I am the villain in the book

After breakfast, Su Qi arrived.

Yesterday, Yun'an Temple had such a big commotion, and Yang Liushi was injured because of it, so he definitely had to come and ask about the situation.

“Young Master, I originally wanted to come over last night, but I heard that the Madam was injured, so I didn't come to disturb you.”

Inside a certain guest room, Su Qi and Wei Changtian sat facing each other, his tone fairly sincere: “I wonder what happened at Yun'an Temple? Is the Madam's injury serious?”

“The matter of Yun'an Temple has nothing to do with you, you just need to have people watch that area and don't let any irrelevant people in.”

Wei Changtian took a sip of tea and casually replied: “Liushi's injury is fine, thank you for your concern.”

“It's good that the Madam is alright.”

Su Qi nodded, didn't pursue the matter of Yun'an Temple, but hesitated for a moment before continuing:

“Young Master, will the army still depart today according to the original time?”

“Or should we wait until the Madam has recovered from her injuries?”

“No need to wait, just break camp according to the plan.”

Wei Changtian looked at the copper clepsydra in the corner: “There are still two hours, please go to the army and keep an eye on things, to ensure that nothing goes wrong when the time comes.”

“...Yes.”

With a slightly surprised expression, Su Qi could hear that Wei Changtian was trying to get rid of him.

After all, such an important matter must have been arranged long ago, there was no need for him to keep an eye on it now.

Although he was puzzled, Su Qi didn't say much, responded, and then took his leave.

And not long after he left, an old man with white hair in plain clothes walked out from the inner room of the guest room, and sat down opposite Wei Changtian with a complex expression.

“Unless that Jing Guoqing dies in front of me, otherwise there's no discussion.”

“Alas, Young Master Wei, why do you have to do this...”

Obviously, the white-haired old man should have been sent by Jing Guoqing to make one last attempt at negotiation with Wei Changtian.

Hearing that Wei Changtian's attitude was so firm, he didn't show any anger, just shook his head with a wry smile:

“This battle is of no benefit to either the Young Master or His Majesty. If the Young Master is only seeking revenge for the previous Great Qian's military expedition to the West, then His Majesty can definitely give a satisfactory explanation.”

“Even ceding a few prefectures is not impossible.”

“Young Master Wei, let me say a few heartfelt words.”

“His Majesty doesn't really have no way to deal with you, and Great Qian still has the strength to fight.”

“And those two hundred thousand surrendered soldiers, when they really reach the foot of the capital, does the Young Master think they will still risk their lives for Su Qi?”

“Young Master, these words of mine have nothing to do with my position, I really feel that this battle is unnecessary.”

“Rather than ending up with mutual destruction, it's better to take a step back, wouldn't that be a win-win situation?”

“...”

It could be heard that the persuader sent by Jing Guoqing this time was very skilled.

But Wei Changtian was well aware of what he said.

“Lord Zhang, why should I seek a win-win situation with the enemy?”

His expression unchanged, Wei Changtian picked up his teacup and took a sip: “In my world, there is only you die or I live, you live or I die.”

“Enemy... Between countries, where are there eternal enemies?”

The white-haired old man refilled Wei Changtian's tea: “Young Master, everyone knows who has the final say in Great Shu, Great Ning, and Xin Feng.”

“You must know that your every decision not only concerns yourself, but also affects the Wei family, as well as the fate of Ning, Shu, and Feng.”

“You should think about these people...”

Having said this, the white-haired old man expressed a hint of threat for the first time.

Yes, we have no way to deal with you, Wei Changtian.

But what about your relatives and friends? What about the people of Ning, Shu, and Feng?

If it really comes to a point of mutual destruction, everyone will resort to any means, and no one will have a good time.

“Heh heh, Lord Zhang, I'm the least afraid of being threatened.”

With a sneer, Wei Changtian's attitude at this time was exactly the same as when he faced the golden hairpin that Guankong threw in.

“In short, I still have the same words, unless that Jing Guoqing dies in front of me, otherwise there is no discussion.”

“You don't think I can win?”

“Then let's see if I can win.”

“...”

The last sentence fell heavily, Wei Changtian closed his eyes and stopped looking at the white-haired old man.

And the latter didn't try to persuade him any further, just looked at him deeply again, and then got up and cupped his hands.

“Young Master Wei, since that's the case, then I'll take my leave.”

“Mm, don't bother sending me off.”

“Alas...”

Shaking his head, the white-haired old man slowly walked out of the guest room, and soon left the inn by carriage.

He knew very well that this battle was inevitable, so he had to rush back to the capital immediately and report the matter truthfully to Jing Guoqing.

In fact, the white-haired old man never had too many expectations for this trip.

He understood that with Wei Changtian's personality, now that he had already reached this point, he would never give up.

Da Hui was a very good example.

But the white-haired old man couldn't understand why Wei Changtian wasn't afraid at all that Great Qian would retaliate against his family.

Was he pretending?

Or was he prepared?

But as the saying goes, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. How could one have such confidence in this kind of thing?

The white-haired old man couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

At this time, the carriage had already left the North City Gate. He turned his head to look out, and as far as his eyes could see, there were black-armored Tiangou troops ready to go.

The stern and terrifying Tiangou flags stood in the army, swaying slightly in the warm and bright sunlight, in stark contrast to the Linchuan City of a year ago and the present moment.

Alas.

In this era of great contention, no one will be soft-hearted.

Two hours later, Guanyue Inn.

“Rumble”

Outside the city, the mighty “Rebel Army” had already set off to the west, and began to advance towards the capital of Great Qian under the watchful eyes of countless forces, both openly and secretly.

Outside the inn, there were several carriages parked, and at this moment, a waiter was moving luggage onto the carriages box by box.

Soon, all the luggage was loaded, and Zhang San ran to Wei Changtian and asked:

“Young Master, everything is packed, are we leaving now?”

“Mm, let's go.”

Wei Changtian looked at the sun overhead and nodded slightly.

Before long, Yang Liushi, Li Zimu, Xu Quan, Zhili, and the four experts from the Jiuzhen Sect had all boarded the carriage, only Wei Changtian was still standing in place, wondering what he was thinking.

“Young Master, what's wrong?”

Zhang San approached again, asking in confusion: “Do you still have something to do?”

“It's nothing, Zhang San, go find a good horse.”

Wei Changtian suddenly smiled and ordered: “Such a good day, it's a pity to sit in a carriage, I'll ride a horse for a while.”

“Yes, this servant will go find a horse.”

Although Zhang San didn't know why Wei Changtian insisted on riding a horse instead of sitting in a carriage, he immediately ran away and quickly led a steed back.

This was the innkeeper's horse, pure white, although it certainly couldn't compare to a war horse in terms of running, it was still considered a good horse.

“Young Master, do you think this horse is okay?”

“Yes, it's pretty good.”

Wei Changtian took the reins and jumped on the horse, then spurred the horse on, laughing loudly as he galloped away.

“Hahaha, I'll take a step ahead! You don't have to worry about me!”

“Uh...”

Zhang San didn't expect Wei Changtian to leave as soon as he said he would, and was stunned in place for a moment.

Including Yang Liushi and others, they all leaned out of the car windows at this time, staring blankly at the galloping figure in front of them, their expressions extremely surprised.

But as they watched, they felt that this scene had a sense of inexplicable harmony.

Clearly, he was going to war, but Wei Changtian had managed to ride the horse in a triumphant return...

The golden sun hangs high in the sky, its path is bright.

The hidden dragon leaps and bounds, its scales and claws flying.

A black robe and a white horse ride the wind, the sword shines on the drooping willows on a long summer day.

It can be said that no matter what the road ahead is like, youth is unrestrained.

(Volume 9, End)