The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1215 - 649: Tonight, Guarding the Nation Alone
"I must remind you, though the Liao Clan experts aren’t as formidable as Yu Country, they’re not to be underestimated."
Zhao Douan smiled and said:
"Just the few of us here include five individuals at the Worldly Realm. Plus, with Zhao Shixiong being a Half-step Celestial and the experts from the border army, don’t you think there’s hope?"
"This..." Yu Xiu glanced at Tuoba Weizhi, who looked like a cold-faced assassin, and didn’t speak.
The main priestess had left too deep and terrifying an impression on her, and Xu Jianwen would absolutely not expect Tuoba Weizhi to have joined their side.
This is the trump card.
"Alright, can’t you see Jin Jian is almost falling asleep? You’ve been on a long journey, go rest, don’t you want to take a bath?" Zhao Douan laughed.
Bathing... The three women in the group immediately looked eager.
Even the drowsy Jin Jian was no exception.
Once the three left, "Gambling Saint" Han Zhao curled his lips and walked over, leaning against the pearl railing of the corridor, he said:
"Brother Zhao, did you send them away to have a private conversation with me?"
Quite smart... Zhao Douan was slightly surprised as he glanced at him.
Han Zhao arrogantly crossed his arms, lifted his chin, and said proudly:
"Being a Gambling Saint, reading body language and seeing through the minds of my opponents at the gambling table is my specialty."
Zhao Douan smiled but didn’t deny it, he asked:
"Brother Han, your main cultivation is destiny, with Divine as a secondary, specifically the Marquis of Wind?"
Han Zhao was surprised, "How did you figure that out?"
Nonsense, your Wind Control Skill never stopped when you killed someone... Zhao Douan couldn’t help but recall shortly after he crossed over, when capturing the spies of Prince Jing Mansion, he had, together with Jin Jian, dealt with a "traitor priest" on the streets of the Capital, who had mainly cultivated [Marquis of Wind].
"Heh, I just once saw a Wind Master Sorcerer."
Zhao Douan asked as if in casual conversation:
"I remember the Wind Master Sorcerer has a spell called ’Windflower’, capable of transmitting messages through the wind?"
"Yes, what’s up?"
...
...
The atmosphere in the Border City changed, something many officers in the Southwest Border Army had clearly noticed.
Previously, the "signals" Zhao Shixiong passed to the army leaders were that they must hold the border city and not retreat an inch.
In other words, despite clear understanding of the great disparity in strength, they chose to fight to the death.
Even with Zhao Shixiong’s great prestige, no one in the border army questioned this, but the heavy and oppressive mood ultimately led everyone to lack confidence and expectation of defeating the Liao Clan.
Yet somehow, after a night, General Zhao reversed his previous tragic determination for a decisive battle and began vigorously proclaiming, saying there was great chaos in the Liao Clan’s rear, the situation had changed...
To summarize, the Liao Clan was failing, and the Yu Country side was sure to win, almost welding a mark of "victory" on his face.
The city commanders attributed this change to the intelligence received last night about "great chaos in the rear of the Great Territory".
Regardless of belief, under Zhao Shixiong’s role model, the oppressive atmosphere in the city indeed shifted, even subtly carrying an undertone of excitement.
And as the daylight passed, the sun set, and night fell.
The soldiers guarding the city walls had already been replaced by Zhao Shixiong’s most trusted Personal Guard Camp.
"Who goes there?"
On the city wall, as the last glow of dusk faded on the horizon, an officer noticed two cloaked figures, one leading and one following, walking up to the city head.
However, the cloaked figures’ steps showed no sign of slowing, continuing straight upward.
"Halt! Reveal yourselves! Refuse again, and you will be arrested as spies!" The officer grabbed his sword hilt, shouting loudly.
The nearby guards also drew their swords, ready to subdue if the person continued to resist.
In wartime, everyone’s nerves were tightly wound.
Finally, the cloaked figure halted, reached out with a pair of well-proportioned hands, gently lifted the hood, revealing a face, smiled, and casually tossed over a waist token gifted by Zhao Shixiong:
"I want to sit here on the city head, don’t disturb me."
Instinctively, the officer caught the waist token with one hand but didn’t look at it, just stared intently at the face under the hood, his eyes widening as if turning to stone.
Almost subconsciously, he placed his feet together, respectfully bowed, his voice nearly trembling as he said:
"As... you command!"
The cloaked figure nodded satisfactorily and walked forward.
Once the person left, the surrounding guards looked at the officer in confusion:
"Boss, who was that? To make you so respectful?"
The officer was, after all, an adjutant in their General’s Personal Guard Camp.
Who in this vast border city could cause him to be so flustered?
After this event, as the officer straightened up and raised his head, everyone was once again stunned, for the deputy’s face was flushed, a flush of excitement, his eyes no longer clouded with the heaviness of impending battle.
"Do not show disrespect to this esteemed one!"
The deputy reprimanded, wisely not revealing Zhao Douan’s identity.
How could he say:
He had once been fortunate enough in Yongjia City, in Jingchuan City, to witness the esteemed visage of Imperial Consort Zhao Douan up close?
...
On the city head.
Night had fallen, the night wind was slightly chilly, the surrounding guards withdrew.
Zhao Douan lifted his cloak, sat quietly on the city head, magically producing a jar of osmanthus wine, and quietly drank as he gazed at the dark southern land.
As if... one man guarding the city behind him, behind... Yu Country.
When Old Director died, he was still joyously convinced that Yu Country’s civil war was over, but little did he know Xu Jianwen was still alive... Zhao Douan thought silently.
Beside him, Tuoba Weizhi stood silently, like an emotionless assassin.
After a long while, the slightly dark-skinned, long-haired priestess suddenly spoke:
"Master, do you still not trust this servant? Don’t believe me?"
Zhao Douan drank, not turning his head, his silhouette in the night like a silhouette, behind him was the flickering light of the border city.
He said softly, "No."
Tuoba Weizhi bit her lip, her black eyes gazing seriously at the figure casually sitting on the city head, suddenly saying earnestly:
"Tomorrow, I will strive to prove myself."
"Mm."
This night, the entire border city lay awake.
And at dawn, as the light of daybreak tore through the darkness, illuminating the world, the sound of battle drums awakened the city’s officers and civilians.
Sitting in meditation all night on the city head, Zhao Douan opened his eyes.
In the distance, on the horizon, the dark army of the Liao Clan surged like a tide.
"Zhenbao, as it is said, the Emperor guards the national gate, as a husband, I cannot fall behind. So I will reluctantly defend the south gate."
"I have reached outside the south gate, today I will let the battle unfold unabated."
