First, cruelly tie flammable materials to a person, then ignite the flammable materials...
Before the flammable materials on this person burn out, they must run quickly, run to the target point and spread the fire on themselves to another person, or another flammable and important item...
If the flame spreads to an item, at most, it’s just the item burning, no big deal.
But if it spreads to a person, that’s extraordinary.
If the person aflame cannot get help, they develop a revenge mentality and pull others to die together.
Just like that, one spreads to ten, ten spreads to a hundred. The army camp becomes filled with people on fire.
This kind of attack, injures the enemy one thousand while losing eight hundred of your own, not only challenges humanity but also lacks any humanity.
In marching and fighting, this is most feared.
Yet, to win, some still use risky moves.
The general at the Bei Xia border used this move to force the once victorious Crown Prince and General Qi into despair.
That night, the Crown Prince and General Qi’s entire army was wiped out and captured by the Bei Xia people.
Unable to accept such humiliation, the Crown Prince and General Qi both chose suicide.
Waking from the dream, Jun Ning awoke suddenly, "Crown Prince... don’t leave me..."
The scene in the dream was bloody and cruel; everywhere lay wronged corpses. Though Jun Ning was accustomed to killing in her past life, she was still startled into a cold sweat.
No, she must help the Crown Prince.
This matter is actually very simple.
As long as the Crown Prince becomes cautious, prepares defense, and doesn’t relax to rest right after winning a battle, leading to being wiped out while still dreaming, then the Bei Xia human torch strategy won’t be realized.
But how to spread this information?
A trustworthy person must be sent to deliver it.
But in this entire empire, who is worthy of trust? Who is worthy of such a mission?
While pondering these questions, Jun Ning touched the longevity lock around her neck.
But after touching for a while, she didn’t find the longevity lock.
Hmm? Where’s her longevity lock? How’s it gone? Where did it go?
Jun Ning turned over and got up, took off her underwear to search, but still didn’t find it.
She searched on the bed, below the bed, on the clothes rack... she searched everywhere possible. But, no find.
Because of her large movement, she woke Lan Xihe who was sleeping next to her.
Lan Xihe rubbed her eyes and asked, "Ah Ning, what are you looking for?"
"Nothing." Jun Ning said: "Don’t mind me, go back to sleep!"
How could Lan Xihe sleep; she got up and dressed, put on shoes, "Ah Ning, I’ll help you search."
Lan Xihe saw that Jun Ning’s hand was always on her chest, seemingly feeling for something. And with the longevity lock hanging on Jun Ning’s chest disappearing, she roughly guessed what Jun Ning was searching for.
It was the longevity lock.
The two searched back and forth for a while, ultimately finding it in the snowman’s pile where they made snowmen yesterday.
After Lan Xihe helped Jun Ning put on the longevity lock again, she said, "Ah Ning, I heard this longevity lock was last year’s birthday gift from the Emperor?"
"Who did you hear this from, nonsense." Jun Ning denied it.
"Ah Ning, don’t lie to me." Lan Xihe sighed deeply and advised, "Xi He, though your father once did wrong, it was also unintentional, and he knows he was wrong now, striving to correct it. And haven’t you punished him long enough?"
"If it’s enough, forgive him?" Lan Xihe advised.
Jun Ning snorted coldly; she wouldn’t.
"Ah Ning, surely cherish the days your parents are alive well. Don’t wait until you lose them to learn appreciation." Lan Xihe spoke from the heart, with a sigh.
This sentiment made Lan Xihe reminisce about times her parents were alive, both particularly adored her.
"Dad, Mom, Xi He really misses you." Lan Xihe murmured softly, unable to hold her emotions anymore, crying painfully.
Afraid of affecting Jun Ning, she went outside.
She found a quiet place where no one would disturb her.
In this place, even crying loudly wouldn’t be heard.
She cried hysterically.
Though Lan Xihe thought no one would notice her, she didn’t know Jun Ning followed as soon as she ran out.
Seeing her cry so sorrowfully, Jun Ning extended her arms, hugging Lan Xihe from behind and comforted softly, "Sister Xi He, don’t cry, when I grow up, have my own influence, I will certainly help you find your parents." Chapters fırst released on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝙣𝙚𝙩
From the moment Jun Ning brought Lan Xihe to her side, she had decided this.
Lan Xihe had long lost hope of finding her parents, she packed her emotions and turned to Jun Ning, saying, "Ah Ning, say no more, shall we go back to the chamber? It’s cold outside, you’d catch a cold, and it wouldn’t be good."
Speaking, the slightly over eight-year-old Lan Xihe picked up four-year-old Jun Ning and walked towards the chamber.
After arriving at the chamber, while the maids hadn’t come to serve yet, Jun Ning mysteriously said to Lan Xihe, "Sister Xi He, I have a task for you to execute, if successful, you will receive special cultivation from a mysterious person, will you take the task?"
Lan Xihe was very interested in this matter, but she needed to understand one thing.
"Special cultivation?" Lan Xihe asked: "What specifically is the special cultivation?"
"You will learn knowledge beyond this era, you will also gain skills that ordinary people can’t defeat you."
After Jun Ning finished speaking, she waited for Lan Xihe’s choice.
She believed the condition offered was enticing enough, Lan Xihe wouldn’t refuse.
Indeed, Lan Xihe wouldn’t refuse; she agreed without hesitation, "As long as I can become strong, I’ll do anything."
"Really?" Jun Ning asked again, "Even if this task may cost you your life, will you accept?"
"I will." Lan Xihe said.
"Great!" Jun Ning wrote blood text with her green handkerchief.
Just one sentence, ’After a month, in facing Bei Xia, the Crown Prince must not choose to rest after confrontation victory, defense must be strengthened. Otherwise, Dongchu will certainly be wiped out.’.
Jun Ning handed the written blood text to Lan Xihe, "This is your first task, deliver this to Dongchu border with Bei Xia, to the Crown Prince, timeframe twenty-eight days."
"The road is fraught with peril, Sister Xi He, can you really do it?"
Jun Ning’s tone was unlike a four-year-old child.
She was so steady, her words hiding a probe. Mature like an adult.
Upon hearing, Lan Xihe felt frightened.
Yet, what she feared was not the danger of going to the border but Jun Ning...