Yu Jingfeng followed Di Wuya back to the military camp and entered the largest tent.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince.” The moment Di Wuya came to a stop, Yu Jingfeng knelt on one knee.
“Speak!” Di Wuya’s voice was deep and low.
“In response to Your Highness the Crown Prince: Empress Dowager Ning has been found. She is in a temple within the Imperial Capital.” Yu Jingfeng responded in a low voice.
“Arrange her rescue at once.” Di Wuya swept his robe and took his seat.
“Yes.” Yu Jingfeng nodded and stood up.
He raised his eyes to glance at Di Wuya, said nothing further, cupped his hands in salute, turned, and left the tent.
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Seven days flashed by. The battle for the Imperial Capital had been fought for three full days and three full nights before it settled somewhat.
Zhan Yuheng had prepared his defenses well; for the Longwu Army to break into the Imperial Capital was not something that could be accomplished in a short time.
Once Di Wuya had rescued Empress Dowager Ning, he had nothing more to hold him back.
The Longwu Army attacked the city from several points, yet the soldiers could still from time to time see Di Wuya and Di Feimu clad in silver armor, leading from the very front.
After three continuous days and nights of combat, the battle temporarily subsided — so that they could rest well and fight better.
Early the next morning, Yu Jingfeng came to Di Wuya’s tent.
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, traces of Long Feiyan have been found.” He knelt on one knee and said.
Di Wuya set down his teacup and rose; beside him, Di Feimu also closed his book and stood.
“Where?” Di Wuya asked coldly.
“According to the scouts’ report, she is on the city wall, slightly to the east of the city gate — at the second checkpoint.”
The moment Yu Jingfeng’s voice fell, Di Wuya was nowhere to be seen inside the tent.
When Yu Jingfeng turned, he could only see the retreating figure of Di Feimu leaving the tent.
Yu Jingfeng was momentarily startled, then hurried after them.
On the city wall, Long Feiyan stood facing the wind, with Qing Zhi and Qing Ye guarding behind her.
“Mistress, for Zhan Liyue to summon you here at this time, there must certainly be a scheme behind it,” Qing Ye said softly.
“Yanu has been out of contact for some time now. This battle was bound to come sooner or later. Even if it is a trap, I am not afraid.” Long Feiyan looked at the army outside the Imperial Capital and furrowed her brow slightly.
In her life, she had been harmed too grievously by Zhan Liyue, who had also implicated the entire Long family. Today, she would have her revenge.
The most wrong thing Long Feiyan had done in her life was to have used an infant.
She looked at the army stationed in the distance, and in her eyes there flickered a complex light.
“Whether he lives or dies was long since determined by fate. Mistress need not feel guilty at all!” Qing Ye stepped forward and came to Long Feiyan’s side.
“That is right. His birth mother committed every manner of wrong. Can Mistress not remember the deceased members of the Long family and the Long family’s soldiers?” Qing Zhi’s voice was also very low and heavy.
“Even though I did not personally witness it, I know how devastating it was. For the son of such a person, there is no need for pity.”
“Who said I felt any pity?” Long Feiyan raised her arched brows lightly.
Qing Ye and Qing Zhi exchanged a glance and said nothing more.
They understood their own mistress: a person who appeared cold-blooded and ruthless before the world was not necessarily truly without feeling.
Even if there was coldness, it was the world that had forced her to it.
The city wall fell quiet, with only the gentle sound of the wind.
After a while, Long Feiyan raised her eyes to look at the sunlight on the horizon and lifted the corners of her mouth slightly.
“The time has come.”
The moment her voice faded, killing intent surged from all directions; Qing Zhi and Qing Ye immediately turned, drew their swords, and stood guard before Long Feiyan.
When they thought Zhan Liyue had brought many skilled fighters, only two figures appeared before them.
Di Wuya and Di Feimu stood on the city wall, one to the left and one to the right; their tall, imposing figures were like gods standing between heaven and earth — invincible.
When Long Feiyan turned and saw these two towering figures, she could not help but feel a surge of admiration.
Zhan Liyue had been narrow-minded and treacherous, yet had obtained two such perfect sons; Heaven was truly unfair.
Long Feiyan could not deny it: even Yanu was a rare and exceptional talent — but unfortunately, he was Zhan Liyue’s son.
As Di Wuya and Di Feimu took their stances on the city wall, the killing intent that had surged from all directions gradually gathered together, forming two vortexes.
Qing Zhi and Qing Ye looked at the two men who resembled gods and could not help but feel awe.
Such powerful inner strength! Especially the man in the dark robe beneath silver armor — it seemed that the moment he made his move, they would have no chance of resistance whatsoever.
“Long Feiyan, you caused the deaths of my mother and my Third Brother — pay with your life!” Di Feimu fixed his gaze firmly on Long Feiyan.
With a longsword in hand, his feet had not yet moved, yet his body was already swiftly closing in on Long Feiyan.
Qing Zhi and Qing Ye immediately raised their swords and charged forward to meet him.
Before Long Feiyan had even had a chance to react to Di Feimu’s words, fierce sounds of combat were already ringing out on the city wall.
Long Feiyan fixed her gaze on Di Wuya and curled her lips slightly: “Your mother — she is truly dead?”
Undeniably, hearing this news, she felt exceedingly pleased.
Nothing was more gratifying than being able to avenge the Long family and all the brothers of the Longwu Army.
Zhan Liyue was dead. Zhan Liyue was truly dead.
“Ha ha ha…” Long Feiyan suddenly burst into laughter, tilting her face toward the sky, tears shimmering in her eyes.
She had finally avenged them all — her deceased loved ones and every one of the Longwu Army’s brothers. Zhan Liyue was dead; now you can all rest in peace.
Long Feiyan sensed a dense killing intent approaching; she immediately composed herself, raised her sword, and charged to meet it.
Zhan Liyue was dead; even if she died in this battle, it would be enough.
Yu Jingfeng arrived and joined the battle.
Qing Zhi quickly could not hold her ground, fell heavily onto the city wall, and spat blood.
A moment later, Qing Ye took a palm strike from Di Feimu; her body plummeted downward at great speed and fell even harder.
Yu Jingfeng leapt forward and placed his longsword against Qing Ye’s neck.
Di Feimu paid no further attention and turned to join Di Wuya and Long Feiyan’s battle.
The clashing ring of swords rang out repeatedly on the city wall, and from time to time even a thunderous rumbling could be heard.
Three people of immense inner strength fought each other; wherever sword wind and palm wind reached, even the city wall built from giant stones was left with hollow dents.
Qing Zhi attempted to rise, but Yu Jingfeng struck her with a palm and her body rolled away more than ten feet.
Qing Ye’s brows furrowed; seizing her chance, she slipped free from beneath Yu Jingfeng’s sword and leapt to her feet.
Yu Jingfeng immediately turned and gave chase.
The combat on the city wall grew more and more fierce, yet for some reason, it did not attract the attention of the soldiers within the city.
Long Feiyan, seeing she could not match Di Wuya, shifted her attention to Di Feimu.
Di Feimu, in a moment of carelessness, received Long Feiyan’s palm strike head-on.
At the critical moment, Di Wuya leapt and used his own body to shield Di Feimu.
He had wanted to strike back, but was still a step too slow, and took the full force of the palm strike that had been meant for Di Feimu.
“Elder Brother!” Di Feimu cried out and moved to go to his aid.
Yet Di Wuya, though clearly struck by the palm, acted as though nothing had happened and swiftly counterattacked.
Di Wuya’s move — not only Di Feimu, but even Long Feiyan had no time to react.
She hesitated for a split second, took a devastating blow head-on, her body rapidly flying backward and crashing down onto the city wall before tumbling off.