After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 1221: 587 Meet JAING Zhaoyue! The only top influencer Si Fuqing [2 more updates]_2 Chapter 1221: 587 Meet JAING Zhaoyue! The only top influencer Si Fuqing [2 more updates]_2 Si Fuqing lazily smiled, “Teacher Mo, how was your day in the street today?”

Mo Yishan sighed, “Don’t even mention it, I disguised myself as a special agent, yet I was still recognized, an elderly person threw themselves on me and started crying.”

It made him think he had truly died.

“Oh.” Si Fuqing spoke leisurely, “It’s still better than being recognized and then stabbed with a knife.”

Mo Yishan: “…”

It sounded frightening.

After bidding goodnight to her friends, Si Fuqing still lied down in the gaming pod.

When she opened her eyes again, she had arrived in the Great Xia Dynasty.

The long streets were bustling, illuminated with brilliant lights.

Being in the real Yong’an City was quite moving.

Yesterday, she had returned to Yong’an with Emperor Yin from the West Region, and tomorrow morning, she was to continue fighting.

Si Fuqing rubbed her eyes, took a deep breath, and went to the Marshal’s Mansion to visit Madam Jiang.

After Jiang Xuanjin and his nine brothers had left, Lady Jiang had aged significantly in an instant.

But indeed as portrayed in the drama, she couldn’t fall.

Si Fuqing set down the gift and chatted with Lady Jiang for a while, then asked, “Where’s little Zhaoyue?”

Mentioning Jiang Zhaoyue, Lady Jiang smiled and shook her head, “That girl is restless, probably out playing somewhere, I can’t find her.”

Si Fuqing nodded her head, “Then I’ll visit another day.”

She declined Lady Jiang’s offer to have the bodyguards escort her and made her way to the mansion’s entrance following the road signs.

“Big brother!”

Someone called her softly in the darkness.

Si Fuqing halted her steps.

“Big brother,” the girl with her hands cupped around her mouth, “Over here!”

Si Fuqing turned her head and saw Jiang Zhaoyue standing on a rooftop, waving at her.

She raised an eyebrow, “Why are you climbing so high?”

The current Jiang Zhaoyue was only fifteen years old, yet the maturity she exhibited was something even people over thirty couldn’t match.

“Mother doesn’t want me to practice martial arts, so I had to practice secretly,” Jiang Zhaoyue said, holding a long spear in her hand, “Big brother, come up here, it’ll be bad if mother finds out soon.”

Si Fuqing sighed, “Your big brother is but a weakling.”

Perhaps to prevent her from altering history, the gaming system had given her a frail body.

Jiang Zhaoyue suddenly realized, “Wait, I’ll help you up.”

She leaped down from the roof and, using her exceptional Qinggong, brought Si Fuqing up to the rooftop.

It was very quiet around them, the stars and moon shining together.

Jiang Zhaoyue set aside the long spear, tugged at Si Fuqing’s sleeve, “Big brother, look.”

Si Fuqing lifted her eyes.

“Today His Majesty summoned me and mother to the palace, and he told me that if I ever missed dad and my older brothers, I should look up at the sky at night, and the brightest stars in the north are them.”

Hearing these familiar words, Si Fuqing’s heart suddenly tightened.

A coincidence?

Jiang Zhaoyue then asked, “If I die, will I also become a star?”

Si Fuqing looked at her pensively, “Why suddenly think of dying?”

“Because I was thinking, if I really die on the battlefield, then I—” Jiang Zhaoyue tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled, “Then I want to be buried at the foot of Changping Mountain in the West Region!”

Si Fuqing paused, then followed up, “What’s the reason for that?”

“Uncle Ji said it is where the dragon vein lies, also a critical border area,” Jiang Zhaoyue explained nonchalantly, “Dad and my older brothers are guarding Yanmen, so I’ll guard Changping Mountain.”

The Great Xia was fraught with wars, with the West Region next to the Western Continent, just as chaotic as the North State, personally overseen by Emperor Yin.

The situation was even more critical than in the North State.

Si Fuqing’s heart shook again.

The history books did not record where Jiang Zhaoyue’s grave was located; there was a memorial hall in the North State, but it did not contain her remains.

Her throat tightened, at a loss for what to say.

“Big brother, His Majesty and father both say, if we don’t fight this war now, we’ll still have to fight later,” Jiang Zhaoyue said softly, “So we must fight. I never blame them for not being able to be by my side, I only take pride in it.”

Si Fuqing stared at her intensely and smiled, “Indeed, there won’t be any wars in the future.”

Jiang Zhaoyue spoke casually, “Big brother, then do you think no one will dare to bully us in the future? Will everyone be able to live the life they want?”

Si Fuqing nodded her head.

Indeed.

Centuries later, everything will be within sight.

“Then it’s worth it,” Jiang Zhaoyue picked up her spear, “I’m going back to practice my spear. When I’m ready, I will ask His Majesty for permission to go to war.”

She paused, a bit worried, “His Majesty’s health is deteriorating, Uncle Ji said it’s lung disease, I wonder if it can be cured.”

Si Fuqing patted her head, “You go on, I’ll go back to the palace and see His Majesty.”

**

Meanwhile, in reality, in the West Region, Changping Mountain.

The night was pitch-black, with hardly any stars in the sky.

Under the vast expanse of sky, the mountain ranges stretched on endlessly, magnificently sprawling.

A group of mercenaries hid in a cave, sparks flying.

“Big brother, we found it, this is definitely Jiang Zhaoyue’s grave,” a person spoke excitedly, “Let’s test it out tonight, if it’s not dangerous, we can start digging immediately.”

“Good, there’s also a drama that’s been popular lately,” the young man with a cigarette in his mouth said, “It seems to be about Jiang Zhaoyue, we can jack up the prices when we sell whatever’s in the tomb, make a quick buck.”

“Right, right, right, it’s called ‘The Nation’s Heroine,’ I see those drama fans grieving as if they’ve lost their parents over a few historical figures, I don’t understand what there is to cry about,” another person said, “Money is more tangible.”

The young man thought for a moment, shrugged his shoulders, “Apparently, this Jiang surname’s tomb is the eye of the dragon vein, well, not sure, just dig it up.”

It’s just a dead person, what’s so precious about that?