78 Finally Mee (1/2)
The two days of awaiting the Tuhan's arrival passed by in a blink of an eye.
All this time, Rin had been preparing the soldiers and as of now all of the citizens of Guando were aware of their surrender. By now, Lixue and Wei Jingyi had long driven away from the city.
Rin's greatest worries at the moment, unfortunately, were if the Tuhan's commander was going to be accepting toward their surrender and the citizens. Based on the reports she received on him, he wasn't so forgiving and was quite ruthless.
But then again, most men in his position would be that way toward the opposing side. In war, there was no going easy. Only brute strength and tactics mattered in moments like these.
Therefore, Rin could merely rely on her abilities to persuade.
”Captain Bai!”
The sudden sound of a soldier's shouts echoed throughout the room's walls. Rin, clearing from her thoughts focuses her attention on the incoming soldier.
”The Tuhan…they're here!” He panted.
Composedly, sitting at her desk, Rin stands up from her seat. Despite the circumstances, not a trace of panic or worry could be seen on the young figure's face.
As she walked out of the room, her robes fluttered behind her in a graceful manner.
”Prepare me our tributes for the Tuhan's commander.” Rin's cool voice ordered.
”Yes, captain.”
Through the estate window, Rin could see the perfectly gray sky. Petals of snow gently fell from the sky and the land covered in blankets of white, glowing powder. The girl's eyes flashed dimly and silently stared up at the sky.
It was time to finally meet the Tuhan's commander.
…
Outside of the city walls, were ten-thousand men in armor, mounted on gallant strong horses.
In front of the large army was An Sun with silver armor, seated firmly on a black midnight horse.
Black satin hair cascaded down his broad shoulders and back – the silk hair waving through the arctic wind.
Concealing his deep, menacing gray eyes, was an iron mask - all that was seen was his strong narrow nose and thin red lips against his porcelain skin.
Mounted beside him was Manchu, his blue keen eyes gazing at the city's fortification with entertainment.
”I'm surprised. After their previous issue for surrender, I didn't think you'd accept. Do you think it's another trap of theirs?” Manchu lifted up his eyebrows and his eyes glanced over at An Sun's still and relaxed figure.
An Sun shifted his gaze slowly, as he looked at the playfully looking Manchu. In an instant, an unreadable yet chilling smile spread across his lips.
”I'd like to see them try. Besides, now that Tao Guozhi his dead, they won't have much spirit to fight.”
A cold, blood-thirsty expression converted on An Sun's handsome face. ”Although, if it's a trap I won't be hesitant to kill all of them.”
Manchu sighed as if expecting that answer from him.
Suddenly, the sound of a small door on the side of the city walls could be heard slowly opening.
”Hmm? Looks like someone's coming out.” Manchu smirked, his voice soothing.
An Sun, also taking note of the sound, turns to look in the direction of the wall. The sound of footsteps sounded through the air, their volume softening from the deep snow.
White robes fluttered as the figure walked, jade-like hands gently holding onto a golden chest.
Dark long hair framed their face after a gust of calm wind breezed through – a mole underneath their right eye was visible.
The figure's emerald eyes and dark silk lashes remained lowered as they stepped. Walking until they were nearly three feet apart from An Sun and his army, was none other than Rin.
An Sun, observing the figure quietly step forward, arched his black brow and couldn't stop his gray eyes from dimming. From the beginning, his deep, penetrating eyes watched Rin come forward, with arms crossed against his broad chest.
Once the figure stopped in their tracks, a gentle voice chimed through the air.