Yan Nai’er’s gaze fell on Suo Lun’s portrait, and she murmured, "Jerk, the world really is unfair. You’re so fickle, of such poor character, so unambitious, and yet I love you so much. And other men, so handsome, so powerful, so outstanding, I don’t like them at all."
Her delicate hand traced the face in the portrait, saying, "I don’t hate you because that’s the kind of bad person you are. The fool is me, and the one who killed my father is also me, it has nothing to do with you."
"I still love you, but I’ve grown up now, I’m not naive anymore. So, I will choose a good man, a man who treats me well, and marry myself off. Not for myself, but for my father, for the Silver Wolf Legion."
At this time, outside, the sky had already brightened, and the candlelight in the secret room suddenly went out.
Yan Nai’er’s delicate body shivered, then she clenched her fists, telling herself, "Yan Nai’er, a new day has arrived, new challenges have come. You need to keep the Silver Wolf safe, you need to be strong, you don’t have the right to be naive!"
She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, all the weakness, all the naivety had vanished.
Then, a powerful aura of spiritual power was released, enveloping her entire body, creating a formidable atmosphere.
That cold, formidable Yan Shuang was back.
"Father, and... jerk, I’ll come to see you again in a few days."
Then, she left the secret room, slowly closing the stone door behind her, locking all her weakness, purity, and memories of love inside the secret chamber.
She strode with a forceful and proud pace, ascending the stairs step by step.
By now, the sun had already risen, and the final deadline was almost upon her.
That one named Lanling, and that one named Fen Mo, who could kill Xuesha, who could become her next prospective husband?
She hoped that at least one of them wouldn’t disappoint her.
She continued to ascend, step by step, until reaching the highest floor of the Central Army building, overseeing the entire camp, overseeing the entire plains.
Now she was that breathtakingly beautiful, cold as frost, incomparably strong leader of the Silver Wolf Legion!
Her beautiful eyes glanced into the distance. Couldn’t it be that both Lanling and Fen Mo had failed? That would be too disappointing.
To become her husband, one must pass the most rigorous tests. If one couldn’t even kill Xuesha, then don’t even dream about keeping the Silver Wolf Legion safe, because what’s coming next are the most vicious and cunning snakes and hungry wolves.
Just at that moment, suddenly, a horse arrived from the west.
It seemed to be that rough fellow named Lanling. He was actually returning, waving a head in his hand - it was unmistakably the head of Xuesha.
Had he really succeeded? His martial arts were so weak, what had he used to kill Xuesha?
Inside the military camp, Yuan Jie was completely stunned as well. In his view, Fen Mo had a thirty percent chance of killing Xuesha, but Lanling had no hope at all, because his cultivation was too weak and his arrows could do no harm to Xuesha.
But unexpectedly, it was this weak Suo Lun who had killed Xuesha.
Looking at Lanling’s figure, Yan Shuang thought to herself, "This Lanling will be my next candidate for a husband. I hope he can pass my tests and not disappoint me."
And at this moment, the sun rose from the east, shining on Lanling’s face.
The sunlight covered his face, turning it into a white expanse, obliterating his features, leaving only a silhouette visible.
Yan Shuang suddenly realized that this silhouette, this outline, was so similar to the Suo Lun she remembered.
Suddenly, her heart missed a beat, her heart raced, she could not believe as she gazed at Lanling’s figure.
And at that moment, Suo Lun charged into the camp, looking up at the beautiful figure on the high floor of the Central Army building, raising the head in his hand aloft, and bellowed, "Miss Yan Shuang, I have killed Xuesha and come to present his head!"
Note: The first update of six thousand words is here; it took three hours to write and an hour to review and edit. And then, it’s already 8 a.m., dawn.
Brothers, we’ve dropped to eighth in the monthly ticket standings, crying for support!