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The cry of TianTian came in along with the chaotic sound of the door being broken down. She called out to me one last time, "Wanwan," wearing the Pomegranate Skirt I had gifted her, before she fell to the ground and never got back up.
Crimson blood soaked the Pomegranate Skirt, and on the countless miles of her journey through the mortal realm, she shed her blood in search of me.
A stunningly beautiful woman dressed in colorful attire stepped through the door, a radiant sword in her hand, while countless armored soldiers behind her called out, "Princess Yuyan."
The golden-armored demon king rode down from the clouds on a black beast, shouting fiercely, "Stop!"
I felt so powerless, so slow-witted, so foolish, only realizing today that the king of the demon realm, wrapped in heavy armor like a Heavenly Demon descending to the world, was the master of Ximengyuan, the man I had rescued from drowning that day by the lake.
"Who dares to touch a single hair on my princess?" He possessed an innate aura that commanded attention, even if he was merely a king at his last breath.
The spear flew forth, and Princess Yuyan's sword that was resting against my neck was knocked away.
"Oh dear, such deep affection between husband and wife," the beautiful woman laughed lightly as she gracefully moved to Zhuo Jialing's side. "Don't you think so, General?"
In this wintry weather with falling snow, there were no terrifying phenomena, yet I could hear countless rumblings of thunder in my ears.
From the moment TianTian collapsed before me, this world lost its clarity. But "princess" and "general"? Forgive me for being unable to digest such noble titles.
"You probably don't know that after you ran away that night, I decreed you to be my princess, Wanwan." The man I had dragged up from the lake was not someone I had clearly seen before; beneath his raven-black lashes were cold eyes that had once scolded me for being "bold."
This must have always been a misunderstanding. To become the consort of the King is the utmost glory and blessing for every Fairy, but my heart had already been given to the one who smiled at me on that afternoon when the peach blossoms floated in the air.
Zhuo Jialing. Oh no, the General.
I turned my head to look at him, a man in ceremonial robes, Warmth like jade, with an extraordinary demeanor. Whose general is he?
"I, Moknanshan, have fought against the Heavenly Court for years, always losing with honor and never resorting to any underhanded tactics. Unlike you, General, who needs to use a woman's feelings to breach Ximengyuan."
With each of his words, my heart sank further, fear and despair surged like the floodwaters of the Underworld River, wave after wave overwhelming me.
It can't be like this. It must not be like this.
I gazed at him, Zhuo Jialing, who was only a few steps away yet felt as distant as the horizon. The one who had always smiled warmly now indifferently shook off the snow from his cloak, lifted his head, and spoke in a flat tone: "What a pity, Ai Wanwan. I didn't expect you to see the truth under such circumstances."
"General Zhuo is indeed clever; without this, how could you lure this fish that slipped through your net? On the night when Ximengyuan's heavenly fire burned the city, you should have quietly drowned in that lake after being drugged by me. Who would have thought that this Little Demon would accidentally save you?"
Princess Yuyan laughed triumphantly. "Jialing said today he would marry this Little Demon; everyone in the demon realm knows she is the newly appointed princess. What a joke; you truly are foolish for coming here."
Was even this wedding part of his scheme? What else could he use as leverage? I felt as if I were about to collapse from pain.
"By the way, Ai Wanwan, all the fairies in Black Wind Stronghold are dead. You should thank yourself because it was all thanks to you." The woman in colorful garments spoke with a crisp voice, laughing like a venomous snake.
"I will kill you! I will kill you! I must kill you!" I lunged forward fiercely, my voice piercingly desperate.
But the person beside her, Zhuo Jialing, lightly struck with a palm, sending me crashing into the dust.
My world suddenly collapsed, and I screamed in despair, blocking my ears as hot tears streamed down my face. Someone picked me up and pressed my face against their shoulder.
"In this Heaven and Earth, I, Moknanshan, can go wherever I want. You worthless beings have no right to block my path!"
A long spear drew a bright arc behind him, and a black demonic beast roared like a Hell Dragon as Moknanshan held me in his arms and leaped into the air.
There were many chaotic sounds: the clattering of weapons falling to the ground, the rush of wind, angry shouts... and the unmistakable sound of arrows slicing through the air.
I turned back and saw amidst the half-bright moonlight and half-falling snow, the gallant figure of a general in white robes and silver armor drawing his bow and nocking an arrow—one arrow, then another.
I heard the laughter of a beautiful woman: "Arrow of Eternal Sorrow, indeed the great general Brave and Resolute Eagle Soaring is unparalleled in the world."
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