After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 1093: His Majesty: Qingqing (1)

[I can’t believe it! Originally, “The Nation’s Heroine” crew chose to film on location, which gave me high hopes for their rigor. I expected it to be different from other shoddy historical dramas, but are they really going to take this step?]

[Adding a romantic subplot for JIANG Xuanjin? “The Nation’s Heroine” is bound to flop!]

[Is Si Fuqing trying to promote new talent? Can’t she just focus on acting?]

As the outcry grew louder, the crew naturally took notice.

“The online backlash is significant,” the screenwriter frowned. “Director Lu, should we continue filming?”

“Of course we should,” Director Lu adjusted his glasses. “We’ve even found historical evidence. Didn’t several professors from the Great Xia Archaeology Department go to North State searching for JIANG Xuanjin’s tomb? Who says he can’t have had someone he loved?”

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The screenwriter hesitated. “Some people online are stirring things up, accusing Teacher Si of trying to promote new actors by maliciously adding scenes. The insults are pretty harsh.”

Upon hearing this, Sang Yanqing rolled up her sleeves. “It’s fine, I’ll handle it.”

She was genuinely pleased to have more work.

“Thank you, Ms. Sang,” Director Lu nodded, but then hesitated, “What about Teacher Si?”

“She said she was going to see someone off, probably off to commune with the spirits again,” Sang Yanqing replied casually as she began contacting the Xingtian Law Firm to deal with the online trolls and keyboard warriors.

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Si Fuqing finished early today and was already lying in the gaming pod.

When she next opened her eyes, she found herself in the midst of a battlefield.

Flames engulfed the area, and corpses littered the ground. It was not hard to imagine how brutal this war had been.

“Whoosh—!”

An arrow flew through the air, aimed directly at her heart.

In the Great Xia era, her body was incredibly frail. Thankfully, a soldier nearby pulled her away just in time to avoid the deadly shot.

“Strategist, the enemy has been dealt with,” the soldier reported swiftly. “You don’t need to be here; let’s head back.”

Si Fuqing steadied herself, clutching his arm. “What about the General?”

“The General…” The soldier paused, then smiled. “He has already reunited with several other generals.”

Among the JIANG family’s nine sons, JIANG Xuanjin had been the last to die in battle.

Si Fuqing murmured, “I knew it…”

History truly could not be altered. Even though she experienced this part of history firsthand, she remained merely a bystander.

Just then, the sound of horses whinnied in the distance.

From the north, a black horse galloped towards the city gates.

It moved with incredible speed, causing the surviving soldiers to think it was an enemy attack.

Until they saw who was riding.

The soldiers gasped in surprise, “Miss Su!”

It was Su Yunchu, the daughter of Zhongyong Marquis’s residence.

Only JIANG Xuanjin possessed the strength to break into the barbarian camp, meaning no one was left to retrieve his body.

Yet, a single woman, Su Yunchu, had managed to bring JIANG Xuanjin’s corpse back.

And they hadn’t even realized when she had rushed over from Yong’an!

The horse stopped at the city gates, and several soldiers hurried to help Su Yunchu, eager to take JIANG Xuanjin from her arms.

But she didn’t let go. With heavy steps, she moved slowly into the tent.

The soldiers felt too pained to look, their eyes already filled with tears.

JIANG Xuanjin was covered in wounds, his body a mangled mess, suggesting he had suffered inhuman torment even after his death.

They could hardly accept it; how could Su Yunchu endure such a sight?

Si Fuqing retrieved medicine and entered the tent, preparing to hand it to Su Yunchu when the latter grabbed her clothes.

Si Fuqing’s expression tightened. She instinctively checked Su Yunchu’s pulse, and her heart sank. “Miss Su?”

Su Yunchu, beyond saving.

In reality, she could have rescued her.

But in the Great Xia era, she was powerless.

“Please, strategist… cough, cough!” Su Yunchu began to cough, suppressing the metallic taste in her throat. She softly pleaded, “Can you bury me with him when I die?”

Her gaze was soft, embodying the gentle elegance characteristic of noblewomen.

Yet, just moments ago, she had bravely charged into the enemy camp, her spirit rivaling that of JIANG Xuanjin.

It was hard to believe there had been such a formidable woman in history.

Si Fuqing looked at her, her voice hoarse. “Okay.”

In life, they could not share the same bed; in death, they would share the same grave.

Upon receiving this affirmation, Su Yunchu felt a sense of relief wash over her, knowing she would be eternally united with the boy she had loved for so long.

Two days of exhaustion had finally taken a toll on her body. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes, her breath fading, yet her arms still clutched JIANG Xuanjin tightly.

Nearby, a maid knelt down and cried out, “Miss!”

Si Fuqing’s fingers tightened slowly.

They were both exceptional individuals, destined for brighter futures.

But they had died on the battlefield.

This was the most devastating battle since the Yanmen War.

And the casualties were greater, with nearly one hundred thousand lives lost.

Old generals had fallen, and new ones took their places.

An inch of land bore an inch of blood, a hundred thousand youths formed a hundred thousand armies.

This was the Great Xia, an unyielding five states.

The following morning, Emperor Yin arrived from the war-torn West State.

He had gone several nights without sleep, his eyes dark and sunken.

Though North State had been reclaimed, many lives had been lost.

The young emperor sat at his desk, picking up a brush.

Si Fuqing had been by his side for many years and knew he had a habit.

He remembered the names of every soldier. No one knew how he managed to remember them, yet he recognized even the newly arrived soldiers.

Whenever someone died, he would write down their name.

Year after year, until now, he had spent eleven years on the battlefield, and the book had gradually grown thicker.

It contained the names of three hundred thousand soldiers, yet more names continued to be added, as if it would never end.

He silently wrote one name after another, his gaze unwavering.

Yet, an overwhelming sadness radiated from him, like tumultuous waves ready to consume everything.

After a long, heavy silence, Emperor Yin gazed down at the death toll ledger, and tears began to fall, one by one.

Si Fuqing had watched him grow from a nine-year-old boy to a man. She had witnessed his humiliations, seen him battered and bruised, and felt his suffering.

But she had never seen him cry.

Even in tears, he remained calm, making no sound.

Si Fuqing’s hand trembled slightly.

She longed to reach out and embrace him, to tell him that fifteen hundred years later, everything would be settled.

The Great Xia would undoubtedly no longer suffer from warfare, and the boy need not die on the battlefield.

But she couldn’t say a word.

Not until the last stroke was made.

After writing JIANG Xuanjin’s name, he set down the brush.

Thus, all the male descendants of the JIANG family had perished in battle.

The once grand general’s mansion was now left with only Lady JIANG and JIANG Zhaoyue, a mother and daughter.

He felt a deep sense of guilt towards JIANG Haiping.

Suddenly, he began to cough, the sound hollow and shallow, and he found it difficult to stop.

Hearing the coughing, Si Fuqing’s expression changed abruptly, as if she recalled something.

In the year 682 of the Xia calendar, JIANG Xuanjin died in battle.

In the year 685 of the Xia calendar, Emperor Yin died of tuberculosis.

Only a mere two years separated the two events.

Just two years.

And in reality, that was merely a little over a month.

What to do?

Could she really stand by and watch as he coughed up blood and died?

Si Fuqing stood there in a daze, a sharp pain piercing her heart.

At that moment, her emotions began to surge violently.

Meanwhile…

“Beep beep beep!”

The game pod emitted an alarm, indicating that players needed to exit the virtual world immediately, or they would suffer severe mental repercussions.

Yu Xiheng was still at work when he first heard the alarm.

His expression shifted slightly as he quickly rushed next door.

“Brother Nine, Miss Si won’t be harmed in ‘Eternity’, will she?” Feng San followed closely, worried. “If we don’t disconnect her brainwave link in time, could she end up in a vegetative state?”

Such cases were far too common.

‘Eternity’ held immense opportunities, capable of making someone a billionaire in the Free State overnight.

But with those opportunities came risks; it was not uncommon for powerful NPCs and high-level players to leave one permanently unable to log into the game.

Some would die forever.

Yu Xiheng remained calm, his voice steady. “Step back.”

Feng San immediately withdrew.

Only then did Yu Xiheng approach, carefully inspecting the game pod and pressing a few buttons.

“Bang!”

The alarm ceased, and the pod door opened.

Yu Xiheng caught sight of the interior, and his pupils constricted sharply.

The girl curled up tightly, hugging her knees, her entire form reduced to a small ball.

Tears fell drop by drop, soaking her clothes, while she kept her eyes shut, crying unconsciously.

His gaze dimmed slightly as he lifted her out of the game pod. “Qingqing? Qingqing?”

The sound of his voice pierced through her daze. Si Fuqing jolted awake, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she recognized his familiar face. “Brother Nine?”

Yu Xiheng, dressed in his uniform, asked softly, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying like this?”