When Ying Dan woke up, he found himself lying alone outside the military camp. If an enemy had passed by and dealt him another blow, he would’ve been finished. Terrified, Ying Dan cursed Ying Weige in his heart.
Of course, he didn’t dare confront Ying Weige directly—just look at how miserably he lost this time!
Ying Weige, meanwhile, was busy soothing “Little Xue’er’s” emotions, even temporarily setting aside the task of capturing the city.
The enemy was already showing signs of exhaustion. They were holding out simply because they refused to become the stepping stones of a woman like her.
Shen Que had made up her mind—once the story she wanted to see reached its conclusion, she would make everyone pay the price.
This disgusting, deformed world! The spiritual energy had been polluted by those filthy souls.
Everything was progressing smoothly. Ying Weige had become a fearsome war god on the battlefield, her reputation far surpassing anyone else in the Ying family.
She had shattered some of the prejudice with her power, gaining the support of many elders. Now, she only needed to wait for the right moment to force the family head to abdicate, take his place, and then… declare herself Emperor.
However…
Chong Lou rushed in urgently to report, “Something bad has happened! The spies from Nanyi have sent word—there’s chaos there!”
“What happened?”
Ying Weige’s strongest impression of Nanyi was its similarity to the Ying clan’s situation—a family head with only a female heir. But unlike the Ying clan, Nanyi followed a matrilineal succession system.
“The tribes we forced into Nanyi are spreading their culture there and fighting for power. In desperation, Nanyi has unleashed a plague! They’ve gone mad!”
Ying Weige’s throat tightened. Though she hated the injustice of this world, now was not the time! The throne was within her reach!
She couldn’t possibly inherit a land in utter ruin, could she?
Shen Que, calculating in secret from behind, suddenly brightened. She saw it—the possibility of quickly bringing an end to all of this.
After Chong Lou withdrew, Ying Weige returned to the bed and tightly embraced Shen Que.
“Xue’er, what should I do?”
Shen Que lowered her gaze, looking at Ying Weige resting her head on her shoulder. It was the first time Shen Que had seen Ying Weige so helpless. Before this, no matter what happened, she always wore the look of someone in complete control.
It’s fine, Shen Que thought. She would end all of this herself. And Ying Weige… would soon meet her fate.