The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 222 I met your father
Lifeless puppets, relying solely on their past fighting habits, become cold weapons, quietly awaiting the call to slaughter once more.

The war ghost walking at the front paused slightly as it passed the Zhenbei Marquis's residence.

"Triumphant return...war victorious...Tang'er..."

A hoarse voice, like corroded rust, was squeezed out with difficulty from his throat.

Ye Jinchen stood atop the palace wall, coldly scrutinizing the returning war ghosts.

He heard sobbing coming from the tightly closed room from the women inside.

Their husbands, fathers, and brothers were turned into war ghosts; they were still walking and fighting, but their souls had already passed away.

Rushing out to claim kinship will only result in them treating you as an obstacle and mercilessly killing you.

The War Ghost is a secret of the imperial family, known only to successive crown princes. Even Ye Jinchen is hearing about it for the first time.

Upon seeing a familiar figure, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The middle-aged man, who bore a striking resemblance to Sheng Yukun, was wearing the same battle robes as Sheng Yukun. He paused for a moment in front of the Marquis's residence. Even though it was his first time seeing him, he was very certain...

That's Sheng Yuting!
He clenched his fists, used his lightness skill to leap down the high wall, and ran towards the Zhenbei Marquis's residence.

Sheng Yunqing sat leisurely in front of the courtyard, watching the melting snow on the eaves, resting his chin on one hand, his posture exuding a touch of laziness.

Seeing Ye Jinchen rushing over, she smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect the Emperor to have such a powerful secret weapon. Now the Western Shu troops should not dare to invade again."

Ye Jinchen strode up to her and said, "Qing'er, I have seen... your father."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yunqing's smile slowly faded, a vague sense of unease creeping into her heart. She frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

"Your father, Sheng Yuting, the former Marquis of Zhenbei, had his physical body transformed into a war ghost."

Sheng Yunqing's heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes turned red, and she ran away as if fleeing.

Ye Jinchen put his arm around her from behind and said, "Don't be impulsive. There are hundreds of war ghosts outside. They are all ruthless walking corpses that kill without blinking an eye. Mystic arts and witchcraft have no effect on them. Going there will only be a pointless death!"

Sheng Yunqing gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse with sobs: "But it's my father!"

Ye Jinchen frowned and said, "Don't rush. The War Ghost won't harm the royal bloodline. After nightfall, I'll lure him to an open area, and then we'll think of something, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yunqing slowly calmed down, and a glint of light flashed from the jade hairpin in her hair.

"Qing'er, actually... there's no need to be so agitated." From within the hairpin, the voice of Sheng Yuting's soul sounded like a sigh, "Father is content just to be with you and Hua'er. Father never imagined he could regain his physical body. Now that his body has become a war ghost, able to serve the country, Father feels very proud..."

"What are you saying!" Sheng Yunqing took off her hairpin, pressed it against her heart, and cried, "I want to feel your warmth, I want to hold you, I want you to live, Father, I must save you!"

It was three-quarters past midnight outside the imperial city.

Not far away lay the bodies of many soldiers; the enemy had just been repelled, and no one had had time to deal with them yet.

The full moon hangs high, and the howling of wolves is chilling.

Ye Jinchen stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the wasteland.

In the distance, the sound of armor rubbing against each other, accompanied by heavy footsteps, slowly approached, and the moonlight outlined Sheng Yuting's imposing figure.

“Father…” Sheng Yunqing, standing beside Ye Jinchen, brightened up and frowned as she looked at the approaching War Ghost. Sheng Yuting’s pale face, ashen as death, was bloodless, yet one could still vaguely discern his former self, his pupils glowing with a murderous red light.

Sheng Yunqing stepped forward, trembling. The war demon sensed the presence of a living person and immediately drew his long sword, which he was holding tightly, and pressed it against her throat.

Ye Jinchen swung his sword to block the rusty longsword, sparks flying from the friction.

Sheng Yunqing cut his palm and wrote a talisman on Sheng Yuting's forehead, but he still did not react.

Ye Jinchen's eyes were dark as he said, "Qing'er, are you confused? Have you forgotten how a mere hundred or so War Ghosts managed to repel tens of thousands of Western Shu troops?"

"If there's no other way... just look at him from afar. Once you've seen enough, I'll take him back."

"But..." Sheng Yunqing gritted her teeth unwillingly, pulled the jade hairpin from her hair, and said, "Father, your body is right in front of me, please go back, okay? Qing'er begs you..."

The jade hairpin shimmered with light. Sheng Yuting sighed helplessly and said, "Qing'er, I can't move at all..."

Sheng Yuting's ears twitched slightly as he slowly withdrew his sword. Suddenly, he flashed and was about to bypass Ye Jinchen and attack Sheng Yunqing.

The long sword whistled through the desolate night sky.

"careful!"

Ye Jinchen frowned alertly, turned around, and once again blocked Sheng Yuting's sword, saying, "As expected of the Marquis of Zhenbei, a hero of yesteryear, your speed has not slowed down even for a moment due to your stiffened body..."

"Father!" Sheng Yunqing cried, tears welling in her eyes, stamping her feet in desperation. "How can I save you?!"

Ye Jinchen shielded her behind him and said, "He doesn't recognize you at all."

The War Demon raised his sword again and swung it towards Ye Jinchen.

"Ye Jinchen!" Sheng Yunqing exclaimed in surprise.

Ye Jinchen stared at Zhan Gui, but Zhan Gui suddenly stopped three inches from his throat, his hand gripping the sword hilt trembling.

Sensing the surrounding howling sounds cease, Ye Jinchen narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Don't worry, the War Ghost won't harm the royal bloodline."

As he finished speaking, he took the opportunity to pull Sheng Yunqing back and said, "The purpose of the War Ghost is only killing, but... I saw him on the city wall at dusk, he stood in front of the Marquis's mansion for a moment."

A sudden pang struck Sheng Yunqing's heart. She opened her eyes wide and stared at Ye Jinchen's retreating figure, saying, "So, Father still has some consciousness?"

"Father! Look at me! I am your daughter!" Sheng Yunqing raised her voice, trying to call out to him.

The war demon paused slightly, tilting its head as if a voice was echoing within it, causing it to react somewhat, and its scarlet pupils dimmed slightly.

"Qing'er! Step back!"

A familiar voice pierced the sky, and Sheng Yunqing's eyes lit up: "Master..."

Master Yun Sheng, with his refined and dignified bearing, arrived under the moonlight, his silvery threads of dust entangling the war demon's wrist.

"Master! Please save my father!" Sheng Yunqing looked at Daoist Yunsheng, tears streaming down her face. She reached out and grabbed Daoist Yunsheng's robe, saying, "If it's Master, there must be a way!"

"Elder sister! Father!"

Sheng Yunqing turned her head and saw Sheng Jinhua and Sheng Xiao running towards her.

"The War Demon has been weathered for years, and its body has long since dried up. With the introduction of the blood of the three sons of the Sheng family, coupled with the purple aura of the royal family, it will have a chance to survive!"