In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Xiang An quickly got up, crawled out of the tent, looked around, and then saw Zi Juan, who had just crawled out of the next tent as well.

"Second Brother, what happened?" Zijuan asked Xiang An with a serious expression.

"I don't know, the sound came from Xiaoye." Xiang An said with a gloomy face, glancing at Zijuan with some concern.

"Where did Xiaoye go?" Zijuan jogged a few steps to Xiang An's side, looking anxious.

Xiang An looked at Zi Juan and remained silent for a while.

"I'll order someone to go find it now, you go first..." Xiang An pointed to Zijuan's tent, about to say something, but was interrupted by Zijuan.

“I’ll go look for it too.” Zijuan looked up into Xiang An’s eyes and said earnestly.

Xiang An could see deep sorrow in Zi Juan's eyes.

...So, you had your suspicions too, Xiao Si...

That assassin, Zihuai, hasn't carried out any assassinations for a while.

It seems that this time their focus has shifted to...

Xiang An touched his neck and sighed deeply.

......

"No, don't chase after me!" Zihuai had already left the military camp, clutching her head as she frantically fled, her voice filled with hysteria.

"You scoundrel, don't run!" Liao Ye glared angrily at the frantically fleeing young man. "Who are you to appear outside the King's tent in the dead of night—!?"

However, Zihuai could no longer hear what Liao Ye was saying.

The string in his mind was about to snap.

He was covered in sweat, and Tong Kong was trembling violently, unable to stop shaking even while running.

I just... I just wanted to see my sister, to catch a glimpse of her from afar. Why—

Why--

Zihuai's hand gripped the dagger at her waist.

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Chapter 992 Even in grief, action must still be taken.

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Zihuai knelt on the ground, staring at the ground, breathing heavily.

Lying in front of him was Liao Ye's purplish-red corpse.

"Me, me, me——————"

pat.

The poisoned dagger fell to the ground, and Zihuai's hands trembled violently, uncontrollably.

"Why--"

"I clearly, clearly don't want to do this kind of thing anymore..."

He curled up on the ground, his clothes soaked with a mixture of sweat and tears, groaning in pain.

He raised his head slightly.

But he saw a pair of eyes staring intently at him, filled with resentment and anger.

"Ahhh, ahh ...

! ”

Startled, Zihuai grabbed the dagger again and crawled back several steps before stopping. Only then did he realize what was staring at him.

It is Liao Ye.

Even though Liao Ye was dead, he was still watching him, staring at him.

"...It really is you."

Before Zihuai could notice, a hoarse and weary groan reached his ears.

That low murmur carried with it a sense of unbearable pain... and a questioning tone.

For a moment, Zihuai didn't dare to look up.

"Ahua... Sister..." Zijuan lowered her head and called out the name of the person who came in trembling voice.

"Don't call me Sister Ahua." Zijuan's voice was tinged with gritted teeth, her hand gripping the slanted silver-topped spear with bulging veins as she stared intently at Zihuai.

These words struck Zihuai like a heavy hammer, making him feel dizzy.

"The assassins from Han killed my Northern Chu general Wei Hao, killed my Northern Chu general Liang Ning, and now they've infiltrated my camp... and killed Grand Master Liao Ye..." Zijuan gritted her teeth, pointed her spear at Zihuai, and said through trembling teeth, "Who is your next target?"

"......I?"

Zihuai sat in the distance, curled up in a ball, burying her head deep inside.

"You deserve to die."

These three words were squeezed out by Zijuan through gritted teeth.

Tears fell onto the shaft of the slanted silver-topped spear, sliding down the shaft to the tip, glistening briefly before dripping onto the ground and drying instantly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zihuai shouted frantically in a voice only she could hear.

Zijuan sprang into action, her legs straining as she charged toward Zihuai, her momentum filled with unwavering resolve.

As if by conditioned reflex, Zihuai suddenly raised its head.

The sharp tip of the gun grazed Zihuai's face.

The siblings, who had been separated for a long time, finally looked at each other once again.

Zijuan, tears streaming down her face, stabbed the ground next to Zihuai with her spear, gritting her teeth.

"I really don't want to see your face again at this time... Ah, Tree."

Choking back tears, hatred, disbelief.

Zihuai also gleaned a lot from Zijuan's face.

Zihuai held his head high, blood seeping from the wound on his face, but he didn't care. He just looked into his sister's eyes.

So beautiful, just as beautiful as before.

"Uh--"

Instead of using a spear, Zijuan punched Zihuai in the face.

Then, without giving Zihuai time to react, he spun around and kicked Zihuai back.

Zijuan closed her eyes and silently shed tears.

But his hands moved quickly.

Zihuai was kicked into the air by Zijuan, but his heart calmed down a little.

Oh, I see...

He gazed at the lonely moon hanging high in the sky, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.

That's good...

Even if my sister can forgive all my evil deeds, I will not find peace even in death.

Just keep hating like this, that's enough...

After all, what I did doesn't deserve forgiveness...

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"Pfft... Haa, pfft—"

The spear pierced through the cypress tree, penetrating its heart.

On Zijuan's face, there was not a trace of hatred, only immense grief and tears that seemed to burst forth like a dam breaking.

But a relieved smile appeared on Zihuai's lifeless face.

Zijuan knelt down on the ground and drew her spear.

He picked up the body of Zihuai and, under the bright moonlight by the Wen River, looked up at the sky and wept.

His mouth was open, but no sound came out; only tears streamed down the sides of his head.

In the distance, Xiang An led a troop of Chu soldiers to approach.

......

Xiang An stared at Liao Ye's corpse without uttering a word.

Liao Ye's unfocused eyes still held a light, just like when he was alive.

Xiang An opened his mouth, but said nothing. His expression froze, and he looked somewhat astonished.

Xiang An exhaled through his nose, closed his eyes, and reached out to help Liao Ye close his eyes as well.

Xiang An asked himself a question.

How many people in the army do I still know?

Liao Ye is dead. Liao Ye, who had been by Xiang An's side since he returned to the Xiang family, is dead. He was killed by Zi Huai, an assassin from the Han Kingdom. Zi Huai was killed by Zi Juan, the Grand Commandant of Northern Chu, on the banks of the Wen River.

"Xiao Ye, go and prepare to get Xiao Ye..." Xiang An slapped himself to clear his head and cheer himself up, then called out to the outside of the tent, but then froze in place.

Xiang An took a deep breath and sighed deeply.

He personally buried Xiaoye on the banks of the Wen River.

"I can't take you home anymore, Xiao Ye, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Xiang An sat beside the grave, two tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at Liao Ye's grave.

"I can't... take you home and show you the glory of Chu's unification of the world..."

Liao Ye had been looking forward to that day.

And now I can only sleep here.