moving towards Ling Yu: "I'm just a woman with three children, and we only have a little food left. We really can't withstand these thieves looting us..."

The defending forces have now been defeated, and the city has fallen.

All the martyrs in the northern part of the city were taken prisoner.

Although Ling Yu and his superiors issued orders and made it a routine rule that the people should not be disturbed.

However, the worst aspects of human nature can always be triggered under certain circumstances.

Prejudice in people's hearts is difficult to change overnight.

After a century of repression, the contradictions between the two countries are irreconcilable, and they are hostile to each other. The dislike between the two countries runs deep in their bones.

Now the situation has reversed, with Qian Yuan in the upper hand, and it is only natural that he should treat these people as slaves.

She knelt on the ground, moved closer to Ling Yu, and kept recounting her misery and the atrocities committed by the Qian Yuan soldiers.

The more she spoke, the more sorrowful she became, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

In times of chaos, ordinary people do not fare well.

There were no men in the house, and the woman was raising three children alone, and she was almost bullied... It was indeed quite tragic.

Upon hearing this, Ling Yu lowered her eyes.

She didn't care about the Northern Fierce woman, nor about the two dead Qian Yuan soldiers.

What she cares about is the meaning behind this situation.

Most people are neither good nor bad; they simply lean towards one side or the other under the influence of their environment.

Ling Yu is the leader of this environment.

The change in the military's morale is also a chain reaction triggered by arrogant soldiers.

These two soldiers are a symbol; she needs to make an example of them to set an example and enforce discipline.

As the sun set, Ling Yu remained calm, deep in thought.

The woman wept and repeatedly knelt before Ling Yu, expressing her gratitude.

Just as she got closer to Ling Yu, her wrist was grabbed by another hand.

A flippant voice rang in her ear: "Madam, we don't condone repaying kindness with enmity."

Grabbed by the wrist, the woman, who was crying and sneezing, trembled violently and subconsciously looked up in another direction.

The young, handsome man smiled with his eyes narrowed, remaining silent throughout, like a fox; no one knew what he was thinking.

His attire revealed his extraordinary status; he appeared carefree and dissolute, yet exuded an indescribable sense of danger.

Clench your fists little by little.

"Kaka~"

The young man showed no mercy whatsoever; the woman felt as if her wrists were about to be crushed.

The next instant, her eyes flashed, she gritted her teeth fiercely, and her sorrowful and poignant face instantly transformed into a ferocious expression.

With his other hand, he gripped the dagger tightly and swung it at Ling Yu without hesitation.

"when!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing together rang out.

The dagger was knocked away and landed on the ground.

For a frail woman to attempt to ambush people like Mingchen and Lingyu is wishful thinking.

next moment,
"Whoosh!"

The figure flew backward and crashed into the simple mud wall of the house.

"Cough cough cough~"

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, coughs could be heard.

The woman dug her fingers into the soil, slowly raised her head, her hair disheveled, and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes bloodshot, glaring angrily at Mingchen and Lingyu, her gaze filled with boundless hatred, wishing she could tear their hearts out, eat their flesh, and drink their blood.

What a deep and unforgettable hatred! It was as ferocious and terrifying as a wild ghost. There was no trace of the weak and pitiful person she had just been.

"Ingratitude?!"

"Ha ha……"

Having failed to launch a sneak attack when she was closest to Ling Yu, the woman knew that all was lost.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, her eyes wide with anger as she glared fiercely at Mingchen and the other man.

"Where is the kindness?!"

"We, the Northern Lie, have only hatred for you, the Qian Yuan!"

"The hatred for those who killed my husband and father is irreconcilable!"

"I only regret that I can skin you alive and eat your flesh to avenge my husband and my father!"

Mingchen had excellent mental fortitude and was completely unfazed by the resentful look in his eyes.

He simply shrugged indifferently: "Then you should hate your emperor. Who told him to conscript soldiers and start a war?"

"Once you join the army and go to war, there's nothing to say about how you die."

"Your husband, your father, perhaps also killed many fathers and husbands of my Qian Yuan people?"

There are few in this world who can out-argue Mingchen.

His few words left the woman speechless.

Of course, she couldn't be persuaded by Mingchen; she just didn't know how to refute him.

Immediately, she still struggled to retort to Mingchen, "Haven't you invaded us? We are currently within the borders of my Beilie Kingdom! You Qian Yuan have committed countless atrocities, burning, killing, and looting!"

Even on the verge of death, she still wanted to have a good argument.

Mingchen glanced at her: "What, you're allowed to hit us, you're allowed to steal from us, but we're not allowed to fight back?"

"What's the point of this?"

"Our northern border is engulfed in flames and smoke, with corpses strewn across the land... Have you repaid for this? Don't you feel ashamed to say such things?"

"If we win, we win!"

"If you lose, just admit defeat and surrender!"

Your perspective is determined by your position; there's really not much to say about a feud between two countries.

Was Qin Lou wrong? He worked diligently to govern Beilie and made it thrive. He had ambitions to unify the world, and after unifying the world, there would be no more disputes or wars between the two countries... Was he wrong?
Were Mingchen and Xiao Xinyue wrong? Xiao Xinyue was just as diligent and hardworking, never resting for a moment. What was wrong with protecting her country? What was wrong with unifying the world?

The arrogant and confident monarch simply didn't believe that the other party could govern this vast country well.

Kings are competitive and eager to win; they are unwilling to relinquish their kingdoms to others.

Were the soldiers wrong? They obeyed His Majesty's orders, fought for the country, and shed their blood.

Were the innocent civilians wrong? They just wanted their country to win and for themselves to continue living their lives peacefully.

Arguing about who is right and who is wrong is pointless.

The woman did not say anything to Mingchen that would make him feel guilty; instead, she left him speechless.

Her face was contorted with rage, her eyes bloodshot, as she glared at the two men: "You bunch of executioners, you monsters who kill stars, you will all die a horrible death!"

"His Majesty will avenge us!!!"

"The Northern Lie will never surrender!"

"Husband!!!"

Her voice was shrill as she looked up and shouted, then angrily slammed her head against the wall.

"boom!"

Bright red blood stained the earthen walls and stones.

The resolute woman lay on the ground with her eyes open, then fell silent.

Neither Mingchen nor Lingyu were overly compassionate, so they didn't stop her.

"mother!!!"

"mother!!!"

Three children ran out of the house, shouting.

The oldest was the boy who had just confronted Qian Yuanbing; he was only about ten years old.

The youngest looked to be only three or four years old; he didn't understand reason and was unaware of what his family was going through.

In troubled times, human lives are worthless.

Every minute and every second, people are dying and leaving.

Words are always insufficient; when separation comes to oneself, how unforgettable must it be? The boy knelt beside his mother's body, his eyes reddening, and trembling as he held her head in his arms.

He's just a child, his world has collapsed today, how is he supposed to live on?

"what!!!"

Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of sorrow and despair.

"What did we do wrong?!"

"God, Mother Liehe, why are you doing this to us..."

"Woooooooo..."

"mother!!!"

The boy held his mother's head, turned his head to face her, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, gritted his teeth, and stared intently at Mingchen and the other man.

What hatred, what resentment!

The desperate weeping and questioning startled Ling Yu for a moment.

Along her journey, she has killed far too many people, witnessed countless pleas, sorrow and despair, and seen scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But this time, it seems a little different.

The scenes are so similar.

In their ordinary, simple family, tragedy struck, and the parents died a violent death.

Through that desperate boy, she found her younger self.

She saw a girl weeping just as bitterly.

More than twenty years ago, on that day, she, like this young man, cried out in despair, questioning the heavens...

This time, however, she became the one who took her life.

Presumably, after killing so many people, many young boys and girls in families across the vast land of Beilie must have looked at her with the same hatred and resentment as the child before them, wishing they could skin her alive and tear her apart.

The spread of hatred will never stop.

but……

So what?
Ling Yu showed no wavering, nor any remorse or pity.

She lowered her eyes and quietly looked at the children, her composure almost unnerving. She neither flinched nor avoided the gaze of the resentful boy, showing no fear whatsoever.

Come and resent me, come and hate me.

I will not regret it, I will not have any insights, and I will not stop moving forward.

What endless cycle of revenge?

Why must the chain of hatred be broken with me? Who will repay my sorrow and resentment?
I will never regret it!
Ling Yu said nothing and did nothing.

She simply turned her head and smiled at Mingchen: "Husband, let's go."

Everyone has their own life motto.

As always, Sister Dai doesn't eliminate the root of the problem.

Mingchen patted her hair, didn't say much, and just smiled, "Okay~"

The two turned back and walked towards the setting sun, leaving behind only a mess.

The three children stood in front of the door, looking at their lifeless mother and their desolate home.

After the grief, all that remains is numbness and confusion.

The eldest brother stared blankly at his mother's dagger not far away, then slowly walked over and picked it up.

Not everyone is as lucky as Ling Yu, who happened to meet a powerful master.

Not everyone is as talented as Ling Yu and has grown to where he is today.

Not everyone can be as resilient and hardworking as Ling Yu, able to live on hatred after losing everything.

With their parents dead and under enemy control, what can three vulnerable children do?

Reality is cruel and hopeless.

Not everyone has the courage to survive after experiencing major setbacks.

The youngest child, unaware of what had happened, turned to look at his elder brother and asked hesitantly, "Brother, what happened to Mother?"

"Brother, I'm hungry."

The eldest brother knelt down, his eyes slightly lowered, a light shining in them, filled with both affection and guilt. He patted his son's head: "Be good, you won't be hungry in a little while..."

"Puch"

As the words fell, the cold tip of the knife pierced through flesh, and blood seeped through the coarse cloth and soaked into his palm.

The child was incredibly well-behaved. His face was contorted in pain, but he didn't yell or scream. He grabbed his older brother's hand and said in a pitiful voice, "Brother...it hurts."

The older brother simply patted his head and whispered, "Good boy, good boy... it won't hurt in a little while."

Life was lost rapidly with the blood, and in the blink of an eye, the child was gone without a sound.

He turned to look at the second son.

The second brother just covered his eyes and cried, "Brother... Brother..."

Immediately afterwards, a dagger stained with the third brother's blood followed.

The wailing stopped abruptly.

Thump, the lifeless body fell to the ground.

The boy looked around.

Qian Yuanbing, his mother, his brothers... they are all dead.

An eerie silence surrounded them.

"Tick tock!"

Fresh blood dripped from the dagger in his hand onto the ground.

The young man raised his head and stared blankly in the direction where the two untouchable people had gone.

Resentment, despair, helplessness, sadness, confusion... all sorts of emotions flowed through his eyes.

"mother……"

"They will die a horrible death, and His Majesty will avenge us!"

"The Northern Lie will never surrender!!!"

In the end, he shouted out the words his father and mother had told him since he was a child.

Blood splattered as the dagger plunged deep into his chest.

He no longer had the courage or the strength to continue living.

He chose to take his younger brother with him to find their father and mother.

As for his enemies, he could only pray for the Emperor's judgment, and he could only curse them bitterly...

……

The sun sets, and the evening glow is a beautiful red.

As evening approached, the evening breeze seemed rather chilly, its sharpness piercing to the bone.

After what had just happened, Mingchen and Lingyu remained silent, simply walking hand in hand.

Ling Yu suddenly turned to Ming Chen and asked, "Husband, why don't you say I didn't nip it in the bud?"

She carefully preserved all the memories of her time with Mingchen.

She remembered when they first met, Mingchen's sophistry outside the Li residence left her speechless.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

This is the philosophy that Mingchen instilled in her.

"Of course, spending time with my wife is more important."

"I'll sneak back in a bit and nip this in the bud."

Mingchen is excessively cold in some ways; he seems to be born without compassion or sorrow.

The scene that had just occurred had no impact on his beliefs or will.

He simply held Ling Yu's hand and said with a smile.

Ling Yu smiled and said, "No need."

"I've cut too much grass, I can't keep up with the rest."

She killed so many Northern Lie people and destroyed so many families; the roots of her crimes can never be eradicated.

If there were a true enemy, they could overcome everything and reach her.

That can't be stopped; what's meant to happen will happen.

She will never run away.

(End of this chapter)