King of Hundred Victories Saber

She said softly, ”Great Khan, there is something you may not know. Jealousy is only human nature. But we also know full well that if we wives start fighting and vying for favor, it will surely lead to the Heroic Sakura Association falling apart, and in the end it will only benefit the enemy and harm ourselves. We cannot ruin great affairs for our own selfish desires. The road of the Jianghu is fraught with perils to begin with; only by working together with one heart can we accomplish great undertakings.”

Her voice was gentle yet resolute, carrying a bearing of deep understanding of the greater good, speaking of the responsibility borne by men and women of the Jianghu.

Upon hearing this, Dangxin could not help but praise, ”Madam, you truly are an elite of the Martial Arts world trained by the Divine Water Palace—a heroine among women, far-sighted in plotting, and broad in vision. That the Divine Water Palace can cultivate a person such as you is truly a blessing for the Jianghu.”

His words were filled with admiration and praise.

Gong Simeng’s pretty face flushed, like peach blossoms blooming in spring, tender and dewy.

She said modestly, ”Great Khan flatters me. All of this comes from Madam Shi, our eldest sister, Lin Wanqing—the former Young Master of Changsheng Castle—who taught us these principles. She is the true heroine among women, a woman of steel. Only under her guidance did we come to understand the stakes involved.”

Everyone present, hearing this, nodded in agreement, all lavishly praising Lin Wanqing as sensible and clear on the greater good.

At this moment, Vermilion Bird, which had been quietly waiting in a corner all along, seemed to feel this joyous atmosphere as well. It gently flapped its wings, making a soft ”pupu” sound, happily congratulating Shi Feiyang and Princess Gugela on their union.

Within the Royal Palace, an air of harmony spread. The war’s gloom that had hung like a dark haze before now melted away completely, like accumulated snow under the warm sun of spring. Great Khan Lindan Dangxin’s gaze was bright as torches, like the brightest star in the night sky, sharply seizing upon this perfect opportunity.

His voice boomed like a great bell, resonant and powerful, like grand bronze chimes, echoing through the Royal Palace: ”There is no better day than today. On such a great and joyful occasion, it is most fitting to have my little girl and Hero Shi joined in matrimony. First, to celebrate Hero Shi and the valiant men of the Heroic Sakura Association, whose brilliant stratagems and extraordinary wisdom successfully repelled the allied armies of the Ordos Tribe and the Kerchin Tribe, preserving the peace of our Lindan Tribe; second, to use this fine union to forge profound friendship between our Lindan Tribe and the Heroic Sakura Association, so that we may join hands and create glory together.”

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a boulder thrown into a calm, mirror-like lake, instantly stirring up waves a thousand layers high.

The assembled generals and soldiers were stunned for a moment, then burst into cheers of jubilation.

Their cheers were deafening, as though they would pierce the clouds and make heaven and earth tremble.

They crowded around Shi Feiyang and Gugela, their faces beaming with joy and blessings, their smiles like the riotous blossoms of spring, dazzling and brilliant. The fervor of the crowd was like a raging fire, blazing hot and intense, warming the entire Royal Palace until it felt toasty, all the chill in the world driven away by this fervent joy. Though the night sky before dawn was still deep and inky, like an endless dark ocean, the capital of the Lindan Tribe was bright as midday, ablaze with lights.

Streets and alleys were adorned with lanterns and streamers; red lanterns hung high, one after another, like ripe persimmons swaying gently in the breeze, casting halos of festive light. Those halos were soft and warm, like a mother’s embrace, enveloping the entire capital.

The cooks were all busy beyond measure. They rolled up their sleeves, revealing sturdy arms, and the kitchen knives in their hands flew up and down on the chopping boards like nimble butterflies, deftly slaughtering cattle and sheep.

The air was thick with the rich scent of meat, mingled with the mellow aroma of wine. The fragrance wafted to one’s nose, enough to make a person drunk by smell alone. In the kitchen, fires roared in the stoves like dancing sprites; large and small pots billowed with steam as they were carefully prepared for the grand banquet soon to come.

The broth in the pots rolled and bubbled, making ”gulu gulu” sounds, as if merrily voicing its joy.

The entire capital was immersed in jubilation; laughter and merry voices rang everywhere, and happiness bloomed on everyone’s face.

Princess Gugela’s boudoir was spacious and splendid, arranged with a warm and elegant touch.

Stepping inside felt like entering a dreamlike world.

Red candles flickered within the room, their soft light spilling over the surroundings, dyeing the entire room a festive crimson and adding even more to the romantic atmosphere. The glow of those candles was like the shy blush of a maiden, gently caressing every corner.

Princess Gugela and Shi Feiyang sat side by side on the edge of the bed. Her figure was graceful, like a tender, dewy blossom, and in this joyful atmosphere she appeared all the more beautiful and captivating.

At this moment, her heart was full of joy, tinged with shyness; a rosy flush quietly climbed her cheeks, like peach blossoms in full spring bloom.

She leaned lightly into Shi Feiyang’s arms, like a little bird returning to its nest, having found a warm harbor.

Tears of excitement still poured down like a string of broken pearls.

In the candlelight, those tears shimmered with a crystalline radiance, just like her emotions at this moment—complex yet happy—filled with longing for the future and moved by the happiness of the present.

Shi Feiyang’s face was all tenderness, his eyes brimming with love, a gaze that could melt a person.

He reached out; his hand was broad and warm as he gently wiped the tears from the corners of Princess Gugela’s eyes, his voice soft yet firm as he comforted her, ”Princess, do not weep anymore. Once I have quelled the Bozhou rebellion, I will often return to these vast grasslands to stay by your side for a long, long time. From then on, no matter what storms may come, I will not let you suffer the slightest grievance. I am willing to use my body as your shield, to shelter you from wind and rain, and guard you, safe and whole, for a lifetime.” His words, like a spring breeze upon the face, carried a gentle warmth that filled Princess Gugela’s heart with a mellow glow, like the sunshine of spring spilling across her soul.