I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 548 Dongjun's Scarlet Smoke Relieves Heartache

At this moment, Su Ye stood alone outside Tianqian Pass. Guo Jia and Xun You beside him had gone down to take charge of the overall situation, and the situation at Tianqian Pass gradually stabilized under their control.

However, Su Ye did not feel any relief, and his gaze remained silently fixed on the ground below.

He watched as these innocent Yellow Turban soldiers, defeated and routed, were about to be massacred on this land because of his insignificant order.

My heart was filled with mixed feelings, including the joy of victory, as well as helplessness and sorrow over this pointless sacrifice.

Just then, a light footstep sounded behind him, like the gentlest melody in the night sky, interrupting his thoughts.

Su Ye did not turn around, but he knew who it was.

Dongjun Feiyan of the Yin-Yang School, a woman with a cold yet beautiful face, slowly approached him like the brightest star in the night sky.

She wore a dark blue long dress, 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 low, adorned with an antique hairpin and dark blue gemstone jewelry, which shimmered with a deep light in the night, adding to her extraordinary temperament.

Throughout this period of fighting, Su Ye has mostly been accompanied by herself, the members of the Yin Yang Clan, and Zhu Que, who have been by her side as her bodyguards.

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

Feiyan noticed that Su Ye was in a bad mood. She quietly walked to his side without saying a word, simply keeping him company and offering him silent support and comfort with her presence.

The two were so close they could feel each other's breath. Her gaze fell gently on Su Ye's face, as if she wanted to dispel all his worries.

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

Under the moonlight, Dongjun's skin appeared as delicate as white jade, and his deep eyes sparkled like stars.

"Feiyan, look at these innocent lives. Just because of my order, they are about to perish here."

"When did I start to treat human life like dirt?"

Su Ye twitched the corner of his mouth, his face expressionless.

Upon hearing this, Fei Yan gently reached out and grasped 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 supremacy is never child's play."

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

"Different stances, not right or wrong!"

Fei Yan smiled slightly and looked at Su Ye, speaking softly.

"Moreover, these Yellow Turban rebels chose this path of no return from the very beginning, and their fate was already sealed."

"Everything the Yellow Turban Army did, even the meaning of their existence, was nothing more than serving as the vanguard 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, Fei Yan gently approached Su Ye, her dark blue dress swaying in the wind, blending into the night, like an elf in the darkness.

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

"Your Highness, are you grieving for the loss of these lives?"

"But please remember that yin and yang give rise to each other, all things are in a cycle, and life and death are the ultimate truths of the universe."

Su Ye felt the warmth from Fei Yan's fingertips, as if a warm current flowed into his heart, slightly easing his mood.

He turned to look at Fei Yan, his deep eyes flashing with a complex light.

"Your Highness, you need not worry about this. In this chaotic world, everyone has their own destiny and fate."

"As a regional lord, Your Highness makes every decision for a greater purpose. Since these Yellow Turban rebels have chosen this path, their fate is sealed."

Feiyan turned her head gently, her long hair swaying in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance, her voice gentle and comforting.

"Your Highness, all things in the world follow the principles of Yin and Yang, and the cycle of life and death is a natural law."

"Your compassion is a virtue, but please remember that the philosophy of Yin and Yang is about balance and harmony, and sometimes, sacrifice is unavoidable."

Fei Yan's voice was like a clear mountain spring, clear yet with a subtle depth, attempting to soothe the turmoil in Su Ye's heart.

Just then, a steady and powerful footstep sounded behind them, interrupting Su Ye and Fei Yan's conversation.

The footsteps were steady, yet tinged with weariness and anxiety.

Su Ye and Fei Yan turned their heads at the same time and saw Princess Si Luoying, dressed in military attire, slowly approaching.

Si Luoying was dressed in silver armor and a crimson battle robe, looking heroic and exuding an extraordinary air of valor.

However, her eyes betrayed her recent worries and unease.

During this period, the situation of the Great Qian Dynasty was like a candle flickering in a storm, teetering on the brink of collapse. The sudden death of her father made her even more unsettled, and the burden on her shoulders seemed to have become a thousand pounds heavier overnight.

Under the moonlight, her figure appeared exceptionally lonely yet resilient, as if bearing the weight of the entire world, each step she took carrying an endless burden.

Upon seeing Si Luoying's arrival, Su Ye and Fei Yan were slightly surprised. A complex emotion flashed in their eyes, a mixture of surprise and understanding.

However, they quickly regained their composure and exchanged their feelings with a tacit understanding in their eyes, a tacit understanding that required no words.

Si Luoying walked to their side, her gaze shifting between the two, seemingly sensing the subtle atmosphere between them.

"It seems I've arrived at the wrong time, disturbing your enjoyment."

She smiled gently, trying to ease the slightly heavy atmosphere with a light tone.

His voice carried a hint of teasing, yet also revealed a touch of weariness and helplessness—a profound feeling that only those who have weathered storms can truly understand.

"Luo Ying, it's never too late for you to come."

"We were just chatting casually; there was nothing particularly interesting about it."

Upon hearing this, Su Ye smiled gently. He took Si Luoying's hand in his. Although her hands were slightly rough from long battles, they were still warm and strong.

Feiyan chuckled softly, her gaze shifting between Su Ye and Si Luoying, carrying a hint of teasing and blessing.

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

Her voice was soft and warm, like a spring breeze, making people feel good.