Chapter 85: For the Bigger Picture

“Yi ge’er, the child is missing. Can you order the army to stop and pick up the child? Please?”

The woman pulls at Ying Yiren’s shoulder as if grasping her last straw, begging.

Upon hearing it, blood fades off Ying Yiren’s lips. He has been staying in the carriage the whole time and has no idea how the battle went.

Just by imagination, he can picture the cruelty of the battle, and understand that it is already fortunate of them to just escape unscathed. But the child, the child…

he does not know how much risk they will have to bear to stop the army and look for the child.

If they are really eliminated by the pursuers because of it, then what is even the point of finding the child…

Seeing the look on Ying Yiren’s face, the woman drops to the ground in desperation.

Pursing her lips, she suddenly rushes outside and yells.

“Stop! All of you stop! I beg you, please save my child!!”

She yells with a crying tone.

The cavalry with one thousand remaining does not dare pursue them. The commandant stays alive due the pieces of martial arts he learned. Even so, his face pales.

“Sir.” Sudden, a soldier approaches him, holding a crying infant in his arms.

“We picked it up where the Qin army left, could it be…”

A child from battlefield?

The commandant dumbfoundedly stares at the kid, and then suddenly understands something.

Wasn’t Ying Yiren carrying a child with him?

“This is Ying Yiren’s child!” The commandant takes over the child excitedly.

“Hahaha, good! This is one great accomplishment on you! We having this child is just the same as capturing Ying Yiren.”

“Thank you, general!”

“Please…I beg of you…please save my child.”

As the convoy proceeds, a woman’s cry can be heard. Gu Nan furrows her brows. Even Lü Buwei is impatient at hearing it. Everyone is fighting for their live, and even if something happens to your kid, you should not be yelling at the moment.

A child… how can there be a child in an army?

Suddenly, Gu Nan remembers something, feeling a heavy thump on her heart.

She looks at Lü Buwei at her side: “Is the noble prince and his wife in that carriage?”

“Yes.” Lü Buwei nods his head, confused at Gu Nan acting so flustered all of a sudden.

Then, he wakes up to it, his eyes popping open…

Not waiting for him, Gu Nan pats Blackie and moves toward the carriage.

She does not know what happened to the child, but she knows that this child must stay safe.

It is only because that his name is Ying Zheng.

In your master’s place, take a look at that prosperous world…

Bai Qi’s last words ring at Gu Nan’s ears once again.

Maybe Ying Zheng is a tyrant in history, but he was also the emperor who unified all kingdoms and ended the warring states period.

Whatever the problem is, nothing must ever happen to him.

This is a about the promise she made.

This is about the wish that the old man has been pursuing for his whole life.

Biting her lip, Gu Nan approaches and carriage. Disregarding the etiquette, she flips the curtain open.

“My lord, ma’am, is it that something happened to the young lord?”

In the carriage, Ying Yi’ren is grabbing her shoulder, his hand reaching out as if trying to stop her from yelling.

Gu Nan showing up stops both of them.

Despite a set of grayish white armors and a bronze mask of vicious beast covering the face, it is still obvious that this general is young but sharp.

“General, it is nothing. Please continue our journey.”

With great difficulty, Ying Yiren squeezes out these words.

For the bigger picture.

He can no longer tolerate the live as a hostage in Zhao. He wants to return to Qin, to be the son of Lay Hua Yang, to be that crown prince, and lastly to be the king of Qin.

But the child…

Ying Yiren clenches his fists. His older self would go back and rescue his son with no hesitation.

However, before he knows it, he has become the kind of person he hated the most.

The kind of person who can do anything necessary to seek power, at any cost.

Gu Nan looks at Ying Yiren. The once young and graceful gentleman who she drank with back then at the Dong Zhan Pavilion now looks like a total stranger to her.

“Wait.”

The woman escapes from Ying Yiren and grabs Gu Nan.

“My child fell off the carriage in the rush. I heard his cry, so he must still be alive.”

“General.” The woman cries, crying her heart out, her throat too coarse to yell anymore: “General, please save him. I beg of you.”

Ying Yiren no longer speaks or stops the woman. Instead, he lowers his head.

The child is left on the battlefield…

Gu Nan tightens the spear in her hand. “Understood.”

Then, she releases the woman’s hand, lowers the curtain, and turns Blackie around.

They have not gone far, and the Zhao army from far away is still within her sight.

However, the distance is still not safe enough for the carriage,

Several camp crushers nearby who caught the conversation also looks at her.

“General, it is only one more battle to fight. Just give the order.”

Others do not speak, but their expressions look just as determined.

Lü Buwei’s brows are furrowed altogether, as he is carefully pondering over the loss and gain in rescuing the child.

After some thoughts, seeing Gu Nan’s look, he reaches out his hand: “General Gu…”

He wants to persuade Gu Nan to focus on the bigger picture. In a life and death situation, such as this one, it is always better to get out of danger first.

The cavalry does not seem to rival her elite subordinates, but what if the Zhao army sends in reinforcements?

“There is no need.” Gu Nan slightly shakes her head, facing one of the camp crushers: “At this distance, if you all are too far away from the convoy, the lord and the ma’am will be vulnerable to the enemy.”

“All of you wait here.”

Her sight sweeping across Lü Buwei who is hesitant to say something, Gu Nan turns around.

“It is but a mere thousand enemies.” Squinting her eyes at the cavalry. “I by myself alone am enough.”

In the carriage, Ying Yiren hangs his head, and looks at the woman with a bitter smile: “You should not have said that.”

The woman knows what he is talking about, her eye sockets swollen red with tears: “That is our child. Do you really have the guts to leave him there?”

Looking at Ying Yiren in front of him, she has a chilly feeling in her heart.

Ying Yiren has really changed.

It is but a mere thousand enemies…

Speechless, Lü Buwei gazes at the white robed young general leaving on a black horse.

What does she take of a thousand people?

The commandant of the Zhao army is about to give the order to retreat. Yet, from far away, he can see one rider charging toward them by itself from the Qin army’s formation.

It is but one rider on a black horse and in grayish white armors that appears to be a mourning dress.

Just one rider? Am I seeing things?

The commandant doubts what he sees. One rider charging our formation, are you kidding me?