Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress
Chapter 641 - 638 - : Extreme Fear_1

Chapter 641: 638 Chapter: Extreme Fear_1

King Liang’s General saw the scene, his face turned pale, knowing that this defeat might doom their entire clan.

He pulled his son, General Xiao Wang, to his side and shouted: "Quick! Protect the King! Protect the King!"

The twenty thousand spirited soldiers of Anping Camp surged like a black tide from behind the Nandu army, joining the melee, attacking from both sides along with the Patrol Camp and the imperial guards. The Nandu army was in chaos, filled with fear, unable to attend to everything; defeat loomed imminently.

King Liang’s face turned ashen, his palms tightly gripping the hem of his robe. He knew once King Xian died... the Nandu army would inevitably fall into disarray!

Bai Qingyan’s horse landed steadily on the high steps. She pulled the reins; the horse neighed, kicking down several Nandu soldiers wielding long spears, and charged swiftly up the steps...

Fan Yuhuai, with one eye covered, saw the slender, cold figure in silver armor in the rain. With the Shooting Sun Bow strapped to her back, she bent down and snatched a long spear from a rebel soldier.

Fan Yuhuai’s eyes widened, his blood boiling. He shouted excitedly: "Princess of Zhen! It’s the Princess of Zhen leading the brothers from Anping Camp!"

Fan Yuhuai gritted his teeth, tore off the headband, wrapped it around his one eye, drew his sword, and shouted loudly: "Brothers! The Princess of Zhen has brought twenty thousand brothers from Anping Camp! We outnumber the enemy; we will surely win this battle! Brothers... attack!"

Seeing Bai Qingyan charging on her horse, the Patrol Camp and imperial guards saw hope!

It was as if countless forces surged from the retreating soldiers’ feet, suddenly yearning to fight to the death, to leave no enemy standing.

"Brothers! Kill! Slaughter this group of damned Nandu rebels to avenge our fallen brothers!"

"Kill!"

"Come on! Damn Nandu soldiers, taste the hardness of your grandpa’s blade!"

Inside the grand hall, the Emperor heard the shouts about the Princess of Zhen outside. He also heard the soldiers’ spirited and impassioned curses. He couldn’t help but prop himself up on his elbow, looking out through the tightly closed window, but he could only see some vague shadows and hear the increasingly intense shouts of battle.

Quan Yu, peeking out through the crack in the door, saw Bai Qingyan and cried out excitedly. He turned back, almost shouting himself hoarse: "The Princess of Zhen is here! The Princess of Zhen is here to rescue! Your Majesty... Your Highness! It’s the Princess of Zhen here to rescue!"

The Emperor took a deep breath, his heart pounding rapidly. For a moment, joy was barely visible on his face.

The Crown Prince, kneeling at the bedside, straightened his spine and shouted happily: "Father! The Princess of Zhen is here! The Princess of Zhen is here!"

The Eldest Princess, leaning on her cane, took two steps forward to the window. She wanted to look outside through the cracks but was worried about seeing her granddaughter injured. She could only rapidly move the Buddha Beads in her hands, praying to the heavens to keep her granddaughter safe, even if it meant shortening her lifespan by ten or twenty years; she would be willing to die right away!

Bai Qingyan, galloping on her horse, had her gaze locked onto King Xian and King Liang’s direction. Through the curtain of rain, King Liang met Bai Qingyan’s sharp and piercing gaze, his mind racing...

In front of him, King Liang had two choices. Either... he picked up King Xian’s sword and fought to the death, hoping for a chance to seize the throne.

Or, he continued to act weak and pleaded for mercy from the Emperor, claiming King Xian coerced him. He had thought King Xian was entering the palace to rescue the Emperor, but after killing King Xin, King Xian suddenly claimed King Xin murdered the Emperor and the Crown Prince.

King Liang had faked weakness his entire life. Finally, getting this chance, his gaze fell on the sword by King Xian’s hand through the rain dripping from his eyelashes. He bit his lip and took a step forward, just as he was about to pick up the sword...

Suddenly, a cry rang out from the heavy shield soldiers surrounding King Xian; they were trampled by a flying horse. A silver spear with cold, murderous intent pierced through the air, striking King Xian’s heart, scaring King Liang into falling to the ground.

It was a fatal strike; King Xian didn’t even have time to widen his eyes. The Nandu generals surrounding him couldn’t draw their swords in time, only feeling a black shadow swoop by. King Liang’s General was trampled by hooves, spewing blood.

"Father!" General Xiao Wang exclaimed.

Bai Qingyan grabbed the silver spear. Pressing its end against her waist armor, she roared, using all her might to lift King Xian.

Fu Ruoxi, clad in armor, led the generals of Anping Camp. Together with the Bai family guard, they surrounded Bai Qingyan. She dismounted, her sword slashing down wherever it struck... heads of the Nandu heavy shield soldiers rolled.

Bai Qingyan, trembling with the silver spear, felt her strength waning, wondering how to intimidate the enemy army into submission.

The sight of Bai Qingyan lifting King Xian with the silver spear broke the Nandu army’s will to fight.

In the pouring rain, the Nandu soldiers and King Liang looked up, wide-eyed, at King Xian impaled by Bai Qingyan’s silver spear, full of disbelief. They couldn’t fathom how a frail woman like Bai Qingyan could be so fierce and brave.

The shock made their scalps tingle.

Was this... the supposedly weak eldest daughter of the Bai family, whose martial arts were lost and body frail? If the Bai men were still around... how formidable would they be?!

Bai Qingyan gritted her teeth, her sharp gaze sweeping over the bloody battlefield below, corpses piled high. She shouted loudly: "King Xian of Nandu is dead! Those who resist will die! Those who surrender will be spared!"

Fu Ruoxi also raised his sword with one hand and shouted: "King Xian of Nandu is dead! Those who resist will die! Those who surrender will be spared!"

King Xian’s death and the hope of surrender echoed ceaselessly in the rain-washed palace.

King Xian’s corpse, like a flag... became the white flag of Nandu army’s surrender.

The Nandu soldiers, devoid of the will to continue the fight, dropped their swords, spears, shields, and swords one after another.

King Liang closed his eyes, knowing that even if he picked up King Xian’s sword now, with the soldiers’ morale broken, there was no hope of victory.

He looked at Bai Qingyan, still holding up King Xian’s body, thinking even more about his advisor, Du Zhiwei...

Indeed, Du Zhiwei was right; Bai Qingyan was a born general. He should have figured a way to recruit Bai Qingyan, but... after he framed Duke of Zhen, Bai Weiting, for treason, there was no chance left.

King Liang reacted swiftly, suddenly kneeling towards the Emperor’s bedchamber, crying loudly: "Father... Father, save me! Your son didn’t know King Xian would rebel! Before entering the palace, King Xian clearly said he wanted me to enter the palace with him to rescue you, but I didn’t know he would rebel! He grabbed my arm, dragging me to your bedchamber. I... I was terrified!"

Upon hearing King Liang’s cries, Bai Qingyan threw down the silver spear with King Xian’s body, her arm trembling uncontrollably. She pretended to be calm as she dismounted.

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