mtl008 Chapter 400 White Flower
Chapter 400 White Flower
Southern Wei.
The first year of Yaozhu.
Flowers abound in the southernmost lands.
Ji Lian likes small white wild flowers the most.
The small white flowers bloom on the edge of the cliff and are not broken by the wind, which is very attractive.
When I was sixteen.
The Southern Wei's horses' hooves flattened the tribe, and the flowers on the cliff were dyed red with blood.
Ji Lian lay in the crevice of the rock, watching her grandma's white hair burning in the fire, like white flowers flying in the sky.
"kill!"
"Kill all these southern barbarians!"
"The King of Wei has said that all women and children must be taken back to work, and pregnant women...are not allowed to have children!"
"Yes!"
……
The Southern Wei soldiers were like evil spirits crawling out of hell, grinning as they stabbed their sharp knives into the captives' abdomens. The mixture of screams and laughter drowned out the sound of the wind.
Ji Lian bit her wrist tightly, the taste of blood filled her mouth, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
The eyes that once held the clear reflections of white wildflowers were now filled with tears.
"Have you found any fish that slipped through the net?"
"Captain, there seems to be movement in the cracks over here!"
The footsteps are getting closer.
Ji Lian curled up in the deepest part of the dark crevice, holding her breath and not letting herself make a sound.
A rough hand pushed aside the weeds at the entrance of the cave. Just as the soldier bent down to look around, Ji Lian suddenly rushed out and used all his strength to stab the wooden stick in his hand into the soldier's leg.
"what--!"
A shrill scream cut through the air.
The soldier fell to the ground in pain, rolling over while covering his bloody wound.
Ji Lian took the opportunity to rush out from his side and ran towards the edge of the cliff.
The wind whistled in my ears, mixed with angry roars.
"Follow closely!"
"Catch her!"
"Don't let that barbarian girl get away!"
Ji Xian's lungs were burning with pain, her legs felt like they were filled with lead, and tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into the soil covered with white flowers.
But how could a girl’s leg strength compete with that of a soldier?
Sure enough, before she ran far, she was grabbed from behind, fell backward suddenly, and fell heavily to the ground.
"Smelly bitch!"
"If you dare to hurt me, I'll kill you!"
The soldier's face was ferocious, and he held high a bloody scimitar, ready to chop down Ji Lian's head.
Ji Lian closed her eyes, tears mixed with the dust on her face.
"stop."
A majestic voice sounded, and the butcher knife that was about to fall stopped abruptly in mid-air.
The soldiers looked in the direction of the voice and bowed in unison: "Your Majesty!"
There was the sound of horse hooves as a majestic black horse came galloping over. Sitting upright on the horse's back was a man with a burly figure. It was Jiang Kui, the King of Southern Wei.
Jiang Kui's gaze fell on Ji Lian, who was trembling slightly.
Although her clothes were torn, one could still tell that the fabric was expensive, and it was obvious that she was of high social status. Her pretty face was so beautiful that even though it was covered in dust, it could not hide her true beauty.
Ji Lian was shaking violently, and her pitiful look piqued Jiang Kui's interest.
"Why kill her?"
Jiang Kui spoke lightly.
The soldier quickly reported back, "Your Majesty, this barbarian woman hid in a crevice and attempted to escape after we discovered her!"
Jiang Kui glanced at the soldier's wounds and returned to Ji Lian's face: "He is quite fierce."
Ji Lian raised her head slightly, hatred burning in her heart like a poisonous flame, but she didn't even have the strength to bite her tongue to commit suicide.
Jiang Kui rode his horse closer and looked down at her.
After a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up in an unpredictable arc: "Southern Xinjiang has been destroyed, and those who resisted have all turned to dust..."
He paused, his voice not loud, but clearly heard by everyone: "Take it back to the king's tent, clean it up, and sleep with him tonight."
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.
Your Majesty...
Are you attracted to this wild girl?
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
The soldier immediately loosened his grip, but still held Ji Lian's arm to prevent her from attacking again.
Ji Lian struggled and screamed desperately: "Kill me! Kill me——"
Jiang Kui seemed not to hear, turned his horse's head, and left only a cold order: "Ask the laundry woman to wash her clean and feed her well."
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away.
The soldiers looked at each other, and when they looked at Ji Lian again, their eyes were different.
Ji Lian stopped crying.
She was like a lifeless jade sculpture, allowing the soldiers to drag her up from the ground.
She looked back.
I took a look at the land of my homeland that was soaked in fire and blood, and only thick smoke remained.
Small white flowers.
Never seen again.
From then on, she became an outlier in the harem of the King of Southern Wei. She didn't compete for favor, didn't scheme, and could only sit by the window and sing songs from her hometown.
Until Ji Xian was born.
She just knew.
In this deep palace, there is still a reason to live.
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Southern Wei.
The fourth year of Yaozhu.
The night when the Imperial Master said Ji Xian was a demon, she rebelled against Jiang Kui for the first time.
The palace lantern swayed violently in the wind, casting Ji Lian's frail figure against the cold palace wall.
She knelt in front of Jiang Kui, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands.
"My king, Shan'er is only three years old... How could she be a demon?" Her voice was broken and had a southern Xinjiang accent.
Jiang Kui looked at her, his eyes as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month: "The Imperial Master observed the celestial phenomena at night and saw that the evil star was descending. The time when the child was born corresponds to the position of the Heavenly Evil."
"Just because of this?" Ji Lian raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. "Just because of a star sign, you want to kill our child?"
"Not killing."
Jiang Kui's voice was calm, "It's a sacrifice to heaven."
The two words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing Ji Lian's heart.
She stood up and looked Jiang Kui in the eye for the first time in four years. "You razed my tribe to the ground, burned my people to death, and now you're not even going to spare your own flesh and blood?"
Jiang Kui's eyes flashed with anger: "Ji Lian! Pay attention to your identity!"
"My identity?"
Ji Lian suddenly laughed, her laughter was shrill, "I am your trophy, your plaything, but I am also Shan'er's mother!"
She turned and rushed towards the palace gate, but was stopped by the guards.
Jiang Kui's voice came coldly from behind: "Do you think you can resist?"
Ji Lian didn't look back: "I can't, but unless I die, no one can touch my child!"
That night.
Ji Lian was subjected to all kinds of humiliation by Jiang Kui until her body was covered with scars, and then she was abandoned on the bed.
Until it was dark again, the imperial teacher came with his guards.
"My lady, why do you have to do this?"
The Imperial Master sighed, "The demon has descended upon the world, and the nation will be destroyed. For the sake of the Southern Wei..."
"What does the Southern Wei dynasty have to do with me?" Ji Lian interrupted him. "I only know that this is my child."
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Queen Murong walked slowly towards them.
"Wait a minute, Imperial Master," Murong's voice was gentle. "The King has ordered that this matter need further discussion."
The Imperial Master frowned and said, "My Queen, this is the King's will."
"The king changed his mind this morning."
Murong said calmly, her eyes sweeping across Ji Lian's pale face, "Ji Xian can survive, but restrictions must be placed on him. If there's even a trace of demonic energy, he can't survive in this world."
Ji Lian was stunned.
She didn't expect Murong to help her. They had hardly spoken to each other in the past four years.
After the Imperial Master left, Murong approached Ji Lian and whispered, "Get up quickly, the ground is cold."
"Why help me?" Ji Lian asked.
Murong Shi did not answer, but only glanced at Ji Xian: "It's not me, Your Majesty is kind-hearted."
Ji Lian collapsed to the ground.
She understood that this was not grace, but a crueler shackle.