Chapter 86: Be A Good Emperor, Will You?

Gu Nan lifts up the spear while holding tight the rein to Blackie.

“Blackie, run faster. We need to get it done quickly; do not slack off anymore.”

“How about I get you some mares afterward?”

She does not know if Blackies understands her, but he sure runs much faster after hearing that.

Leaning against the horse back, Gu Nan can feel the wind howling past her ears, fluttering her long black hair.

“Hya!”

A shout pierces the floating cloud, as the one rider dashes across the field leaving all the stirred-up dust behind.

It is but one rider, and yet it charges foroward as if accompanied by the bearing of thousands of troops.

One thousand riders make a troop, ten thousand an army, and of all the riders, only she moves with the bearing that rivals a thousand armies.

Holding the child in his arms, the commandant hears the roar blasting his eardrum like a thunderbolt, and almost turns around to flee. But he soon presses down his fear and starts to give his orders.

“Stop him! Stop that white robed general!”

Saying so, he passes the child to a personal guard at his side: “Take care of the child!”

With a spear in his hand, he says: “Everyone! Line up!”

“Clop. Clop. Clop.”

Following the sound, more than one thousand cavalrymen swiftly group into a formation.

It is just one person.

The commandant grips the spear so tight that his knuckles pale.

“Three rounds of arrows!”

“Swoosh! Swoosh!”

Bending the bow and nocking the arrow take but an instant, and then volleys of arrows are already in the air.

“Hoo, Hoo Hoo.” Gu Nan swings her spear, and following the turbulent current, arrows are swept away.

Arrows cannot hinder her at all as she is almost one inch away from the Zhao army’s formation.

“In formation!”

More than a thousand spearheads shining of a chilly glimmer are lowered pointing at her.

“Kill!”

Gu Nan glances across the Zhao army, and then fixes her sight at the commandant’s side.

There, she sees a guard holding a child.

“Poof!”

Trailing her sight, her spear of an extraordinary weight is swung out.

Blown at full force, it brushes aside countless blades targeting her, and among astonished and frightened looks, drives through one soldier’s chest.

Dark and scarlet blood is spilled across Gu Nan’s chilly stare.

The old man’s wish cannot be ruined here!

The spear is retracted as blood on it scatters and disappears.

“Blackie!”

“Hum!”

Blackie neighs loudly, a hot steam exhaled from his nose tip.

“Hoo.”

Accompanied by a fierce wind, the general in white robe has thrusted deep into the formation, trailed by shrieks of pain and horror.

Seeing their general killing her way through, the camp crushers stationed far back can feel their hot blood pumping across their chest, wishing that they could have been there by their general’s side.

Lü Buwei can barely take his eyes off the general. He no longer holds any doubt as he now firmly believes that this truly is a valiant one that none is on par with.

To establish myself in Qin, I should win him over. He can definitely make a difference at critical times.

The spear thrusts out mid-air, and following a heavy swing, several men are thrown into air.

Until Gu Nan has rushed to the front of the commandant, he is still full of disbelief. How can a fierce general show up here leading only three hundred soldiers?

Giving little time to react, the spear drives toward his face.

The commandant does not dodge. Instead, his expression turns hideous as he raises his spear to confront her.

Death to the army of Qin!

He understands that he is no match against this general. However, his siblings were all murdered by the Qin army, and hence how can he cower away at the moment!

Feeling a sting at his neck, he feels something sticky flowing out of his throat. The commandant shakes uncontrollably on the horse back, his neck upturned, and finally falls unconscious and drops to the ground.

Gu Nan swiftly twists her spear and finds the child nearby.

Before the guard can react, the spear has already driven through the swaddling cloth around the child and delivers him back to Gu Nan’s arms.

The commandant is dead, and the cavalry of Zhao crowding Gu Nan are stunned.

Parrying several blows coming in her way, Gu Nan tears open a breach in the encirclement.

Her grayish white robe is completely drenched by dark blood.

“Do you continue?” Gu Nan pulls the rein to stop Blackie, the child in one hand, spear in another, and coldly stares down the Zhao army coming closer.

“You are no match against me. Since your commander is dead, go back to keep your own lives.

The approaching soldiers hangs back upon hearing it, and Gu Nan swiftly turns around riding Blackie without saying anything excessive.

It is almost daybreak.

Gu Nan’s general robe of mourning white is dyed half red, and blood is still dripping off her armors onto the child’s face.

Leaning against the cold armor, the child has stopped crying and starts to giggle.

Looking at the child in her arms, Gu Nan smiles gently and lightly scratches his nose: “Such a carefree child.”

“Hehe.”

Gu Nan rolls her eyes: “How heartless of you.”

“You are quite luck to stay intact.”

Anything happening on a battlefield can instantly wipes out a two-year-old child.

Yet, this one can still laugh like that without a scar on him.

Suddenly, Gu Nan has an inexplicable idea that the child’s survival is probably decided by the heaven’s will.

But she soon shakes the idea off. Heaven’s will? It is only imaginary.

After a while, as if remembering something, she cuddles the child and speaks in a serious tone: “Into the future, you should not go back onto the old track. This time, be a good emperor, will you?”

But the child does not understand what she is saying. He only giggles.

The camp crushers open a path to welcome their general.

Carrying a blood-stained spear, Gu Nan dismounts from the horse, and approaches the carriage holding the child.

“My lord, Ma’am, the child has been brought back.”

Saying so, she sends the child into the carriage.

“Thank you.” With eyes full of tears, the woman besides Ying Yiren takes the child and holds him tightly to never lose him ever again.

“It is my duty.”

Then she looks at Ying Yiren. Similar to every politician with a stone-cold heart, he has a pair of frustrated and emotionless eyes.

With a bitter smile, Gu Nan puts down the curtain.

The Ying Yiren back then was a young man who yearned for romance and was deeply fascinated by the Melodies of Butterflies Chasing Flowers.

But now, he is man with lifeless spirit.

“General Gu.” Lü Buwei walks to her with a smile: “General’s valor is unmatched. We should drink together some time.”

Gu Nan returns a light smile and waves her hand: “I do not drink. My apology.”

“No problem, no problem.”

“We should go.”

“Yes.”

As the light of dawn shines through the horizon, a convoy surrounded by black armored soldiers gradually approaches the An Yang city.