Chapter 1454 - 351: Setting Sail

Chapter 1454: Chapter 351: Setting Sail

"We finally arrived."

Siniang sat on horseback, took down the water pouch, and took a sip.

Today, she wore a red cloak. Although she rode swiftly from Snow Sea Pass to this place, which was indeed exhausting, her body showed no signs of weariness upon arrival.

After all, she had been an accountant for so long, and finally got a chance to take a ride, a way to stretch her muscles.

The Sword Saint remained sitting upright, his gaze carrying a touch of profundity.

"Lord Sword Saint, are you concerned about the people downstream of Wang River?"

The Sword Saint shook his head and said, "I am no longer concerned."

While a great hero fights for the country and the people;

at this moment, he feels nothing towards them.

Ultimately,

in the vast Jiangshan, and the lofty court,

the street,

is too low.

"I won’t say that some die to save more and to quickly end this war. It’s all nonsense; Heaven and Earth are indifferent, treating all beings like straw dogs;

The Emperor issued a decree,

Mobilizing the entire nation to attack Chu State,

From the Yan region to the eastern Jin, the laborers marching now are countless!

In the end,

You,

My lord,

Even Prince Jingnan,

In the face of such a great trend, nothing can be prevented.

Even the Yan Emperor, whose health is poor, is forced to initiate certain matters that should have been postponed for his life and posthumous affairs.

Everyone has their own hardships, everyone has their limitations;

Fortunately,

At least my lord and you,

The great trend of the world cannot be controlled for now,

But at least you have the power to ensure the safety of the military and civilians at Snow Sea Pass.

Before us,

What we can see, what we can touch, what we can protect, that’s already good enough.

There’s a saying that goes, ’Sweep the snow from your own front door and ignore others’ frost on their tiles.’

This saying seems like sarcasm, but it also holds some truth."

"Then what of those who sacrifice themselves for righteousness? Are they not all fools?" the Sword Saint asked.

Siniang laughed,

and said:

"Is the nation even there?"

The Sword Saint was silent.

Though he was called the Jin Sword Saint;

But,

Jin State was not actually destroyed by the Yan people; a hundred years before that, Jin State was practically dead in name.

Meng Shou said in Jin Dynasty History: The Three Families divided Jin.

Since then, the Situ Family, the Helian Family, and the Wenren Family had divided the fate of the nation.

If not for Chu’s continuous expansion to the south and the Yan State eyeing them to the west, the three families would have proclaimed Emperor much earlier.

The nation had long been gone. Sacrifice for righteousness, for whom?

If the nation had just fallen, it would be nothing, stepping on the embers—if one could struggle a bit, even if failing to save the day, if one’s life ends in destruction, one could at least have done so boldly and ecstatically.

Yet precisely, the real Jin State had long been reduced to a mere fa?ade.

As a member of the Yu family, the Sword Saint lacked any awareness of royalty, showing the degree of Jin Dynasty’s decline.

Moreover, as a part of Zhuxia under Yan, the Marquis of Yan and Lord Jin were both Xia’s vassals, so replacing Jin with Yan was not far off from a change of dynasties.

Ultimately, it’s still the same lineage.

If the wild people now controlled the land of Three Jin,

Then by any means necessary, it must be fought thoroughly.

Even if the Three Jin land was the wild people’s homeland centuries ago,

But,

Swords have two sides,

And people have double standards.

Siniang took a preserved plum from her pocket, put it in her mouth,

and said:

"Speaking of this, it isn’t to shirk responsibility; indeed, this matter was mishandled. The people downstream swept by the flood died unjustly, and those displaced by the flood were also wronged.

Yet there are many injustices and wronged people in this world.

When the sky above us changes its color, we can only deploy our umbrellas in advance.

I know my lord, my lord certainly doesn’t wish for this."

"Did Mr. Feng say so much just to console me?"

"What else?"

"Actually, there’s no need for that. The one who holds the sword only trusts the three feet of steel in hand, neither trusting the heavens nor the path.

Zheng Fan once said to me,

That in the future,

The larger his territory, the more he will protect it;

The more people under his rule, the more he will safeguard them;

So, I am willing to help him, if in this world, only the fortunate ones can live in peace, then I hope to see more of such people.

As for any more reasons, I don’t want to hear them, don’t want to think about them — reasons are, at the end of the day, merely to make oneself feel a little more comfortable."

"You see clearly," Siniang said.

There was something else she didn’t say,

Since the Sword Saint joined my lord,

The sword,

Has become increasingly smooth.

No, it’s not smooth, but more worldly; worldly seems improper, so using a blind man’s common phrase, becoming more down-to-earth.

Being called a saint, standing on a high platform, is both cold and heavy; upon descending, the sword is more graceful.

Ahead,

A majestic figure appeared,

Specifically speaking, the majestic one is the mount, after all, the physique of a Pixiu truly cannot be compared with ordinary warhorses.

"See, my lord has come to take you."

The Sword Saint shook his head,

and said:

"The lord is here for you."

To Lord Zheng, it’s about receiving both.

One is his legitimate wife;

The other is his neighbor;

Previously, during tough battles in the eastern Jin, he had thought about Siniang quite a bit, and next, entering Chu without Siniang by his side would be unsuitable;

As for the Sword Saint,

From the day he left the camp to return home, Lord Zheng had kept thinking about him.

Though on the battlefield, even if the Sword Saint’s role may not be significant, he can at least afford Lord Zheng some reprieve from unforeseen incidents and devious tactics.