In the gentle light of the rising sun, a new day unfurled its wings over the city. The postponement of the engagement cast a shadow of uncertainty, yet a glimmer of hope clung to the hearts of those who watched the world awaken.
Amid the soft hues of dawn, a gathering of determined souls assembled in the courtyard. Clad in armor that gleamed with resolve, the soldiers stood as a testament to unity in the face of adversity. Among them strode Feng Li, his presence marked by a quiet intensity, a determination etched into the lines of his face. His companions, their expressions a tapestry of emotions ranging from trepidation to courage, flanked him like pillars of unwavering strength.
The heart of the city pulsed in time with the soldiers' footsteps, as the populace lined the streets to bear witness to their departure. Among those on the precipice of change stood Qin Ling, her perch on a restaurant's balcony affording her a privileged view. Searching amidst the assembly, she caught sight of a figure that stood apart, a beacon of distinction within the ranks. His brows bore the weight of character, their pronounced arch accentuated by their elegant curve. Eyes as green as new leaves exuded a detachment that seemed impervious to the world's currents, a demeanor mirrored by the stoic lines of his visage. His complexion, kissed by the sun, emanated a warm, wheatish hue that bespoke days spent beneath open skies. Hair coiled in disciplined symmetry framed features that were the embodiment of composure, a stature that carried an aura of command. With long legs that seemed to span endless horizons, he defined handsomeness in its purest form.
As Qin Ling's gaze lingered on this captivating sight, her senses seemed to sharpen, absorbing every detail of his presence. The aura he exuded was magnetic, drawing the attention of all who beheld him. Murmurs and hushed conversations fluttered through the air, like leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. A symphony of questions danced through the crowd, each voice seeking to unveil the identity of the enigmatic figure who stood as a paragon of distinction.
Then, as if the whispered wind had carried the truth to their ears, the revelation was spoken, "He is the crown prince."
Qin Ling's breath caught in her throat, the realization like a pebble thrown into a pond, sending ripples of astonishment through her being. The portrait of the crown prince she had constructed in her mind clashed with the reality before her. He was not merely a symbol of a postponed engagement; he was a warrior, prepared to face the tumultuous currents of war. The distance between the image she held and the truth laid bare was as vast as the horizon that stretched before her.
After half a month of arduous travel,
Feng Li and his comrades arrived at the war-torn West side. The devastation was palpable; even with the evacuation, traces of brutal violence lingered.
Upon reaching the makeshift base, General Lin, his armor marred with bloodstains, approached Feng Li. He bowed, addressing him, "Your Highness, the crown prince."
Feng Li's response was swift and humble, "General Lin, consider me merely a fellow soldier. No need for titles."
"As you wish," General Lin replied, his demeanor respectful yet tense.
Abruptly, a disheveled soldier burst onto the scene, his words rushed, "General, the enemy forces are perilously close!"
Without hesitation, General Lin issued rapid orders for defense. Feng Li blended seamlessly into the ranks, embodying the role of an ordinary soldier.
However, as time marched on, the relentless grip of war showed no sign of loosening. Amid the ongoing turmoil, General Lin's voice carried a sense of disbelief, "Three years have passed… Who could have foreseen this?"
Three years had etched their mark upon the passage of time,
Feng Li, once the illustrious crown prince, had now taken up the mantle of regent. Yet, his newfound title carried with it a shadow, as whispers painted him as a bloodthirsty specter. In his relentless pursuit of victory, Feng Li had indeed brought down the enemy's forces, but the manner in which he did so was etched in brutality. The tales of his merciless savagery spread far and wide, casting him as the infamous "bloodthirsty demon" throughout the empire.
Within the empire's borders, an air of trepidation hung, and Feng Li's name invoked a shiver down spines. The stories of his ruthlessness had woven a tapestry of dread. However, it was the army's ranks that held a well-guarded truth - a truth that unveiled the complexity beneath the sinister veneer.
Amidst the coldness and detachment that marked the Regent's public demeanor, a clandestine reality remained known only to the soldiers who fought beside him. This Regent, feared by many, never dealt punishment to the innocent. A sense of justice, unwavering and resolute, guided his actions. The truth behind his ferocity lay in the despicable acts committed by the enemy soldiers. They had violated women and girls, a heinousness so profound that his retaliation was as relentless as it was unmerciful.
Among the warriors who stood shoulder to shoulder with him, an unspoken understanding flourished - an understanding that he had personally put an engagement asunder two years past. It was a gesture that defied expectations, offering a glimpse into the layers of complexity beneath the monstrous reputation that clung to his name.
As the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, casting the world in hues of orange and gold, Feng Li found himself riding his horse towards the capital city. The journey was long, and the weary soldiers gradually set up their tents, their tired faces illuminated by the flickering flames of campfires. The aroma of a simple dinner wafted through the air, a comforting contrast to the harshness of war.
Amidst the bustling camp, Feng Li's reputation as a bloodthirsty demon seemed to momentarily fade into the background. He dismounted near the river, a peaceful respite from the chaos of battle. The water glimmered like liquid silver under the moon's soft glow, and he approached its edge with purpose.
With deliberate movements, Feng Li shed his battle-worn armor, revealing the contours of a body marked by battles fought and scars earned. The night air brushed against his bare skin as he waded into the water, each step a brief reprieve from the weight of his responsibilities. The moonlight danced on the ripples, casting a silvery spell over the scene.
Under the quiet canopy of the night, he immersed himself in the river's embrace. The water's gentle touch seemed to wash away not only the grime of battle but also the burdens he carried as regent. The air was filled with the soft symphony of nature – the rustling leaves, the distant hooting of an owl – a stark contrast to the clangor of war.
As he emerged from the water, droplets trickling down his taut muscles, his thoughts drifted. Memories of a time before his fearsome reputation resurfaced – the handwritten letter he had sent, the engagement he had dissolved. In the solitude of the night, with the river as his confidant, he found solace in the memories that defined him beyond the battlefield.
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As Feng Li emerged from the cool embrace of the river, droplets of water clinging to his skin like liquid diamonds, he became acutely aware of an unseen presence. A subtle yet unmistakable sensation tickled his senses, like an enigmatic whisper from the surrounding forest.
He cast a casual glance towards the source of this peculiar aura, his eyes scanning the shadows where the trees stood sentinel. There, behind the veil of foliage, lay a hidden observer, their presence shrouded in an aura of pure curiosity rather than any nefarious intent. Feng Li's brow furrowed slightly, his instincts warring with his natural curiosity.
Deciding to dismiss the eerie sensation, he continued his leisurely bath in the gentle river's current, the rustling leaves providing a soothing backdrop to his solitary serenity. Minutes passed in tranquil immersion, the world around him lulled into a harmonious symphony of nature.
Yet, the presence remained persistent, never quite fading into obscurity. It was as though an invisible thread tethered this observer to his existence, an unrelenting whisper that refused to be ignored.
Eventually, curiosity overpowered caution, and Feng Li waded to the river's edge, his tall figure emerging from the water's embrace. There, he confronted the elusive being that had dared to breach his solitude.
Swift as a shadow, his hand reached out and closed around the entity. What he held in his grasp was a creature as unexpected as it was enchanting – a dainty white fox, its size diminutive compared to its wild counterparts. Its fur was a cascade of pristine white, akin to freshly fallen snow, and it possessed an otherworldly fluffiness that could rival the softest of stuffed toys.
In this peculiar standoff between regent and fox, two pairs of eyes met, one obsidian and one a brilliant jade. An unspoken understanding passed between them, a wordless acknowledgment of the enigma that had unfolded on the river's edge.
Yet, what struck Feng Li was not merely the fox's presence but its response – or lack thereof. While a typical animal might have squirmed or wriggled, displaying fear or unease, this little fox remained eerily still. Its gaze held an uncommon intensity, its watery eyes seemingly probing his soul.
Feng Li released his captive, his initial shock giving way to intrigue. This was no ordinary fox; it was a creature of unusual qualities, an emissary from a realm beyond the ordinary. As he reached for his clothing, preparing to leave the river's embrace, his gaze shifted once more to the enigmatic fox.
To his astonishment, the creature, small and unassuming, displayed no fear. Instead, it leaped from the river's edge and nestled itself within the folds of his clothing, seeking refuge against his chest.
This act of trust, so pure and unguarded, tugged at Feng Li's heartstrings. His countenance, perpetually stoic and aloof, softened at this unexpected display of vulnerability. As he lifted the reins of his waiting horse, a newfound sense of connection warmed his heart.
With the little fox nestled close, their destinies converged – a fleeting encounter that held the promise of unforeseen adventures, a regent touched by the magic of the extraordinary.
Feng Li couldn't help but murmur softly to the little fox as he went about his preparations, "You're a fearless one, aren't you?"
The fox responded with a gaze filled with innocence and curiosity, its expressive eyes seemingly conveying a silent affirmation.
Feng Li chuckled, a rare sound in the midst of his solemnity. He whispered to his newfound companion, "Very well then, you can ride with me."
Upon returning to the camp, Feng Li dismounted his horse, the gentle thud of his boots against the earth marking his arrival. It wasn't long before a vigilant soldier approached him, eager to attend to the regent's needs.
"Sir, your tent is ready," the soldier informed Feng Li, gesturing towards the awaiting shelter.
With a nod of acknowledgment, Feng Li followed the soldier to his tent. It was a modest dwelling, offering only the essentials for a brief respite. Inside, two chairs stood sentinel, a silent invitation for their occupant.
Seating himself, Feng Li embarked upon the simple ritual of removing the little white fox from his protective cocoon of clothes, cradling the fluffy creature in his arms. The fox settled onto his lap with undeniable comfort, a living testament to their newfound connection.
Feng Li's fingers danced across the fox's pristine fur, each stroke conveying a silent bond that transcended words. He spoke softly to the small, enigmatic companion, their connection defying explanation.
"Little thing, do you want to come with me?" Feng Li inquired, his voice a murmur in the quiet tent, filled with warmth and understanding.
In response, the little fox tilted its head upwards, a gesture brimming with affirmation and trust. It was as though the creature had found a kindred spirit in the regent.
Feng Li continued his gentle dialogue, seeking a deeper connection with this peculiar companion. "Do you understand me?"
For a fleeting moment, the little fox appeared to freeze, its movements stilled by an unspoken tension. It remained motionless, a picture of innocence, as if their connection were mere happenstance.
Yet, Feng Li, astute and perceptive, knew better. The intricate dance between them spoke volumes, their unspoken understanding transcending the boundaries of words.
Rather than press the issue, Feng Li chose to embrace the charming mystique of the moment. He continued to stroke the little fox's fur.