Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 119 - For her, suppress this chaotic world of mortals

In the Chrysanthemum Hall, Mr. Nanshan was walking in the corridor with his hands behind his back. He practiced Tai Chi in the corridor every day after meals. Even in severe cold and snow, he never wore long clothes.

"Sir~"

"Why are you free to drop by Lao Jiu tonight?"

"I'm going back to Tianzhao, and I'm here to say goodbye to you. Qin Yin will never forget the care Mr. has taken for me over the years!"

Qin Yin bowed his head and knelt on the ground, reverently thanking the teacher.

Mr. Nanshan was slightly surprised. He withdrew his palm and leaned over to help Qin Yin up.

"It's a pity that you can't inherit my mantle and carry forward the Promise Academy. But you mother and son can untangle the 15-year-old knot and turn the war into jade, I am very pleased..."

Qin Yin's face froze, he didn't know how to answer, so he could only choose to remain silent.

Baitou Peak is the highest main peak in the Wuji Mountains. The peak is shrouded in clouds and mist all the year round, and the ice and snow will not melt for thousands of years. At this time, Qin Yin knelt in front of a black tombstone, resting his forehead on the cold tombstone, and confided to his father in the tomb.

"Father, I'm leaving. I won't be able to visit you often in the future. Don't blame me!"

"Yin'er has someone in her heart that she wants to protect for the rest of her life. Although. Although she is destined not to be named after my surname in this life, she is living well, which is enough to comfort me for the rest of my life!"

"I'm sorry, dad, your last wish was to give up my hatred for that person, but I didn't do it, and now."

"The Asura ghost doctor is dead. From now on, only Prince Yin of the Tianzhao Empire will be the only one in this world to suppress this chaotic world of mortals for her sake!"

He knelt in front of the tombstone hidden in the snowy peak on the top of the mountain, crying like a homeless outcast, letting the howling north wind swallow the tears that hadn't dried up in the corners of his eyes.

Beside the solitary black tombstone, a small new tombstone was erected, with the inscription: Tomb of Qin Yin, the ghost doctor of Asura.

In the 16th year of Tianzhao Huiming, on the 23rd of the first month, the Tianzhao Empire announced to the four kingdoms, announcing that Prince Yin of Tianzhao, who had traveled abroad for more than 15 years, would officially return.

On the same day, Qin Yin declared war on Dayan without any warning in the name of the most powerful country in the mainland - the Mingsheng Prince of the Tianzhao Empire!
Dayan's envoys stationed in Shengjing, Tianzhao, were caught off guard. After searching around for the fuse of the war to no avail, they could only hope to carry out a series of diplomatic and public relations, expressing their strong condemnation of the nameless provocation of the Tianzhao Empire.

After Tianzhao's Jiedushi heard the news, he just smiled contemptuously, noncommittal.

As for in what name?
"If you fight, you can fight. Do you still need to burn incense and pray, fast and bathe, and choose an auspicious day? My Tianzhao Empire, no matter who you fight, you don't need a reason. You can fight if you want!"

It is worthy of being the most powerful country in the mainland. From the monarch to the subjects, there is an arrogance that looks down on the common people in their bones.

Dayan Jiedushi could only weep silently, who told him that he had no confidence, the only thing he could do was to spread the sad news of Tianzhao's declaration of war against Dayan back to the country as soon as possible.

At si o'clock on the 23rd of the first lunar month, Li Qingmei was waiting for Sikong Que to freshen up. In less than two hours, the peace talks would begin. Today Sikong Que changed into a purple python robe representing the Dafeng royal family.

He didn't go back to Li Qingmei's tent last night, she knew that his tent was brightly lit last night, and it didn't go out until dawn.

No matter how deliberately she slowed down the tidying, Sikong Que was finally fully dressed and ready to step out of the big tent.

"Que, wait a minute, negotiating this kind of thing is exhausting, you drink a cup of ginseng soup before going!"

"I don't have much appetite, can you simmer it on a low fire first, and drink it when I come back?"

"I just poured it out, and the drinking temperature is just right now. I stayed up all night last night, and my eyelids are swollen."

Li Qingmei pursed her lips in frustration, her eyes full of grievances.

Sikong Que fondled her cheeks, picked up the ginseng soup on the table, and gulped it down.

"It tastes good, I'll drink the rest when I come back!"

Seeing her smile then, he nodded and turned to leave.

There was a burst of dizziness in front of his eyes, and his consciousness suddenly gradually became blurred.

"Qingmei, what did you give me to drink? I..."

His eyes darkened, and he lost consciousness immediately.

Li Qingmei supported Sikong Que, put him on the bed, and carefully tucked the quilt for him.

"The most difficult thing to write in the world is your own name. Signing this humiliating treaty will mean eternal infamy. Que, you are still young and there is still a long way to go. Let me do it!"

She frowned and looked at the slightly red corners of his eyes, leaned over slightly, and kissed away the water stains that looked like teardrops.

"Que, don't cry, I can use the blood all over my body in exchange for you not to cry in this life. If you must cry, I will do it!"

(End of this chapter)