Chapter 580: The Horseback Technique Is Impressive

These days of campaigning have made Ying's horse‑training skill reach a fine point; he rode with Nan Qinghuan into the forest, and suddenly he flipped and pulled Nan Qinghuan into his arms… and then… "Ying…"

Nan Qinghuan was shocked; he actually thought about being on a horse with her—how shameful.

Their clothing covered everything so nothing could be seen, but as the horse jolted, she seemed as if she were dreaming; that sight made one want to cherish her tenderly.

When she collapsed from exhaustion, the horse finally stopped; Ying composed himself, lifted her down, and then found a spot where the grass was reborn, gently laying her there.

Both were drenched in sweat, and Nan Qinghuan hadn't expected her horse‑taming skill to be so good.

She lay on the ground panting, and Ying lay beside her, letting him lean against her; his body still gave off a faint scent of blood, which was quite uncomfortable to smell.

A gentle breeze drifted in, and Nan Qinghuan finally came to her senses.

That just now was insanely thrilling.

She leaned onto Ying's chest, inhaled deeply to savor the rare comfort; Ying's gaze never left her, as it had been so long since they last met.

He really, really missed her.

He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, causing Nan Qinghuan's body to tremble slightly, "Ying, I'm tired…"

She thought Ying wanted to do something to stop her, but it was impossible—she was about to die of exhaustion.

Ying saw she was very tired, yet he still didn't want to let it end that way.

Because he had endured for a long time.

They say a gentle land is a hero's grave; now Ying is just that.

Each time he escaped death, the thing he most wanted to do was be with Nan Qinghuan.

He leaned against her, traveling from the forest to a garden… This made Nan Qinghuan very nervous—what does he intend? "Qinghuan…"

His eyes were full of affection; Nan Qinghuan tried to run but simply couldn't escape.

A spring breeze brushed their faces, and the two lovers were enjoying a joy that belonged to each other.

All afternoon, Nan Qinghuan felt as if she were soaking in warm water; the heat made her uncomfortable, yet the feeling was irresistible.

After a hard wait for that sensation to fade, Ying finally released her.

The man wasn't hungry; he was already full.

He let out a long sigh and leaned against her; the two just stared at the ancient sky‑spanning trees, the place was cool and free of mosquitoes, very comfortable.

Seeing Nan Qinghuan silent, Ying licked the corner of his mouth with a satisfied look; he finally stopped being angry.

"Qinghuan, you're mine, understand?"

Ying twirled her long hair around his fingers, each strand imbued with endless longing; he cared for her so much he wished he could devour her whole.

That way, she would never leave him.

Nan Qinghuan didn't know what was up with him; she just thought his hormones were overactive, and after such a long separation they missed each other a lot.

So his behavior was normal.

But she truly didn't expect him to be so playful, even on a horse.

Who on earth taught him this? She must ask properly.

Nan Qinghuan lifted her head and met his gaze, "Ying, you seem different this time you've returned."

Ying slightly furrowed his brows and tightened his hold around her waist; he was proud, because now, apart from the Baiqi Tribe, all other territories were his.

One could say he is now the only king in Jiuzhou.

"Qinghuan, I am now the king of Jiuzhou; I have conquered a realm to give you."

What? King of Jiuzhou? Nan Qinghuan was startled; this didn't match the report—what lands had he actually subjugated? She quickly sat up and asked, "Ying, what did you just mean?"

Ying saw that she didn't understand; indeed, he hadn't sent the news back because he wanted to tell his own woman this huge good news himself.

"Qinghuan, apart from the Baiqi Tribe, this Jiuzhou is my realm; all tribes have surrendered, including the Matriarchal Tribe. In the future, the unification you spoke of I can achieve soon. I will establish a great kingdom, making everyone submit to us and revere us."

When Ying said this, his eyes were full of confidence.

That was the most domineering thing Nan Qinghuan had ever heard.

By a careless slip, her man conquered all of Jiuzhou; it seems her senior brother was right—Ying truly is a born war god.

She quickly sat up, fixing her long hair, "How are you all so powerful?"

Ying smiled proudly, "Even the Heavenly Gods aid me; wherever I go the ground trembles, and I easily subdue them. Now, apart from the Baiqi Tribe, all other tribes have vanished. I have sent Rongdi and Yao's people to stay there and build a new city. In the future, Jiuzhou Dadi will have no tribes, only cities."

Ambition shone in Ying's eyes; indeed, he had already planned everything, and he had found an ideal spot—a place called Heavenly City.

It had the best conditions; he intended to take the child and Nan Qinghuan there to live.

From then on, the family lived happily together.

Hearing Ying's words, Nan Qinghuan realized she wasn't the one driving history; Ying was. Who could have imagined that the primitive hunter once could transform into the king who conquered Jiuzhou? It was beyond belief.

Yet, her man accomplished it.

And he did it well.

"Ying, you're truly amazing; how do you plan to deal with the Baiqi Tribe?"

That tribe had always been a major troublemaker, so how would Ying handle it? When Nan Qinghuan asked, Ying merely smiled, gently pinched her cheek, and a soft light shone in his eyes, "The Baiqi Tribe will be wiped out—just a matter of time. For now, let's rest a while after returning; how are things in the city?"

He arrived but hadn't entered the city before seeking Nan Qinghuan, so he didn't know what had happened inside the city.

Nan Qinghuan quickly briefed Ying on the city's situation; Ying was pleased, "You're impressive. Those bandits aren't your opponents, but Qinghuan, do you really believe the Bai People won't rebel?"

"Rebel?"

Nan Qinghuan understood his meaning; she dressed, rose slowly, her gaze sharp as she looked toward the distant lands where the Bai People were entrenched.

"Their ancestral lands are no longer livable; I saw it last night—people are suffering, even food is a problem. Our aid will restore their will to live. Rebel? Ying, do you think a people who can't even secure food and shelter would rebel?"

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