Chapter 412: He Is Not Merciful

"It's not like that," Bai Wei hurriedly explained, "history has already been changed."

Zhou Yuchuan said gently, "Bai Wei, don't be anxious. Tell the two professors everything, then listen to their plan."

"Okay."

After saying this, Bai Wei recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

From her accidentally discovering the wardrobe, to her helping the Northern Frontier Army escape their predicament, and then to her returning to ancient Daliang through the Jade Pendant...

This story was very long; it took Bai Wei over an hour to finish explaining the sequence of events.

However, regarding the details between her and Xiao Moting, as these were private matters between the two of them, Bai Wei did not speak of them.

"That is the whole story."

After she finished speaking, there was silence in the conference room.

Museum Curator Qin kept drinking tea, his fingers trembling incessantly; he was clearly extremely agitated.

Ye Lao also kept adjusting his glasses, muttering continuously to himself.

"A miracle, this is simply a miracle in the history of science..."

Zhou Yuchuan said in a slow voice, "Professors, Bai Wei has already shared her experience. Her ability to travel through time and space does sound inconceivable, but there are many things that cannot be explained by current science."

"Ye Lao, Museum Curator, if there is no equipment, the Northern Frontier will be destroyed," Bai Wei said anxiously. "They are waiting for my help; this involves tens, or even hundreds of thousands of lives."

If the Northern Frontier Army led by Xiao Moting were defeated, the Imperial Army would slaughter their way through.

Yuan Canghai had always been an enemy of the Northern Frontier and would never let the people of the Northern Frontier go.

Xiao Moting had lived in the Northern Frontier for many years and was very popular with the people; Xiao Qiyu would certainly not tolerate the remnants, so he would surely cut the weeds and dig up the roots, killing every last member of the Northern Frontier Army, as well as countless commoners.

By then, they would likely massacre several cities, leaving rivers of blood.

"This..." Ye Lao pondered for a long time, then looked at Museum Curator Qin. "Bai Wei, this matter is of great importance, and regarding your ability to travel through time and space, we must also study it carefully. Museum Curator Qin and I will go back to discuss it first, and then we will give you an answer."

Bai Wei also knew that this matter was not simple, so she could only nod.

"Then I will trouble Ye Lao and Museum Curator Qin. However, the matter of obtaining munitions must be quick; the Imperial Army might launch a surprise attack at any moment."

Bai Wei left the conference room.

Zhou Yuchuan followed her out, closed the door behind him, and comforted her.

"You don't need to be too anxious. As soon as Ye Lao and Museum Curator Qin reach a conclusion, I will tell you immediately."

Bai Wei let out a soft breath. "You did your best, thank you."

"I said, there is no need to thank me," Zhou Yuchuan smiled gently. "Helping you is also helping myself. Perhaps if you travel back to ancient times, you might be able to help me find the source of the Zhou family curse."

Bai Wei looked up at him, a faint sense of guilt rising in her heart.

Just now, she had not mentioned Zhou Yanli, and she had also concealed the Forbidden Technique used by the Great Diviner of the Divine Witch Tribe, all because she was afraid of affecting Zhou Yuchuan.

"Zhou Yuchuan, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to help you solve the matter of the curse."

Bai Wei made up her mind.

There were still three years left; as long as the Northern Frontier survived this crisis, she would stay in ancient times and race against time to find a solution.

She did not want Zhou Yuchuan to die, nor did she want Zhou Yanli to die.

They were in different times and spaces, yet they shared the same soul.

Zhou Yanli raised his wrist and glanced at his steel-strap watch.

"There is still some time. I have contacted a friend from whom I can buy over three hundred catties of gunpowder."

"Doesn't the Northern Frontier Army have some empty shell casings? Bring them over, and I will have someone make them into Reloaded Ammunition."

"If there is any gunpowder left, I will find a friend to make a batch of hand grenades."

Bai Wei looked at Zhou Yuchuan, a deep sense of being moved welling up inside her.

Gunpowder, Reloaded Ammunition, and hand grenades... they sounded like nothing.

But these were all contraband; they could not be bought at all.

Zhou Yuchuan was taking a risk to help her do these things.

"Zhou Yuchuan, tha—"

Bai Wei had just said one word before immediately swallowing her words back.

She smiled at Zhou Yuchuan. "Then it's a deal. After this matter is over, I'll treat you to a meal, and you aren't allowed to pay."

Zhou Yuchuan also smiled. "Let's split it into two times. I'll treat you to a meal first, and then you can treat me to one."

Bai Wei chuckled. "No problem."

The wind of the Northern Frontier blew across the land filled with yellow sand.

Xiao Moting sat on his horse, his cold, stern face tilted upward as he looked sharply at the opposing army.

The two armies stood in a standoff, banners fluttering in the wind.

Opposite them was the dense, dark mass of the Yuan Clan's troops, with several large banners embroidered with the character 'Yuan' waving in the formation.

At the front of the Yuan Family Army formation stood a horse that was pitch-black all over, a 'Cloud-Treading Snow'.

A young general in white robes rode on the horse, dressed in golden armor, with delicate features.

Behind him followed several generals.

Compared to the tension of the several generals, the white-robed general's expression was very leisurely as he looked up and smiled.

"Imperial Brother, the situation in the Northern Frontier is already lost. Struggling further is useless; you had better surrender."

Xiao Moting's eyes were icy cold as he spoke coldly.

"Xiao Qiyu, no matter the outcome of this battle, do not involve the women of the inner palace."

Xiao Qiyu laughed loudly. "Imperial Brother, are you afraid I will do something to your mother, Consort Yun? Rest assured, Consort Yun is currently favored by the Emperor; with Father Emperor protecting her, I will not be disrespectful to her. As for you, leading a mere few tens of thousands of remnant soldiers against our army of four hundred thousand, it is undoubtedly like an egg hitting a rock."

At this moment, a steady, resonant voice rang out.

"Prince of Northern Suppression, I, the humble general, dare to speak plainly: the rebellion in Beijiang has made you a traitor. If you are willing to surrender, the Fifth Prince will certainly treat you well."

Xiao Moting turned his head and saw that the one speaking was Yang Tianhu.

He closed his eyes slightly.

"If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext!"

"My tens of thousands of Beijiang soldiers are all loyal and devoted; they have shed their blood and sacrificed their lives to defend Daliang, and the heavens and gods can bear witness to this!"

"Only the wealthy and comfortable Imperial Court in Shengjing, which neither sheds blood nor sweats, drinks fine wine while claiming the soldiers of Beijiang are rebelling! It is truly laughable."

Xiao Qiyu raised his voice and said, "Imperial Brother, the imperial edict to attack the Beijiang rebels was issued by Father Emperor himself; you had better admit your guilt..."

"This guilt, I will not admit!" Xiao Moting suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and cold, "And everyone in Beijiang will not admit it either! Xiao Qiyu, Beijiang will not surrender; the Northern Frontier Army would rather die in battle and stain the battlefield with blood than ever admit to this crime!"

Behind him, tens of thousands of the Northern Frontier Army raised their Long Swords in unison and roared together.

"We would rather die in battle than admit to any crime."

Xiao Qiyu's delicate face twisted for a moment, a flash of malice appearing in the depths of his eyes.

"Imperial Brother, if you are unwilling to surrender, do not blame your younger brother for being heartless."

"Today is the last time I will call you Imperial Brother! Tomorrow, when we meet with weapons drawn, the battlefield will show no mercy."

Yang Tianhu tugged on his reins and spurred his horse forward to persuade him.

"Prince of Northern Suppression, you and the Fifth Prince are brothers; he is kind-hearted and does not wish to take action against you. Go back and consider it carefully today; if you are willing to surrender, you may send a messenger to inform us at any time."

Xiao Moting sneered sarcastically.

"Xiao Qiyu is not being kind; he is afraid of me!"

"Every soldier in my Northern Frontier Army is fearless. If war breaks out, even if your Imperial Army has more men, you will certainly suffer heavy casualties! If the Yuan Clan's troops suffer too many losses, he will have a hard time answering to Yuan Canghai."

"Furthermore, Beijiang has been falsely accused of being a traitorous faction! If I am defeated, it will surely incite the entire Beijiang to resist; with the soldiers and civilians rising up to fight back, it will likely not be easy for Xiao Qiyu to unify Beijiang."

"He is too bloodthirsty; when he ascends the throne in the future, the court historians will inevitably embellish the truth and write of him as a tyrant."