The Legend Of Zhishu
Chapter 38: The War...

The Legend of Zhishu.

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Imperial Border.

The two camps have faced each other, heavy and light weapons are ready to be used...

Zhishu, who was disguised as his father, looked at Emperor Wei across the street with a sinister look. In Zhishu's heart, he was already determined to bring the head of Emperor Wei to his Father.

A SREEENGGG!

"Living for YenUtara...'' Zhishu shouted in a baritone voice like Emperor Feng, with all his soldiers shouting out the spirit to attack.

"Life of the Mulia Emperor ... Life YangMulia Emperor ... Long live the Mulia Emperor."

The soldiers including Hongli shouted while raising their respective swords. While Emperor Wei and his subordinates only chuckled, His soldiers were more than the soldiers from YenUtara.

''Look at him being so arrogant YangMulia, he thinks his Empire is still as strong as it used to be."

''Shit! Look, this time I'm gonna beat him."

A SREEENGGG!

"Groan ...'' Shouted Emperor Wei.

The trumpet sounded.

The war began, the war was visible where it involved thousands of people ... Hongli was in charge of guarding the defensive fort so as not to be penetrated by the enemy. A battle of strategy, gunfights and close-quarters war ensued fiercely.

A SREENNG!

...SREEENGS!...

JLB!

Emperor Wei and Zhishu fought an ability in which both were so balanced with his strength, even Emperor Wei was increasingly ferocious at killing anyone who was in front of him.

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At the time when Zhishu and all the Imperial soldiers were fighting .. in the palace, the Empress and everyone were praying for victory to be theirs. Empress FuWei continued to kneel before the ancestral statue for the safety of her husband who was risking his life.

''Where is the cloth for his offering?'' Empress FuWei asked the lady.

''Forgive the noble servant Empress, the cloth was left behind in the Dragon residence. I'll get it right away.''

''Please slow down, YangMulia.'' The lady-in-waiting helped his Lord stand up.

Empress FuWei stood up and stepped towards her residence to pick up the offering cloth, but in the hallway she accidentally saw Mother Xio walking towards her.

''Brother, where are you going?'' Ask Empress FuWei.

Mother Xio smiled. ''I just visited our naughty boy's residence, but the guards said that Zhishu didn't want to be disturbed.''

Empress FuWei frowned. ''Why did he not want to be disturbed.''

''Haah .. he was only angry for a while because YangMulia Emperor did not allow himself to come to the battlefield. Oh yes, sister. Where are you going?'' Ask Mom Xio.

Empress FuWei smiled.

''I'll take the cloth for the offering, come with me. We will pray together for the safety of our husband.''

Mother Xio nodded. ''Okay, come on.''

The two walked together to the Dragon residence, then the Empress stepped up to pick up the cloth in the closet.

''Ahhkkk ... My husband!'' empress FuWei screamed, as she saw Emperor Feng curled stiffly inside the closet.

''YangMulia, what's wrong?''

Everyone approached the Empress and Sam was surprised to see the Emperor in the closet.

''Quickly call the healer!''

A servant rushed out to call the physician, while Empress FuWei and Mother Xio tried to carry Emperor Feng's body stiff as wood.

''What's wrong with you?'' Asked the worried Empress FuWei.

''This is all your daughter's behavior! He did it, and it made me hard!'' Grumpily Emperor Feng inwardly.

''Wait, if YangMulia Emperor is here ... then who goes to war?'' Ask the faithful Dayang Empress.

Mother Xio and Empress FuWei looked at each other and glared at their two eyes.

''Zhishuuuuu ...'' Shouted the two simultaneously, until it echoed in the palace.

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