She slept very soundly that night.
Whether it was in the palace or the current High Race Country, she had never felt safe.
Because she had always been fighting alone. She had to find the truth all by herself in the palace and she had to protect herself even more in the High Race Country.
Now that she had a broad shoulder to rely on, she could feel assured.
Ten days later, the armies of the High Race Country marched towards the Heavenly Court Country.
The battle was fierce and both sides suffered injuries, but with Song Nan Moâs strategy, the Heavenly Courtâs troops kept retreating after several battles.
Three months later, the High Race Countryâs army arrived at the gates of the palace. Song Nan Mo personally opened the gates and led his troops in.
Luo Qing Chen never imagined that she would return to the palace like this. She felt that it was a bit ironic and was at a bit of a loss.
Inside the Golden Imperial Palace.
Feng Yu was sitting on the throne with a face covered in stubble, but his eyes were still sharp.
Things had changed so quickly that he couldnât do anything. Song Nan Mo was already standing in front of him.
This time, he was no longer kneeling, this time, he was no longer begging for mercy.
He stood there with a cold look in his eyes, looking at the ruler he had once wanted to be loyal to for his entire life.
But now he had betrayed him so decisively, betraying the country that had given birth to him.
âYouâre finally here?â Feng Yu sat on the throne, looking at Song Nan Mo with narrowed eyes.
He lost in the end, losing to his own minister.
Laughable, how laughable.
The snow billowed outside the window, seemingly mocking how laughable he was.
âDo you regret it?â Song Nan Mo looked at him, speaking in a voice that was ice cold.
He still wanted to know if he regretted it. If he hadnât been so despicable in stopping him and Luo Qing Chen from being together.
If he had been broad minded enough to support them, allowing him to marry into the Heavenly Court royal family.
Then even if the High Race Country broke into the palace today, he would use his final breath to protect him.
But there were no ifs in this world, he just wanted to know this answer.
âRegret? Ha, ha, ha, ha, haâ¦â¦â Feng Yu laughed at Song Nan Mo, âWhat does this one have to regret? Since ancient times, the bandit that won became the king. This one can accept defeat, but will never regret it.â
âHe, he.â Song Nan Mo gave a cold smile, âThis really sounds like what you would say.â
âSong Nan Mo, you have betrayed this oneâs country and ruined it. Your father has already been angered to death and your mother is on her sick bed.â Feng Yu looked at him and said, âYou should already know this.â
Song Nan Mo clenched his fists. There was a chill in his heart, but he didnât show it on his face.
He knew, he knew it all. But he had no choice and couldnât back down.
This kind of ruler was not worthy of him dedicating his life to follow.
He couldnât do anything about his father not understanding. He did everything he could and left everything else to fate.
âOh, oh, oh, thatâs right.â Feng Yu seemed to remember something as he revealed a cold smile, âYour sister, this one already had her killed last night.â
Song Nan Mo trembled before saying through gritted teeth, âYouâ¦â¦â
âThis oneâs kingdom is gone, so this oneâs concubine should follow this one in death. Isnât that a very normal thing?â Feng Yuâs eyes were bloodshot as he looked at him, âSong Nan Mo, this one does not regret it, this one will never regret it.â
He pulled out his sword and was prepared to kill Feng Yu, but there was an arrow that came past him and pierced his heart.
Song Nan Mo was surprised before turning around to see Talu behind him.
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