The Emperor of Xiyun was filled with emotions and couldn't help but speak out, "Jingjing, you didn't see, naturally, you wouldn't know, but I saw, I saw on the battlefield, I always saw. Yi Er, he truly was not afraid of death…"
He truly was not afraid of death…
As An Jing sipped her sour plum drink, she listened to this sentence, and her heart suddenly clenched, causing her intense pain, an acute pain. Her husband had originally planned to die on the battlefield; he never intended to come back alive, so how could he possibly be afraid of death.
"I still remember," the Emperor of Xiyun sank into his memories, "When I led the troops myself and first entered the military camp, I inadvertently overheard that there was a strange soldier in the army, who had never spoken a word, and yet, when facing the enemy, he would rush towards danger without any fear of death, and even seemed to be seeking it."
