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All Hail Cousin Brother

Yu Youyao had a nightmare. In her dream, she was married to the Marquis’ son, Song Mingzhao, and had become a mere medicine-human for her third sister, Yu Jianjia. After having blood extracted from her heart for three years, Yu Youyao’s life was nearing its end, so her wrist was slit and she died just like that. Upon waking up, her heart thumped wildly and she decided to choose the first man she saw to escape that tragic fate. Thus, she clung onto the leg of her maternal cousin who had come all the way from the You Kingdom. “Cousin, I’ll be good to you for the rest of my life.” Zhou Linghuai looked at the girl nestled in his arms. She had a lovely face and puppy eyes. Despite his usual ruthlessness, he suddenly found himself unable to reject her. And so, he became Yu Youyao’s protector, helping her to take revenge on those who bullied her, fend off the schemes of others, and reject all of her suitors. He even helped her attain glory and magnificence. Once Yu Youyao reached adulthood, events started to progress according to her dream. The Marquis’s son, Song Mingzhao, had indeed come to request for her hand in marriage. However, Zhou Linghuai pressed Yu Youyao against the wall and said in a low voice, “You’re mine. You can’t marry anyone else!”

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Great Grace

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

These old soldiers had also endured it like this.

However, they did not tell these young soldiers that many of them would be buried in other places and would never have a chance to reunite with their families.

A young soldier choked and asked, "Can I live until the day the war is settled?"

The camp suddenly fell silent—

In the silent night, there was only the sound of bonfires.

No one answered the question.

Because no one knew how to answer.

Even they did not know if they could live to that day. Perhaps this farewell would forever separate them from their families.

There were soft whimpers from the camp.

"Yes, I'll bring you back alive to reunite with your families." In the silent and sad atmosphere, a clear and indifferent voice suddenly sounded. It echoed with the silver light of the moon, as cold as the moon.

The soldiers looked up at the source of the sound—