The sight of mountains of corpses and a sea of blood made Xie Wanqing’s soul feel as if she could faintly smell the sweet scent of blood.

And the person who caused all this was now standing at the highest point of the city wall, looking down with lowered eyes. The long spear in his hand that had taken countless lives was stained with blood, dripping down slowly, his eyes cold and indifferent to all life.

The madness in him was hidden beneath this coldness.

Nowhere to be seen.

But Xie Wanqing knew, he had gone even crazier.

He had fallen in love with the feeling of taking lives.

As the ruler of a nation, he had fallen in love with slaughter, with war, with the feeling of walking the line between life and death.

He led his troops personally, not for the country, nor for the people.

It was purely because he wanted to kill.

The sound of a blade cutting through the air came.

Both the person and the soul simultaneously looked at the dark arrow shooting rapidly towards them.

Lu Ziyuan’s eyes were calm, his eyebrows not moving even a bit, as if he hadn’t seen that arrow at all.

Soon, the dull sound of the arrow piercing flesh and organs echoed.

The seemingly invincible and cold form swayed slightly.

"No!"

Xie Wanqing screamed in collapse.

A sense of weightlessness came, and she suddenly sat up, her pupils filled with panic.

Dead.

Pierced through the heart by an arrow.

He was surely going to die.

Is this what he meant by dying on the battlefield?

He could have dodged it.

Xie Wanqing was absolutely sure he saw that arrow.

He didn’t want to live anymore.

That madman!

He had tormented himself enough, tormented all the people of the world enough as well.

So, he didn’t want to live anymore!

Madman!

The tip of her nose turned sour, and hot tears rolled down from Xie Wanqing’s eyes.

Her trembling hands clutched the quilt tightly.

He chose to end himself.

It was not dying on the battlefield at all.

Because of her death, he didn’t want to live anymore either.

After death, she was reborn, but she had already married another.

What had she done?

Time and again, she held hands with other men, displaying deep affection in front of him.

She embraced, kissed, and slept with Pei Yuqing.

So decisively and ruthlessly, not giving him any chance to hold on.

He spat blood and shed tears multiple times, but she remained cold and unmoved.

Was she truly so resolute because she had completely let go of the past life’s emotions?

Only Xie Wanqing herself knew.

No.

She was only afraid of the tragic end in her dreams.

Loving him cost a life; she couldn’t afford to love him anymore.

Afraid she might once again lose her mind, repeating the same mistakes.

So, she left no room for herself to turn back.

To force him to give up, she did everything possible.

Going with the flow, she consummated her marriage with Pei Yuqing.

... Not just once.

She had prepared herself for the outcome of separate marriages and lives.

But things didn’t go as she wished. She was kidnapped, and he traveled thousands of miles to rescue her.

Fate’s entanglement left her powerless.

Not wanting to hurt Pei Yuqing, she came up with a ’perfect for both’ plan—to abandon everything and escape.

By a twist of fate, she faked her death.

Now, in that madman’s eyes, she had died once again...

Could he continue to live?

Like in the dream, he attacked Da Jin, slaughtered city after city...

Later, where did he die on the battlefield?

Jin Country Capital City, ... or somewhere else?

The dream progressed too fast for Xie Wanqing to remember.

But the path identical to the past life made her believe that madman likely didn’t want to live in this life either.

He would seek his own death.

He would die...

Wiping her tears randomly, Xie Wanqing shakily threw off the blanket; her legs were weak as she got out of bed.

She had to stop him.

She never wanted him to die.

Even when she hated him the most, she never wanted him to die.