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Chapter 212: with translation of chapter title

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But, in all these experiences, those processes...

As for what one must face and must deal with, it seems I have also been wrong too much.

Facing all the entanglements, facing all obstacles.

Then, I should not retreat because of emotion.

Moreover, what must be achieved is to give it one's all and forge ahead.

Sometimes, in many places, the only thing one can do is just one word—kill!

With killing, break all things!

Those who refuse to submit? Kill!

Rebels? Kill!

And those who covet the throne should be killed even more!

In short, wherever there is any threat to oneself, it is naturally to be solved by the word 'kill'.

Only by using this method to solve the greatest trouble among them, then everything is natural.

After so many years, the hidden agents I prepared, those people, should also be moved!

After all, I have already received too many threats, and also suffered many influences.

Often, in such a situation, where one must achieve something, since I have persisted, I should accomplish it.

So, setting aside everything else, what must be done is only the present.

In all situations, if anything is amiss, kill them all!

"Convey the imperial secret order..."

Yun Fengyun took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

At the same time, a glint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

……

Pingxi Prince's Mansion.

Yang Jun and Yun Xiyue were practicing martial arts.

At this time, Yang Jun was sparring with Yun Xiyue.

The two stood facing each other.

At the same time, Yun Xiyue picked up the knife in her hand and swiftly stabbed toward Yang Jun, hitting his chest.

"Ah! Xiyue, you..."

"Sorry, Yang Jun, I... I had no choice."

The two faced each other, speaking.

In the midst of this conversation, Yang Jun took a deep breath and let out a miserable cry.

But at this moment, his body tilted and he fell into Leng Qingyue's arms.

Just then, he happened to fall into Leng Qingyue's arms, precisely onto her chest.

Seeing this, Yun Xiyue stepped forward, picked up her wooden sword, and fiercely stabbed Yang Jun's body.

Yang Jun shouted incoherently, his body trembling, yet he held Leng Qingyue's waist even tighter, pressing their bodies closer.

"Stop, what are you doing? What is this for? Please, this is a big deal—what are you doing?"

Lin Qingyue sat to the side, voicing her great dissatisfaction.

To her, all of this before her eyes is full of flaws.

"No, really not."

"First of all, when one really wants to act, where is there so much talk?"

"Just come up and a single puff—done."

"And all this psychological drama? What is this? Turning a murder thriller into your romance drama?"

"And Yang Jun, you say yourself, a stab to your body feels at most cold, then pain, then knowing you will die, but by then you are already truly going to die."

"So tell me, at that point, what else can you do? Still all this nonsense?"

Lin Qingyue, like a director, immediately adopted an extremely serious demeanor, repeatedly blaming Yang Jun before her.

"Qingyue, here you are the one who has killed the most, tell me, isn't that so?"

Leng Qingyue was still reflecting on Lin Qingyue's words, striving to understand how it would be when the two became enemies and truly killed one side.

But now, Lin Qingyue suddenly directed the question at herself.

"Ah? It seems indeed."

Leng Qingyue couldn't quite gather her thoughts, but after a little reflection, the reactions of those who died by her hand weren't exactly like this?

It's just that in the past, when I killed people, I never had any time to look at the victims' reactions.

Those people just died—what more is there to worry about?

But now Lin Qingyue's remark forces Leng Qingyue to look, to see how all those experiences were in those situations.

"Hmm, not bad, any other details?"

Yang Jun at this moment also completely put away his playful heart, and while speaking, immediately nodded firmly.

In this situation, it is also Yang Jun's inner self fully considering all future possibilities.

That is, one must seek a way to free oneself from the present predicament for one's future path.

Feign death, fake death, avoid all this.

These are all the methods Yang Jun can obtain.

The danger I will now face is too much, too much.

The things to be dealt with are even more difficult.

Nowadays, all problems require making the utmost preparations; being prepared prevents trouble—that's what should be done.

All possible events and the problems we might face have been dealt with; then there will be no need for any worry.

Yang Jun knows best, and is most worried about one point: Yun Fengyun's period of weakness is approaching soon.

So, what we most need to do now is to clearly understand the matter at hand.

Simply put, one point is that when Yun Fengyun arrives, the measures he can take will be even more astonishing.

The results that can be achieved will be even more unimaginable.

Those can only be summed up by one point: one general's success is built on ten thousand bones.

He wants to preserve everything he has, so what he needs to do remains even more simple.

Only by keeping everything properly under control is it truly what should be done.

Ahead are wolf cubs, behind are tigers; to face everything and change everything, the most basic is to first preserve one's life.

"How should I put it? There are many details in these matters."

"When you die, I won't go into those processes; just think for yourself—aren't there too many things that shouldn't be?"

"Also, why did Xi Yue kill you?"

"Have you considered the reason behind this? Or perhaps there isn't any?"

"You must first figure this out clearly: make sure others cannot find any loopholes, understand?"

"Lin Qingyue spoke seriously, and Yang Jun kept nodding."

"The most important point is that, right now, whoever wants to kill you needs to pay attention to how this weapon should strike you so that people will believe it."

"But after striking you, it must not arouse suspicion, understand?"

"Otherwise, if anyone becomes suspicious, all our efforts will be wasted!"

"Lin Qingyue spoke again, and at this point she nodded firmly."

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