She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 199: Watching Every Year, Moved Every Year

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Watching Every Year, Moved Every Year

"Drink a little less, General Yan." The City Lord took the wine cup from her hand and pushed a bowl of dessert in front of her, "Have some of this to fill your stomach, and go outside to enjoy the festivities."

Yan Wanqing smiled.

"Is the City Lord so idle?" she asked incredulously, "Or does the courage come with the wine, such that you start directing me around?" She hadn’t expected that the City Lord would speak to her this way.

The City Lord, with a sly fox-like smile, said warmly, "All this is for your own good, General Yan."

Yan Wanqing was forcibly sent into the bustling streets by this audacious City Lord.

The streets were bustling with people, each holding a Blessing Lantern in their hands.

Her steps faltering, she had drunk a bit too much tonight and couldn’t find a less crowded place anywhere.

Eventually, having no other option, she just followed the crowd, going wherever she was pushed.

She didn’t realize that the crowd was headed toward the riverbank, and just as Yan Wanqing was about to be pushed into the river, a strong hand grabbed her in time.

"Have you been drinking? Who were you drinking with?" the newcomer asked with a stern face, "You’ve had quite a lot to drink."

Yan Wanqing squinted at him, "You, you are Yizhi."

This was the person she had just separated from that afternoon. Instinctively, Yan Wanqing looked around for Gesang.

Yizhi, supporting her unsteady form, spoke discontentedly, "Stand properly. Look at what you’re wearing—neither man nor woman. What kind of appearance is this?"

He reached out to help Yan Wanqing remove a leaf from her hair, but she slapped his hand away fiercely.

Yan Wanqing, her head bowed with her upper face shadowed, said, "Don’t interfere."

"What did you say?" Yizhi didn’t hear her clearly.

Yan Wanqing lifted her head, her eyes filled with cold light, "I said don’t interfere. How much I drink or who I drink with has nothing to do with you, right?"

"What are you to me? Do you have anything to do with me at all?" Yan Wanqing shook off his hand and turned away.

She had barely taken two steps before he grasped her hand again.

His grip was frighteningly strong; Yan Wanqing couldn’t break free at all.

Yizhi dragged her forward, turning left and right until they reached a small alley. Although the bustling crowd continued outside, only the two of them were in the alley.

"Repeat what you just said, Yan Wanqing." His voice was low and filled with fury as he looked at her leaning against the wall, his eyes full of turbulent currents.

Yan Wanqing stiffened her neck, biting her lower lip, "You’re deaf. Even shouting doesn’t get through to you. Perhaps you should see a doctor about that ear."

"Who were you drinking with?" he asked again, trying to remain patient.

Yan Wanqing rolled her eyes, "Definitely not with you, so what does it matter to you?"

"Can we talk properly?"

"Talk about what?" Yan Wanqing laughed lightly, "What do you want me to say? You are Yizhi—don’t forget who you are."

With those words, she turned to leave.

"No matter what you say, I am still the one who saved your life. Is this how you treat someone who saved you?" an angry male voice came from behind her.

Yan Wanqing stopped in her tracks.

She slowly turned around and looked toward him in the darkness, "...What do you want me to do in return? Make your request, and if it is within my power, I will certainly satisfy it."

"Leave Xiliang City," he said, "This place is very dangerous."

"I can’t do that." Yan Wanqing immediately refused.

She had military orders on her, and this was no child’s play. Desertion in the face of the enemy was treated as treason without exception.

"Is there anything else you wish to say?" Yan Wanqing continued to gaze at him. At this moment, Gesang’s voice faintly came from outside, ceaselessly calling Yizhi’s name.

Yizhi pursed his lips, "...Are you doing well?"

"If that’s what you’re going to talk about, then we have nothing to discuss, since we’re not close acquaintances. Your Gesang is looking for you, it’s not appropriate for me to be here, goodbye." Yan Wanqing took a deep breath, turned, and left.

The man behind her watched her departing figure, his deep emotions eventually extinguishing in his eyes.

Yan Wanqing moved into the flow of people, feeling a residual warmth in her palm. She stretched out her hand and looked carefully, only to find that it was no longer as soft and delicate as it once was; now, it was covered with various scars and calluses from wielding a sword.

After Yizhi’s performance tonight, Yan Wanqing was certain that he was Xiao Pingfeng.

She would leave first, so as not to make it difficult for him.

She didn’t want to see the Crown Prince, unyieldingly defiant as he was, having to explain himself in front of Gesang.

"Has General Yan sobered up?" Her wrist was caught by someone.

Yan Wanqing looked down and saw the City Lord of Xiliang, who now did not exhibit the same respect as he had during the day.

She frowned as she looked at her seized wrist, then lightly exerted strength to break free, "The City Lord seems unaware of propriety between men and women."

"I thought we were friends at this moment," the City Lord said with a light chuckle, pushing his wooden wheelchair forward by a few steps.

Yan Wanqing watched his movements, raising an eyebrow, "You’re thinking too much. We have never had a friendship; it has always been a hierarchical relationship."

"So merciless," the City Lord sighed softly, "Then, as my superior, may I invite you to appreciate the unique beauty of Xiliang City?"

"Not interested." Yan Wanqing turned to walk back. She didn’t want to see anything at the moment.

But the City Lord of Xiliang wasn’t about to let her leave just like that, "As a lame man in a crowded place like this, does General Yan have the heart to leave me here alone?"

"I do. Have fun enjoying yourself; as the General, I’ve had too much to drink and will take my leave first."

Seeing Yan Wanqing leaving, he sighed softly, "Ah, I was hoping to chat with General Yan about the Holy Maiden and the Divine Sect, but it seems you’re not interested."

The next second, Yan Wanqing’s hands were on the wheelchair, "Let’s go. Where are we viewing the scenery?"

Yan Wanqing pushed the wheelchair up onto the top of the city wall, and from the highest point, she overlooked the bustling marketplace below, capturing the myriad lights in her eyes, which indeed had a unique charm.

"Speak," Yan Wanqing said as she pushed him up, her hands now rubbing her wrists from the effort.

The City Lord, however, put a finger to his lips, "Shh, look, it’s starting."

Yan Wanqing followed his gaze.

At that moment, many people had gathered on the riverbank. They were lighting their Blessing Lanterns and slowly letting go, one lantern after another floating down the river toward the dark blue horizon, a sight too beautiful for words.

Yan Wanqing stared blankly at the horizon, the bright lights reflected in her eyes.

It was breathtaking.

When thousands of lights ascended into the sky, her heart trembled along with them.

It seemed to reignite the determination of her fathers and brothers to die defending their lands if necessary.

"Do you like it?" the person beside her asked.

Yan Wanqing nodded, "It’s breathtaking."

"It only happens once a year," the City Lord said softly, "No matter how many times you see it, it touches you every time. People, no matter how much hardship they endure or how tough their hearts become, always have a soft spot that proves they are alive."

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