bookrebus Chapter 415 Send Troops
Chapter 415 Send Troops
After round after round of tug-of-war, when he returned home that night, Lord Sikong's voice was so hoarse that he could barely utter a word!
No wonder, shouting from morning till night, his voice couldn't take it anymore.
She had been leaving early and returning late almost every day for the past few days. Each time she came back, Di Beizun would be waiting for her to have dinner, and she would wolf down her food and then go out again. When she returned again, it was already late at night, and Di Beizun would already be lying on the bed waiting for her.
However, Lord Sikong quickly finished his bath, climbed into bed, threw off the covers, and went straight to sleep, completely disregarding the dissatisfied person beside him, just like tonight!
Despite her sore and hoarse throat, she felt much better after taking the medicine. She slowly climbed into bed, lay down beside him, and pulled the blanket up, looking exhausted as she tried to fall asleep. But just as she closed her eyes, she was suddenly pulled close by the emperor beside her, his long, cool fingers untying the belt around her waist and reaching inside...
Lady Sikong trembled slightly. Before she could react, he had already pinned her down, quickly removing her clothes. She couldn't help but rub her eyes, hurriedly grabbing his outstretched hand, her voice hoarse, "I'm so tired, let's not do it tonight..."
Emperor Beizun immediately flew into a rage, stopping his movements and narrowing his cold eyes. His beautiful and alluring face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost as he gritted his teeth and said, "So those competitions are more attractive than me? You've been rejecting me for the past few days! I haven't touched you for five days! What do you mean by this?"
Lord Sikong felt a headache coming on. Seeing his sullen face and hearing his words, she realized why he hadn't been giving her a good look these past few days, and she had heard that he had been irritable again that afternoon!
She sighed and tapped her head helplessly, took a breath, and forced a smile onto her beautiful face. As she helped him loosen his belt, she said in a hoarse voice, "Of course Your Majesty is more important, you are more attractive... um!"
Before he could finish speaking, Di Beizun, who had been waiting impatiently, pounced down!
After three rounds of intense battles, Lord Sikong, limp and exhausted, fell asleep under the covers. He reached out and touched Emperor Beizun beside him, saying in a hoarse voice, "Alright, I'm done. I can't go on anymore. Tomorrow is the finals."
Di Beizun held her tightly, glancing at her with his unfathomable eyes. "At a time like this, you're still thinking about those things. Ajin, sometimes I really wonder what's going on in your head!"
Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin raised her fingertips and pinched his cold and handsome face, sighing, "What a heartless man! Don't you even know who I'm doing this for?"
"I don't need these things, and it's fine. You've been working hard these past few days, leaving early and returning late. Just rest quietly for a few days after tomorrow."
Di Beizun reached out and grabbed her mischievous little hand, saying something as he did so.
Sikong Jin brushed her disheveled hair aside, her starry eyes shining brightly, and smiled happily, "It's alright, we're almost done anyway. Do you see how high the morale is now, and how good the soldiers' spirits are? I suggest we set off in a few more days. It's been more than ten days, and the situation in Tian Sheng Imperial City doesn't seem to be very good either. It's the rainy season recently, and the scouts at the front said that their food supplies seem to be running low. Once our army arrives there, we can cut off their retreat route to the west. Once the battle starts, they will either fight desperately or retreat south, abandoning the city and fleeing. Of course, the third option, which would be best if we could persuade them to surrender, would be the most desirable."
As Sikong Jin finished speaking, Di Beizun narrowed his deep eyes thoughtfully, looking down at her. He remained silent for a long time. Sikong Jin frowned, noticing a flicker of sparkle in his eyes and his alluring expression. Following his gaze, she looked down and immediately saw the marks he had left on her white chest. She promptly slapped it—
"You pervert! What are you looking at!"
Di Beizun quickly raised his hand and pressed down with his palm, deflecting the wind from her palm strike. He then pulled her into a tight embrace, their subtle warmth passing between them clearly without any barrier. She could even hear his strong heartbeat and feel the warm, masculine body temperature.
"You've already enjoyed everything, why worry about such a small thing? What I'm thinking about is when you can regain your status, so that I can save you a lot of trouble. I can't wait, Ajin!"
Emperor Beizun frowned as he spoke.
Can't wait?
Sikong Jin squinted her starry eyes and looked at him calmly.
"I am no longer young, it is time to establish an empress."
Listening to this, Sikong Jin felt a headache coming on. She didn't know how to explain these things to Ji Wuge and the others when she got back. But perhaps if she told them the truth, they would understand her?
After hesitating for a moment, Sikong Jin sighed softly, "Let's wait until I rescue my mother."
"News came from the capital this afternoon: my elder sister is pregnant. You can see her next time you come back to the capital with me. She said she misses you very much."
When Emperor Beizun recalled this matter, he spoke calmly, which could be considered as conveying the message to Emperor Yuanyun.
"Your Highness? Yuan Yun?"
Upon hearing this, Sikong Jin's eyes lit up, and she looked at Di Beizun with some surprise, "I didn't expect you to be so quick!"
"What else do you think?"
Di Beizun glanced at her, "My sister's matter is considered settled, but our matter is still..."
"Once the matter of Dayong is resolved, I'll listen to you. You decide what to do, and I'll cooperate."
……
In May of the 469th year of the Red Moon Calendar, the rainy season quietly arrived in the Southern Continent. After several storms, news of famine had spread to the western region of Tian Sheng. However, in such a chaotic time, the besieged Tian Sheng court was struggling to protect itself, so how could it have any mind to care about these things?
In a short time, Tiansheng not only suffered from the ravages of war, but also from the torment of natural disasters, and the morale of the people was severely damaged.
After more than ten days of raging wind and rain, the entire southern region was shrouded in dampness.
On May 10th, the wind and rain that had lasted for more than half a month finally subsided. However, the news coming from the foot of Mount Shenglan within the territory of Tiansheng Imperial City was becoming increasingly anxious, with spies reporting on the situation in Tiansheng Imperial City almost every day.
On the afternoon of May 12th, the afterglow of the setting sun lingered on the western horizon, reluctant to fade. The evening glow painted half the sky red, and a golden, soft light enveloped the entire city of Hezhou. Messengers galloped past on horseback, and the bugle call to depart rang out. On the drill ground in the military camp, more than 200,000 troops had assembled and began their grand march towards the Heavenly Holy Imperial City.