Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 186: Chapter 50: The New Emperor’s Fury, the

Crisis of the Great Xia, the Whereabouts of the Husband, Returning North in Winter_2

Translator: 549690339

“Your Majesty! Spare me…”

The voice got softer and softer, until it was completely unheard.

All the civil and military ministers were trembling in fear, daring not to speak recklessly.

Who knew if the next one would be themselves?

Yu Yunping looked at the ministers in the Main Hall, his face expressionless, saying:

“The emperor guards the state, and the king dies for his people. How can there be any room for retreat in this war?”

“Any opportunists, any talk of retreat or discussing what comes after, will all be sentenced to death.”

‘Yes!”

The ministers shivered, all helpless.

Serving the emperor was like serving a tiger, it must certainly feel like this.

The new emperor’s suspicious and unpredictable temperament was well-known by all.

Even the palace maids who served him daily, if they made a small mistake, they would be scolded and beaten.

Basically, no one could truly gain the new emperor’s trust.

Actually, this also had to do with the way he ascended to the throne.

Yu Yunping himself ascended to the throne through manipulative tactics, so his guard against the people around him was much higher than others.

Therefore, he was overly suspicious of everything around him.

During crucial moments, this symptom beceven more apparent.

He was always worried that someone wanted to harm him.

No doubt, this was also part of the reason for the defeat of the Northern Army.

Originally, the rotation of the military was once a year.

To prevent officers from infiltrating among the soldiers, causing the soldiers to only follow the general’s orders.

In the hands of Yu Yunping, it beca change every half-year.

Half a year, it was simply too short.

Because the twas too short, it resulted in a situation.

The soldiers didn’t know their generals, and the generals didn’t know their soldiers.

Both sides did not understand each other.

The coordination during the march was simply disastrous.

Even the most elite troops, under bad command, could only be defeated.

Under this circumstance, the Northern Army could not form any effective resistance. Faced with the fully prepared lightning attack of the Northern Wolf Empire, they could only retreat step by step.

Jinzhou, Huai’s pawnshop.

At this time, the pawnshop had turned into a funeral hall.

A coffin as black as lacquer was placed in the middle.

During the day, many common people cto pay their respects, lots of them talked about the deeds of the pawnshop owner, telling the children about the good deeds that the shopkeeper had done over the years.

Those who cin naturally saw.

A beautiful lady in a simple white hemp dress, sitting next to the coffin.

Attracted a lot of attention and discussion.

“Who is she?”

“Judging by her dress, she is probably a member of the shopkeeper’s family.”

“Ah, such a pity, she has beca widow at such a young age.” Ignoring the gossip, the beautiful lady paid no heed.

At late night.

When she was the only one left by the side.

Apart from her, there was also a white-haired myna bird. It seemed that it hadn’t seen its master for a few days. It seemed to understand something. It hadn’t spoken for a few days. It just stood on the beam of the house, guarding the coffin.

Yu Qinghan guarded from day till night.

It was just that the gentleness in her eyes was moving.

At late night.

A woman who looked like a young girl stood outside the door, looking at the coffin, and there were tears in her eyes.

“Sister, it’s tto go.”

Pei Xiangyun couldn’t bear it in her heart, but she still gave a reminder.

Who knew when, outside the pawnshop’s door, there was already a line of soldiers. Every one of them stood at the door. There was no noise. They were all waiting for the person inside the house.

The atmosphere was solemn.

After an unknown amount of time, inside Huai’s pawnshop, Yu Qinghan finally stood up.

She lovingly looked at the belongings inside the pawnshop, the kitchen she had used, the bed she had slept in, the garden she had watered…..

“Life is so unpredictable, and we are like swans stepping on icy mud.”

The white haired myna bird fluttered and landed on Yu Qinghan’s shoulder, speaking in human’s language.

The bird was with Zhao Huai for so long, apart from swearing, it had also learnt many ancient poems.

“Sister, it’s snowing.”

Accompanying Pei Xiangyun’s exclamation, Yu Qinghan looked towards the street outside.

Feather-like snowflakes were falling sporadically from the sky and then fluttered about under the weak night lights.

Floating leisurely and unhurriedly, nobody knew when they would finally land.

When she first chere, it was spring.

Now, it was already winter.

Looking back, it had been almost a year.

It had actually been that long.

Yu Qinghan couldn’t help but think.

One plump and one thin monk who had been standing outside the door cto her side. They put their hands together for a prayer, and took a look at the coffin inside.

It was undeniable that the buddha bodies of Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu warranted their reputation. Even after encountering the old fiend of Netherworld’s tactics, they could recover this quickly. A few days later, they were like unharmed, with only skin-deep injuries, nothing fundamental.

Monk Fu Hu examined for a while, his shining Immaculate Buddha Eyes seemed to see something. He was the first to say: “Amitabha, Your Highness does not need to be sad, your loved one might not truly be dead.”

“Master, why do you have to jest with me?”

Yu Qinghan spoke faintly, there was a sense of desolation in her tone.

She thought that Monk Fu Hu was just consoling her.

Monk Fu Hu shook his head, explaining: “I am not lying. This corpse has been dead for a long time, but it’s not because of the old fiend of Netherworld’s possession. There’s no injury on his body, he died due to the exhaustion of his life essence, not the style of the old fiend of Netherworld.”

“So, it’s very likely, that by the tthe old fiend of Netherworld made his move, the owner of this body was already dead.”

Listening to this explanation, Yu Qinghan’s gaze immediately switched over. A glimmer of light was revealed in her phoenix eyes, full of hope, she said:

“Did the Master really not deceive me?”

“Amitabha, a monk likedoes not speak false words.” Monk Fu Hu gave his answer.

“Your husband might not be dead, maybe, he’s just hiding.”

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