Chapter 552 Dongjun Feiyan relieves his sorrow (Water Point Other)

At this time, Su Ye was standing alone outside Tianqian Pass. Guo Jia and Xun You beside him had gone down to take charge of the situation. The situation in the entire Tianqian Pass gradually stabilized under their control.

However, Su Ye did not feel relieved at all. His eyes were silently cast downwards.

He watched as these innocent Yellow Turban fleeing soldiers were about to be massacred on this land just because of his insignificant order.

There were mixed feelings in my heart, including the joy of victory, but also helplessness and sadness over this senseless sacrifice.

At this moment, the sound of light footsteps slowly sounded behind him, like the gentlest melody in the night sky, interrupting his thoughts.

Su Ye did not look back, but he knew who was coming.

Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School - Feiyan, the woman with a cold and beautiful face, slowly came to his side like the brightest star in the night sky.

She was wearing a dark blue long skirt, the hem of which fluttered gently in the wind, resembling the image of a three-legged golden crow, as if it contained some mysterious and profound power.

Her long, silky hair was tied up low with an antique hairpin and adorned with dark blue gemstone jewelry, which sparkled with a deep light in the night, adding a touch of extraordinary temperament.

After this period of fighting, most of the time Su Ye was accompanied by only her, the Yin-Yang family members, and Suzaku, who always followed him as guards.

After spending so much time together, they have become more familiar with each other.

Fei Yan saw that Su Ye was feeling a little unwell, so she walked gently to his side without saying a word. She just accompanied him quietly, giving him silent support and comfort with her presence.

The distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breath. Her eyes fell gently on Su Ye's face, as if she wanted to dissolve all his sorrow.

Su Ye felt Fei Yan's company. He turned his head slightly and looked at her cold and beautiful face.

Under the moonlight, Dongjun's skin looked as delicate as white jade, and his deep eyes sparkled with star-like light.

"Fei Yan, look at these innocent lives. They are going to die here just because of my order."

"When did I start to treat human life as worthless?"

Su Ye curled the corners of his mouth and said without any expression on his face.

Upon hearing this, Feiyan gently reached out and held Su Ye's hand.

Her palms were warm and soft, as if they could convey an invisible power.

"Your Highness must understand that the struggle for the world is never a joke."

"Each of us has our own mission and responsibilities, and sometimes we have to make some difficult choices for the greater good."

"Different positions have nothing to do with right or wrong!"

Feiyan smiled slightly, looked at Su Ye and spoke softly.

"Moreover, these Yellow Turbans chose this path of no return from the very beginning. Their fate has long been determined."

"Everything the Yellow Turban Army has done, and even the meaning of its existence, is nothing more than a pioneer for the king, ringing the morning bell for this new era!"

Her voice was soft and magnetic, with an indescribable charm, as she continued.

As she spoke, Feiyan gently approached Su Ye, her dark blue skirt swaying in the wind, blending with the night, like an elf in the night.

She raised her hand and gently touched Su Ye's furrowed brows with her fingertips, trying to soothe the worries in his heart.

"Your Highness, are you sad about the disappearance of these lives?" "But please remember that yin and yang are interdependent, all things are reincarnated, and life and death are also the truth of heaven and earth."

Su Ye felt the warmth from Fei Yan's fingertips, as if a warm current was flowing into his heart, making him feel slightly relieved.

He turned to look at Feiyan, his deep eyes flashing with complex light.

"Your Highness, you don't need to worry about this. In this chaotic world, everyone has his or her own destiny and fate."

"Your Highness, as a local lord, every decision you make is for a greater goal. Since these Yellow Turbans have chosen this path, their fate is sealed."

Feiyan turned her head gently, her long hair fluttering in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance, and her voice was gentle and full of comfort.

"Your Highness, all things in the world follow the principles of yin and yang. The cycle of life and death is also the law of nature."

"You are kind-hearted, and that is your kindness, but please remember that the philosophy of the Yin-Yang School is balance and harmony. Sometimes, sacrifice is unavoidable."

Fei Yan's voice was like a clear mountain spring, crystal clear yet with a hint of imperceptible depth, trying to comfort the turmoil in Su Ye's heart.

Just then, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps sounded behind them, interrupting the conversation between Su Ye and Fei Yan.

The footsteps were steady, yet mixed with a hint of fatigue and anxiety.

Su Ye and Fei Yan turned their heads at the same time, only to see Princess Si Luoying in military uniform slowly approaching them.

Si Luoying was wearing silver armor and a red battle robe on his shoulders. He looked heroic, with an extraordinary heroic spirit between his brows.

However, her eyes could not hide her recent worry and uneasiness.

During this period of time, the situation of the Daqian Dynasty was like a candle in the wind and rain, crumbling. The sudden death of her father made her even more upset, and the burden on her shoulders seemed to have become a thousand pounds heavier overnight.

In the moonlight, her figure seemed particularly lonely and tough, as if she was carrying the weight of the entire world, and every step she took was filled with endless heaviness.

Seeing Si Luoying's arrival, Su Ye and Fei Yan were both slightly surprised. A complex emotion flashed in their eyes, including surprise and understanding.

However, they soon regained their composure and communicated their feelings with each other's eyes, a tacit understanding that could be understood without words.

Si Luoying walked up to them, his eyes moving between the two of them, as if he had noticed the subtle atmosphere between them.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time and disturbed your pleasure."

She smiled softly, trying to ease the slightly heavy atmosphere with a lighthearted tone.

There was a hint of ridicule in his voice, but it also revealed a bit of fatigue and helplessness, a kind of depth that only those who have experienced ups and downs can understand.

"Luo Ying, it's always a good time for you to come."

"We are just chatting, there is nothing elegant about it."

Hearing this, Su Ye's lips curled up into a gentle smile. He gently held Si Luoying's hand. Although his hands were a little rough due to long battles, they were still warm and strong.

Fei Yan was also chuckling beside them, her eyes moving between Su Ye and Si Luoying, with a bit of teasing and blessing.

"Yes, Luo Ying, you are always so polite. You are always welcome here."

Her voice is soft and warm, like a spring breeze, which makes people feel good.

(End of this chapter)