The Marquis Is Innocent
Chapter 137.3

Qiao Yue snorted, gritted his teeth, decided, and nodded: “Let’s do as you say!”

Zhang Pu was overjoyed and kneeled, “My Lord is wise! Liu Yan is a brilliant man, and the world belongs to him. If my Lord holds the credit of supporting him, he will be wealthy and prosper.”

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On the first day of March, the moon was like an arc.

Within the vast wilderness of Muye, the spring chill was still severe, and the heavy snow had not completely melted. But between the cracks of the rocks, the moss has quietly returned to green. The wind echoes in the wilderness day and night, chanting, and no longer carries a harsh chill. If one closes one’s eyes, one may smell the taste of spring air. This spring in Muye, although late, has finally arrived.

Just a few days after Le Zheng Gong retreated, Xing Xun, who had been confronting Wei Shao for several months, couldn’t delay any longer. At this dawn, his troops were divided into three lines to attack the enemy camp along the Yellow River.

Wei Shao’s army, equipped with armor, had been standing by. The bull’s horn emitted a low and trembling long sound. A great battle, destined to bleed the floating hill, kicked off. The battle lasted for three days, intermittently.

More than a thousand years ago, in this piece of land called Muye, a war that made heaven and earth lose color while the sun and moon had no light occurred. After that war, someone formed eight hundred years of prosperity and won a brilliant reputation. But, people are leaving behind stains on the history books disgracefully. The war souls buried underground for over a thousand years seem to be awakened again by blood and swords, moaning, hailing, and breaking out of the dark world. The dragon fought in the wild, and its blood was yellow. The wind and clouds cried angrily, and the gods and ghosts wept in grief. Soldiers fought with long spears and drank blood. Their only thought that exists was to drive the rolling chariot, wrapped in blood, holding the sword and spear in their palm, following the flag ahead.

Kill, kill, kill!

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Le Zheng Gong led the army, crossed the frozen Yellow River by the boat bridge, and then marched day and night, wishing he could have wings on his ribs to rush back to Liangzhou.

On this day, he finally arrived at Huashan. But he gradually felt something was wrong. He did not see any traces of the army marching along the way. When he asks the people in the villages and towns, they do not know about the troops that recently passed by.

Le Zheng Gong hesitated. At this time, his scouts finally returned and passed another message from his eldest son, Le Zheng Kai. After the investigation, it turned out it was only a false alarm. Yang Xin and Guo Quan only led 5,000 men and horses, bluffing and pretending to attack. A few days ago, he led the army to repulse them and let his Father focus on attacking Wei Shao.

Le Zheng Gong was stunned. He turned around and immediately ordered someone to summon Rong Yan. However, Rong Yan was no longer in the area.

Le Zheng Gong finally realized they had tricked him. He immediately ordered them to turn around and rush back to Muye. But it was too late.

Three days later, halfway to the Yellow River, he received the news that made his heart aching: on the first day of March, Wei Shao defeated Xing Xun in Muye.

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At the end of last year, when Xing Xun crossed the Yellow River to start the Northern Expedition, he led 500,000 men and horses. At the battle of Muye, those soldiers burned into ashes. When he fled back to Luoyang, the remnants of his army were less than 100,000. The rest of his men either died, wounded, scattered, or surrendered.

Wei Shao had won. Not only did he win against Emperor Of Jiang, but he also won against Le Zheng Gong.

Le Zheng Gong sat on the back of a yellow horse, with his eyes wide open, looking at Muye in the north of the Yellow River without uttering a word for a long time. It was as if he had frozen into a stone statue.

His son, Le Zheng Jun, and a group of generals knelt before his horse, anxious.

Le Zheng Jun had never seen such a strange expression on his Father’s face. He seemed to be sad, angry, crying, and laughing. In the past, even if he had suffered a great defeat, he never became like this, terrifying.

“Father…” He called out hesitantly.

Le Zheng Gong finally came back to his senses. He withdrew his gaze.

“Return to Hanzhong.” He gave an order calmly. Then he turned his horse’s head and slowly let it go towards the front. After walking out a few steps, he vomited a mouthful of blood, fell from the horse, and fainted on the spot.

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Yuyang’s spring, the breeze was pleasant, the grass was long, and the birds were flying. Everything was thriving. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴøvᴇlFɪre.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Early in the morning, when the first sunrise shone into the window, a crisp crying sound of a baby falling to the ground, Xiao Qiao gave birth successfully.

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Last November, Wei Shao led troops to the Yellow River. Soon after Xiao Qiao’s fetus had stabilized, she returned to Yuyang safely.

During her pregnancy, she learned one after another about Wei Shao’s battle along the Yellow River. Mrs. Xu never hid anything because she was pregnant, whether the news was good or bad.

Since her man has fated to become extraordinary, she should be ready to bear the consequences, good or bad, as his wife. Although Mrs. Xu had not said so to her, Xiao Qiao understood this.

It should be the wisdom the old madam gained from her half-life experience. For this, Xiao Qiao was also grateful. Because she also wanted to know.

With the child in her womb, she felt like she accompanied Wei Shao through this long war together. From the disadvantage at the beginning and then turning the tables, finally, the soldiers will reach Luoyang.

After conquering Luoyang, Wei Shao will be able to return home. When he returns, their daughter will welcome him.

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Mrs. Xu carefully took the tiny soft body wrapped in swaddling clothes from the midwife’s hands. She gazed longingly at the baby’s face.

Although she had just come out from her mother’s body, she already had long eyelashes, dark hair, and skin that glowed under the sunlight.

“What a lovely, beautiful child!” Mrs. Xu hugged her and whispered joyfully.

“In the ancient Huo Mountain lived a spiritual beast named Fei Fei. If we raise it, it can eliminate grief. This child will be called Fei Fei.” Mrs. Xu smiled at Xiao Qiao and said.

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