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As a series of slow and rhythmic footsteps gradually approached, Yan Qing tensely turned her head.
Her gaze collided with that of a Later Tang soldier, whose eyes were sharp and cold, like a hunter spotting its prey, emanating an undeniable threat.
His gaze lingered between the body of the little girl on the carriage and Yan Qing, finally settling on Yan Qing's face.
"Little girl, you are actually the royal family, right? The general said that the emperor ordered all members of the Ba-Shu royal family to be eradicated." There was no trace of mercy in the soldier's voice, only icy killing intent.
As soon as the words fell, his long sword slashed towards Yan Qing like lightning. Yan Qing instinctively dodged, but still got grazed by the blade, leaving a bloodstain from her right temple to her left cheek. Pain and fear instantly filled her nerves.
Blood gushed from the wound, blurring Yan Qing's vision with agony, but she would not fall at this moment.
The soldier saw Yan Qing still standing, sneered, and raised his sword to strike at her again.
At this critical moment, Yan Qing suddenly rushed towards the soldier like a ghost, her eyes burning with intense anger, transforming all fear and pain into boundless strength.
The soldier was taken aback by the sudden attack, inwardly mocking it as nothing more than a futile resistance from an unarmed little girl on the brink of death. Unconsciously, he slowed his movements. Clearly, he had not anticipated the consequences of such carelessness.
However, in that moment of underestimation, a sharp blade suddenly appeared at his chest. It was the ornately decorated dagger that Li Zhao had given to Yan Qing.
Yan Qing did not hesitate at all. Her movements were swift and decisive, stabbing fiercely once again, leaving behind one fatal wound after another on the soldier's body. She stabbed until the opponent fell to the ground, covered in blood, unable to get up.
At this moment, Yan Qing was already seeing red.
"Ah, go to hell!" Blood gushed from the various wounds, staining the clothes red, until the soldier finally collapsed, lifeless. As he died, he still wore an incredulous expression, ultimately lying heavily in a pool of blood.
Yan Qing stood by the soldier's body, panting heavily, her face smeared with blood. But at this moment, she felt an unprecedented clarity in her heart.
Yan Qing dragged her heavy steps towards the grass, tightly gripping the short blade stained with fresh blood. Her clothes were all marked with blood, but none of it was hers.
"Mother, I have avenged you by killing one. Please rest assured. I will live on strong, for you, and for Ba-Shu."
After speaking, Yan Qing felt her mind go blank, her legs lost strength, and she collapsed to the ground, feeling powerless, and then her consciousness fell into darkness.
In a hazy state of consciousness, Yan Qing felt like she was floating in an endless darkness, powerless to resist the currents carrying her. Her body seemed no longer her own, and the sensation of pain drifted away, leaving only a faint tug deep in her heart.
After an unknown period of time, a series of hurried footsteps gradually drew near, breaking the surrounding silence. It was a group of White-clothed person, their movements light and swift, as if afraid of disturbing this sleeping land.
The search team hidden in the darkness, tense and orderly, shuttled through the ruins. Their footsteps sounded particularly clear in the silent night sky.
The leader of the team, a burly man with sharp eagle-like eyes, spoke in a deep and powerful voice, like thunder in the night wind, breaking the surrounding silence: "Quick, have you searched this area thoroughly? Are there any survivors?"
"Not yet, this place hasn't been confirmed," another team member responded urgently, his voice tinged with a hint of anxiety and unease. The torch in his hand flickered in the night breeze, casting swaying shadows.
A woman, dressed in simple white clothes, moved swiftly and powerfully, following the trail of blood until she finally discovered Yan Qing lying beside the grass.
She squatted down, her slender fingers lightly placed under the little girl's nose. The faint breath made a hint of surprise and excitement flash in her eyes: "There's a little girl here, she's still breathing, but her face... seems to be disfigured."
Her gaze was then drawn to a scene in the grass, where a female corpse lay in a pitiful state, with disheveled clothes. The sight was so distressing that the woman couldn't help but exclaim, "Heavens, what a tragedy!" Her voice was filled with shock and sympathy.
After speaking, she quickly took off her white robe, her movements revealing respect and compassion, carefully covering the female corpse, concealing the tragic scene that should not be seen by others.
Then, she turned and gently picked up Yan Qing, her actions filled with maternal tenderness and protective love, as if in this atmosphere of death and despair, she gave a hint of warmth to life.
"Fei, what's wrong?" The voice of another man in white clothes broke the silence.
Fei'er took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. A hint of choking flashed in her eyes: "It's okay, it's just... this child is too young to experience such a tragedy."
The man followed Fei'er's gaze and looked at Yan Qing. A hint of complex emotions was revealed in his eyes: "War is inherently ruthless. Along the way, we have seen too much separation and death... Our abilities are limited, saving one is better than none."
He sighed and patted Fei'er's shoulder, comforting her.
Fei'er gently embraced Yan Qing and said, "Yes, let's bury all these deceased, so they can rest in peace in the netherworld."
"Okay, but it needs to be quick. The Later Tang army is currently focused on taking over the Zhongshan City. Even the soldiers fighting through the night are tired and can't reach this area for now, but there's still a risk of being discovered and attacked."
Another man in white urged, his eyes tense, clearly worried about the safety of their surroundings. "Yes, the Later Tang army could come at any moment."
Fei nodded, her eyes determined: "Okay, let's move quickly."
The group quickly and respectfully buried the bodies, with each action showing reverence for the deceased.
Yan Qing was gently placed aside, her eyes slightly opened, her vision still blurry, but she could feel the kindness of the White-clothed person.
"This child..." a man in white whispered to Fei'er, "The injuries are not serious, but she is still unconscious. It seems like she has suffered a great deal and probably lost her parents."
Fei gently caressed Yan Qing's cheek, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. "Don't worry, I will take her back to the sect and make sure she's safe."
Yan Qing's consciousness blurred once again, feeling herself enveloped in a gentle embrace. In this warm space, her heart finally found a moment of peace.
White-clothed person acted quickly, respectfully burying all the lost souls. As the final handful of soil was smoothed over the graves, Fei stood up, her gaze firm and sorrowful: "May they find peace in another world."
Everyone bowed their heads in silence, and for a moment, the air was filled with solemnity and mourning.
"We should go," the leading man in white broke the silence. "It's getting late, we need to find a safe place."
Fei nodded and carefully picked up Yan Qing, avoiding the bloodstains and debris on the ground.
A group of people left deep footprints on the desolate battlefield, their figures elongated in the lingering sunset, creating a poignant and beautiful scene.
Yan Qing gradually regained some consciousness in Fei'er's arms, her eyes slightly opened to see Fei'er's loving face.
Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.
Fei'er felt Yan Qing's movement and comforted softly, "Don't be afraid, child, everything will be okay."
Yan Qing flashed a hint of puzzlement in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by a deep exhaustion. He closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.
As night fell, the stars adorned the sky, and a group of people, guided by the starlight, set foot on the dark road.
After a long time.
Yan Qing She felt a series of bumps while in a coma, but there was a warm current slowly spreading in her heart.
It came from the selfless care and rescue of strangers, igniting a spark of hope in her heart.
When Yan Qing opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a simple yet cozy room. The oil lamp in the corner emitted a soft light, illuminating the surroundings. She was covered with a thin blanket, and the intense pain she had been feeling had subsided significantly.
The dreadful scar on her face, deep enough to see the bone, had also been carefully treated and bandaged.
"Young lady, are you awake?" A gentle female voice came from the room, it was the white-clad woman who had saved her.
Yan Qing struggled to open her eyes and saw a kind young woman sitting by her bedside, holding a steaming bowl of medicine.
"Sister, where is this?" Yan Qing's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were filled with confusion.
"This is a temporary rescue cabin set up specifically to treat the wounded in the war," the woman's voice was gentle and soothing, "You were rescued by us as we passed by, and fortunately, you were not encountered by the Later Tang army."
Yan Qing tried to sit up, but the pain in her body made her involuntarily gasp for breath. A woman quickly approached and gently helped her lean against the head of the bed.
"Young lady, you need to take your medicine so that your injuries can heal faster," the woman said, offering a bowl of medicine to Yan Qing's lips.
Yan Qing Lying on the simple yet clean bed, the pain in her body intertwines with the bitter taste of medicine, reminding herself that all this suffering is real. Her heart feels hollow, the pain of losing her home, country, and loved ones is harder to heal than the wounds on her body.
"Sister, thank you," her voice is weak, but in the silent night, it conveys a hint of resilience clearly.
"You've suffered such serious injuries and encountered such terrifying things, yet you're still so well-behaved. You really make people feel sorry for you, child." The woman's voice carried an inexplicable soothing power. "Little sister, what's your name?"
"I..." Yan Qing hesitated, not only because of concealing her identity, but also because of the weight behind that name.
In case my true royal identity is exposed, not only myself, but also these innocent rescuers may be in danger. "My name is Bei Lin'er."
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