Chapter 134 Paying Tribute to the Spirits of the Fallen Heroes

Qi Sian raised his hand and ordered the release of all those bandits. He leaned close to Pan Yueqing's ear, and his smiling voice reached Pan Yueqing's ears. "Although there's no need for us to be polite to each other, these are still a credit after all. Qingqing, you shouldn't let me suffer a loss, right?"

"What do you want?" Pan Yueqing was not surprised at all. This was the Qi Sian she was familiar with.

Qi Sian raised his eyebrows and immediately turned his head to meet Pan Yueqing's indifferent gaze. Warm breath exhaled from his mouth, mixed with teasing and joy. "Can I ask for anything?"

Pan Yueqing gave him a silent look. "What do you think?"

Qi Sian laughed dryly, took a step back to maintain a safe distance. After his thoughts turned a thousand times, he finally said, "After we go back, Qingqing, make some noodles for me."

"Master..." Shiguang, who had been silent all this time, looked up at Qi Sian in surprise. He opened his mouth but didn't say a word.

Noodles? Pan Yueqing looked at Qi Sian in confusion. What a cheap and strange request. But since it was such an easy thing, it would be strange not to agree. So Pan Yueqing nodded in agreement. After thinking about it, she added, "My cooking skills are not very good."

"It doesn't matter," Qi Sian said with a faint smile.

"Young Master!" From not far away, the voices of Luoshui and Canghe came one after another, full of anxiety. Pan Yueqing looked up and saw that Luoshui and the others led another group of people coming from another direction, just blocking those bandits who were ready to escape.

Luoshui dismounted and rushed forward to kneel in front of Pan Yueqing. "You scared this servant to death!"

Before Pan Yueqing could look up and say more, Canghe also knelt in front of her. He didn't say much but sobbed.

"It's okay, it's okay," Pan Yueqing let out a sigh and reached out to help the two of them up.

Qi Sian waved his hand and signaled Shiguang to release those bandits.

Pan Yueqing looked at the endless grassland behind her and watched those bandits leave, kowtowing and expressing their gratitude. Qi Sian watched those people leave with a blank expression. Then he turned his eyes. "Bring those Rong and Di soldiers up!"

"Your Highness?" Su Ruoqing's gaze trembled slightly. He raised his eyes and called softly to Qi Sian.

Qi Sian stared at those Rong and Di soldiers whose faces were pale. A relatively young soldier couldn't withstand Qi Sian's gaze. He trembled and saluted Qi Sian with a Rong and Di's grand salute, almost prostrating himself on the ground. He spoke in stiff Northern Qi official language, "I surrender! I surrender!"

Qi Sian raised a smile. He raised his sword and cut the thick hemp rope connecting this surrendered soldier and the string of captives behind him. He grabbed the broken end of the rope and pushed the soldier to Wu Yang's side and ordered, "Ask him where the looted food and supplies are."

"Die for the Khan with the blood of the White Wolf King!"

Suddenly, a shout in the Rong and Di dialect erupted among that string of soldiers. The rest of the people let out a howl-like response. But the leader hadn't had time to bite his tongue and commit suicide. Qi Sian stuffed a ball of soil into his mouth. His gaze was cold, and syllables completely different from the Northern Qi official language burst out from Qi Sian's mouth, gradually forming a sentence: "You want to die for the Khan? It's not that easy!"

He raised his hand and grabbed the hair of that middle-aged soldier, kicked him in the back of the knee, and threw him to the ground, kneeling right in front of Zhou Poshan's grave.

"Bring the battle flag," Qi Sian said indifferently to the people behind him.

Shiguang responded with an "Yes" and then took the battle flag of the Dingyuan Army from Su Ruoqing's hand.

Qi Sian grabbed the battle flag. The huge battle flag was like a cloud, covering the graves of Magistrate Zhou Poshan and Garrison Commander Zeng Lu of Suhaicheng. Qi Sian drew out the long sword at his waist and pressed it in front of the Rong and Di general.

"Hehe—" Qi Sian let out a soft laugh. His smile was filled with hatred and contempt. "I will specifically cut off your head and make every drop of your blood spill on the battle flag of our Northern Qi. Let you be a sacrifice of the Northern Qi for all lifetimes, and you will never be qualified to serve your Wolf King!"

Although Qi Sian spoke in the Rong and Di language, Zeng Jianyue translated these words into Northern Qi official language and told them to Pan Yueqing right after Qi Sian finished speaking. Pan Yueqing looked at Qi Sian, who held a long sword, spilled the enemy's blood, and offered sacrifices to the fallen heroes of the country. Her heart was moved.

She had a hunch that if Qi Sian became the emperor, he might be tougher and more iron-blooded than any other emperor of the Northern Qi, and he would also love the people like his own children more than any of them.

Qi Sian wiped the blood splashed on his face. He placed the head right in front of Zhou Poshan's grave. He turned around and looked at the trembling Rong and Di soldiers, raised a smile, and made a beheading gesture with his hand.

Su Ruoqing covered his chest, raised his eyes, and his lips were pale. "Your Highness, this person holds a high position. It's a pity to kill him."

"It doesn't matter," Qi Sian replied indifferently. Everyone present didn't know that behind this "It doesn't matter", there was a monstrous killing intent. Nor did they expect that in the near future, this prince who said "It doesn't matter" indifferently would personally wipe out the Rong and Di tribes that had been harassing the Northern Qi for many years.

"These people are just right to comfort every innocent person who died in vain in our Northern Qi and pay tribute to the heroes of our Northern Qi who fought to the death," Qi Sian's face was extremely pale. He took a deep breath and turned his back, ignoring the heads of those Rong and Di soldiers falling to the ground.

Pan Yueqing took a deep breath and turned to look at Su Ruoqing, who was standing straight with the support of Yang Lin. Finally, she chose to avoid Su Ruoqing's gaze and asked Yang Lin, "Mr. Yang, do you think we can leave now?"

Yang Lin looked around at the mounds of earth, and smiled indifferently. "Let's go."

"Wait a moment."

Just as everyone was ready to set off, Qi Sian raised his hand to stop their actions. He turned around and looked at the continuous mounds of earth. Without anyone expecting it, he lifted his robe, bent his knees, and kowtowed.

"..." Su Ruoqing took a deep breath, pushed away Yang Lin's hand, and slowly stood behind Qi Sian. The heavy armor made the sound of iron colliding during the kneeling process. "You don't have to do this. You are a prince..."

"But I didn't protect them well either. As a member of the royal family of the Northern Qi, not protecting my own people is a sin," Qi Sian kowtowed deeply. There was a trace of sorrow in his voice. "I will definitely take revenge."

Pan Yueqing looked at the two people who were kneeling and bowing in front of these unknown graves. She let out a slight sigh. At this moment, she felt an inexplicable sense of the vastness of the sky and the sea, and she was extremely comfortable. It was as if she had witnessed the source of the future prosperity of the Northern Qi. Without realizing it, a smile appeared on her lips. Meeting Yang Lin's expectant gaze, she said, "Sir, why don't you calculate the future?"

"There's nothing to calculate," Yang Lin didn't hold back his smile.

Indeed, there was nothing to calculate. The imperial star was shining again, and the general star was also twinkling.