Chapter 39: Nightmare (Part 2)
"Lin Jingyue, the renowned undefeated war goddess of the Yun Nation. On the day I was born, she was only ten years old but already accompanied her father to the battlefield, commanding the central army, and strategizing, winning battle after battle. My father led the Night Wolf Army, the fiercest in the Cang Nation, but we never gained any advantage under her command."
"It was because of her that the Yun Nation's territory expanded continuously, gradually surpassing the Cang Nation in its glory. If you asked the people of the Cang Nation who they hated the most, the Emperor of the Yun Nation would be second, and Lin Jingyue would be first. But this time, she secretly infiltrated our military camp, going against the Yun Nation's emperor, saying that she wanted to help us resist the sixteen tribes of Western Yun."
"She persuaded me. If Chunshan Pass fell, not only would the Cang Nation face the barbarians from Western Yun, but the Yun Nation would also suffer. When the three forces clashed, the Yun Nation, which had been at war year-round, would indeed suffer losses. At that time, I didn't have much sense of patriotism or strategic acumen. I only knew that if I led the army for the first time and lost, it would be a disaster for my Night Wolf Army, and I would surely be punished by the Cang Emperor."
"In that battle, we achieved victory against all odds, defeating a larger and stronger force. The entire army was inspired, and they said that I was the reincarnation of a war god. But only I knew that the real war god was in my tent."
Jiang Yuebai listened attentively as the scene changed once again.
The splendid young general avoided the others and entered the tent, spear in hand.
"Lin Jingyue, although I owe you for this battle, Chunshan Pass is now secure. You should leave your life here."
Lin Jingyue stood with her arms crossed in front of the sand table, pointing to a mountain pass outside Chunshan Pass.
"The morale of the Western Yun barbarians is dwindling. This is the perfect time for a counterattack. If you set up an ambush here, you can capture another pass."
Perhaps due to the weight of the long spear, the young general's arm trembled as he finally put down the weapon and looked at the sand table.
After a discussion, Lin Jingyue raised her sharp eyebrows. "It's been a few days, and I haven't asked for the name of the young general."
"Me? My name is Ye Shiming."
TL Note: Ye Shiming word-to-word translates to Night time Chirping.
"When the people are idle, the osmanthus blooms, and when the night is still, the mountains are empty. The moon rises and startles the mountain birds, and that's when Shiming sings in the spring stream."
Lin Jingyue smiled, leaving Ye Shiming stunned.
"That's the first time someone has interpreted my name like that, and it harmonizes with hers. In reality, I have this name because when I was a child, I used to cry at night. Perhaps from that time, I developed feelings for her that I shouldn't have."
The female general hides her identity, and the female general points at the battlefield.
Young love, a hidden promise.
But battles must end, and people must part.
In the central army tent, candlelight flickered, and two figures were silhouetted together.
Lin Jingyue poured wine for Ye Shiming and handed it to him. Absent-minded, he accepted the wine.
"Wait, you dare to drink the wine given to you by the enemy commander without thinking?"
Ye Shiming's fingers tightened, his eyes filled with deep affection. "Even if you gave me poison, it wouldn't matter."
With those words, Ye Shiming raised his head and drank the wine, while Lin Jingyue tried to stop him.
The wine cup fell to the ground, and Lin Jingyue sighed softly. "Forget it..."
Lin Jingyue stood up, grabbed Ye Shiming by his collar, and brought him close, deeply kissing him.
Jiang Yuebai covered her eyes and turned around, but she saw shadows outside the tent, as if someone was lurking.
"That night, with red candles casting shadows, the spring atmosphere was endless. Both she and I were drunk. I knew it was a great betrayal, but I truly felt happy."
The next morning, Lin Jingyue draped herself in Ye Shiming's cloak, her long hair flowing. She personally crafted a palace lantern at the table.
"I've seen too much blood, and I dislike the color red the most. Today is the Lantern Festival, so I'll make a blue lantern for you."
Lin Jingyue dipped her brush in ink and wrote two lines on the lantern.
"[The moon rises and startles the mountain birds, and Shiming sings in the spring stream]"
"She insisted on leaving, so I avoided the imperial guards and escorted her out of the pass. If I had known that it was our farewell, I would never have let her go."
In the mountain valley pass, amid the spring grass, there was one horse and two people.
Lin Jingyue mounted the horse, and Ye Shiming walked ahead.
"Next spring, I will come for you, ten miles in festive attire, to seek your hand in marriage. You must wait for me."
Trot!
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"It was because of her that the Yun Nation's territory expanded continuously, gradually surpassing the Cang Nation in its glory. If you asked the people of the Cang Nation who they hated the most, the Emperor of the Yun Nation would be second, and Lin Jingyue would be first. But this time, she secretly infiltrated our military camp, going against the Yun Nation's emperor, saying that she wanted to help us resist the sixteen tribes of Western Yun."
"She persuaded me. If Chunshan Pass fell, not only would the Cang Nation face the barbarians from Western Yun, but the Yun Nation would also suffer. When the three forces clashed, the Yun Nation, which had been at war year-round, would indeed suffer losses. At that time, I didn't have much sense of patriotism or strategic acumen. I only knew that if I led the army for the first time and lost, it would be a disaster for my Night Wolf Army, and I would surely be punished by the Cang Emperor."
"In that battle, we achieved victory against all odds, defeating a larger and stronger force. The entire army was inspired, and they said that I was the reincarnation of a war god. But only I knew that the real war god was in my tent."
Jiang Yuebai listened attentively as the scene changed once again.
The splendid young general avoided the others and entered the tent, spear in hand.
"Lin Jingyue, although I owe you for this battle, Chunshan Pass is now secure. You should leave your life here."
Lin Jingyue stood with her arms crossed in front of the sand table, pointing to a mountain pass outside Chunshan Pass.
"The morale of the Western Yun barbarians is dwindling. This is the perfect time for a counterattack. If you set up an ambush here, you can capture another pass."
Perhaps due to the weight of the long spear, the young general's arm trembled as he finally put down the weapon and looked at the sand table.
After a discussion, Lin Jingyue raised her sharp eyebrows. "It's been a few days, and I haven't asked for the name of the young general."
"Me? My name is Ye Shiming."
TL Note: Ye Shiming word-to-word translates to Night time Chirping.
"When the people are idle, the osmanthus blooms, and when the night is still, the mountains are empty. The moon rises and startles the mountain birds, and that's when Shiming sings in the spring stream."
Lin Jingyue smiled, leaving Ye Shiming stunned.
"That's the first time someone has interpreted my name like that, and it harmonizes with hers. In reality, I have this name because when I was a child, I used to cry at night. Perhaps from that time, I developed feelings for her that I shouldn't have."
The female general hides her identity, and the female general points at the battlefield.
Young love, a hidden promise.
But battles must end, and people must part.
In the central army tent, candlelight flickered, and two figures were silhouetted together.
Lin Jingyue poured wine for Ye Shiming and handed it to him. Absent-minded, he accepted the wine.
"Wait, you dare to drink the wine given to you by the enemy commander without thinking?"
Ye Shiming's fingers tightened, his eyes filled with deep affection. "Even if you gave me poison, it wouldn't matter."
With those words, Ye Shiming raised his head and drank the wine, while Lin Jingyue tried to stop him.
The wine cup fell to the ground, and Lin Jingyue sighed softly. "Forget it..."
Lin Jingyue stood up, grabbed Ye Shiming by his collar, and brought him close, deeply kissing him.
Jiang Yuebai covered her eyes and turned around, but she saw shadows outside the tent, as if someone was lurking.
"That night, with red candles casting shadows, the spring atmosphere was endless. Both she and I were drunk. I knew it was a great betrayal, but I truly felt happy."
The next morning, Lin Jingyue draped herself in Ye Shiming's cloak, her long hair flowing. She personally crafted a palace lantern at the table.
"I've seen too much blood, and I dislike the color red the most. Today is the Lantern Festival, so I'll make a blue lantern for you."
Lin Jingyue dipped her brush in ink and wrote two lines on the lantern.
"[The moon rises and startles the mountain birds, and Shiming sings in the spring stream]"
"She insisted on leaving, so I avoided the imperial guards and escorted her out of the pass. If I had known that it was our farewell, I would never have let her go."
In the mountain valley pass, amid the spring grass, there was one horse and two people.
Lin Jingyue mounted the horse, and Ye Shiming walked ahead.
"Next spring, I will come for you, ten miles in festive attire, to seek your hand in marriage. You must wait for me."
Trot!
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