Chapter 421: You Promised to Marry Me

Xiao Moting was shaken to his core and turned around abruptly.

"Bai Wei!"

Behind him, Bai Wei stood smiling, holding two ice cream cones in her hands.

In truth, she had been worried about Xiao Moting and had been secretly keeping an eye on him.

Seeing that Xiao Moting had won and become Emperor, she had been at an ice cream wholesale store, intending to buy a pile of ice cream to teleport over and celebrate with the soldiers of the Beijiang Army.

But after hearing the imperial edict, Bai Wei could not hold back, and she used the Jade Pendant to teleport over again.

Bai Wei thought for a moment and handed one ice cream to Xiao Moting.

"I came in a hurry and didn't prepare any congratulatory gift, so have this..."

Before she could finish, her body suddenly lurched forward, and she was pulled into Xiao Moting's embrace.

"Bai Wei, Bai Wei..." Xiao Moting hugged her tightly, his arms locking firmly around her shoulders as if she would disappear again the moment he let go. "It's so good to see you again."

"Cough..." Bai Wei was hugged so tightly she could barely breathe. She glanced at the surrounding Beijiang Army and blushed. "Let go quickly, there are so many people here."

"It doesn't matter." Xiao Moting did not let go. "They all know about you and me."

"W-what thing?"

Xiao Moting lowered his head to whisper in her ear.

"The matter of our engagement. Back when we were in Shiya City, I accompanied you on a stroll, and you said that once I pacified the world, you would marry me, and we would invite the soldiers to drink wedding wine."

"Even if I have pacified the world, this is not my world alone, but yours and mine! You will always be my Goddess, and I will always be your most loyal believer, obeying your commands."

Bai Wei's cheeks burned, and she blushed in spite of herself.

She really hadn't expected Xiao Moting to admire her so much, and as for the marriage, she had only said it offhandedly at the time; he had actually remembered it firmly and for so long.

Bai Wei hurriedly changed the subject. "Xiao Moting, I came here this time to take back everything that was teleported over."

"Take everything away?" Xiao Moting stiffened, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "Are you leaving again?"

"Yes." Bai Wei nodded.

She had promised Professor Ye and the others that once Xiao Moting won, she would teleport all these weapons back to the modern era; these weapons were too heaven-defying for the people of ancient times and could not be left here.

Xiao Moting, however, furrowed his brows, a look of struggle flashing in the depths of his eyes.

In the end, was he still unable to have what he wanted?

He hesitated for a moment, then picked up a small bag made of bright yellow silk and shoved it into her hand without a word.

When Bai Wei saw it, she was stunned.

Inside the cloth bag was actually the Imperial Seal.

"Xiao Moting, what are you doing? Is the Imperial Seal something to be given away so easily?"

Xiao Moting gripped her hands, his gaze sincere. "Daliang has been pacified; are you going to leave me now? Then I won't be this Emperor; let you do it. Can... can you stay? I beg you not to go. I don't ask for you to stay in Daliang forever, but at least when you have time, can you come back to see me?"

Bai Wei raised her eyes, her heart filled with deep emotion.

So, he had mistakenly thought that if she took all the things away, she wouldn't come to Daliang anymore.

Yet, Xiao Moting had already become the Emperor and possessed supreme power, but he chose to give it up, hoping only for her to stay.

Between power and her, he chose her.

"Xiao Moting, I'm just taking these weapons back; I didn't say I wouldn't come..."

Bai Wei briefly explained the situation.

Only then did Xiao Moting heave a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxing.

"So that's how it is. These weapons are indeed too overbearing and should not be left here, lest they be used by someone with evil intentions through some carelessness, which would throw the world into chaos. I will have the soldiers take inventory now so you can take them back."

"Okay." Bai Wei nodded vigorously.

Possessing these weapons was equivalent to possessing the whole world, but the moment she spoke, Xiao Moting agreed without the slightest hesitation, showing no greed whatsoever.

He had truly lived up to the words of being her loyal believer.

Bai Wei pushed the Imperial Seal back. "You keep this thing; I still have to manage the Farm, and I don't want to be Emperor! Being Emperor is so tiring; I still want to eat, drink, and travel the world."

Just as the two were whispering to each other, Xiao Qiyu sat slumped on the ground, his expression one of despair and confusion.

"How is this possible? Why did it turn out like this? Consort Yun controls the inner palace, and Xiao Moting is the Emperor."

"Then what am I? I left the Empress's side when I was young to train in Donghai Prefecture, following soldiers into battle, enduring every kind of hardship."

"Why can't I be the Emperor? Could it be that the efforts I've made for so many years are just a joke? Ridiculous, truly ridiculous, hahahaha..."

The laughter was manic, as if he had gone mad.

Suddenly, Xiao Qiyu raised his head and stared fixedly at Bai Wei.

"You weren't here just now; you appeared suddenly."

"Others say there is a Goddess in the Beijiang, and the Goddess is protecting Xiao Moting."

"Are you that Goddess?"

Bai Wei looked at Xiao Qiyu, cold and silent.

She had no need to answer.

"It must be you!" Xiao Qiyu held his breath. "The Beijiang Army gained so many weapons overnight; without divine protection, how could this be possible? Goddess, why won't you help me?"

He knelt on the ground, crawling on his knees toward Bai Wei in a frenzy.

"Shennü Daren, please help me! I am the true Son of Heaven; if you help me become Emperor, I will certainly build temples for you, set up spirit tablets, and worship you as the supreme Goddess of Daliang."

Bai Wei stepped back in disgust.

"You lack the virtue for your position; for the sake of power, you incited civil war, forced troops into battle, and caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. If you were Emperor, you would only bring disaster to the world. Xiao Moting has a heart that loves the people; only with him will Daliang have lasting peace."

Xiao Moting shouted coldly, "Xiao Qiyu, for his own selfish desires, attacked the Beijiang and shook the foundations of Daliang. Strip him of his title, escort him back to Shengjing, lock him in the Heavenly Prison, and await trial. Thoroughly investigate and confiscate the property of all of Xiao Qiyu's accomplices, and punish them severely!"

Xiao Qiyu's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He trembled. "Em... Emperor Brother, don't lock me up, don't throw me into the Heavenly Prison; I am your younger brother."

"I do not have a younger brother like you!" Xiao Moting stretched out his hand, pointed into the distance, and shouted sternly, "Look at how many people have died. Facing the wronged souls of these tens of thousands, what else do you have to say?"

On the distant battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dispersed, and the ground was covered in corpses.

The Yuan Family Army, the East Sea Commandery Army, as well as the Beijiang Army, the Peasant Army...

Countless soldiers were buried on the battlefield, their fresh blood staining the earth red.

Xiao Qiyu knelt there blankly, as if he had already lost all vitality.

Bai Wei could not be bothered to pay him any mind; she turned around and directed Qin Zhan to clear the equipment, as she intended to use Teleportation to return to the modern era.

Suddenly, a cold and urgent low shout rang out in her ears.

"Watch out!"

Just as Bai Wei turned her head, she saw a flash of cold light before her!

Clang!

Zhou Yanli stood in front of her, holding his Long Sword horizontally to block a Bullet, sparks flying everywhere!

Xiao Qiyu gripped a Pocket Pistol in both hands, the muzzle aimed at Bai Wei, and roared madly.

"Zhou Yanli, it is you ruining my plans again! Why must you insist on opposing me? If I kill this woman, I will have a chance to battle Xiao Moting once more! Why do you protect her again and again?"

Zhou Yanli remained coldly silent, and with one strike of his Long Sword, he severed the tendons in Xiao Qiyu's hand.

Xiao Qiyu let out a miserable shriek, and the Pocket Pistol fell to the ground.

"Take him away," Xiao Moting commanded in a deep voice.

Several soldiers of the Beijiang Army rushed forward and bound Xiao Qiyu tightly.

Bai Wei was still shaken, her heart pounding wildly.

No one had expected that Xiao Qiyu had actually hidden a Pocket Pistol.

If it were not for Zhou Yanli, she truly would not have been able to dodge it; the incident happened so suddenly and the distance was so close that even Xiao Moting could not react in time.

"Zhou Yanli, thank you for saving me again."

Zhou Yanli turned around and gazed at her quietly.

Suddenly, he stepped forward and knelt on one knee.

"Great Diviner of the Divine Witch Tribe, Zhou Yanli, pays respects to the Goddess."

He raised his head, his cold eyes reflecting her figure.

"Shennü Daren, the Zhou clan of the Divine Witch Tribe has protected every generation of the Goddess for ages. I also once swore an oath before my clansmen that I would protect you with my life."

Having finished speaking, he lowered his head, appearing extremely devout.