Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Chapter 156 Then I'll Retire from the Entertainment Industry and Marry You

Meanwhile, on that small hill in the distance that overlooks the battlefield.

King Kim Beopmin of Silla, along with his civil and military officials, generals, and Seok Wonhae, still in his military uniform, witnessed the entire process of how the Tang army breached the outer city with overwhelming force.

And how Cui Yuan led eight hundred cavalrymen like sharp knives into the east gate, how he killed Yuan Jingtu in battle, how he joined forces with Qibi Heli to break through the inner city, and how he defeated Quan Nanjian—

The fighting prowess of the Tang army, especially Choi Yeon's almost superhuman bravery, deeply shocked every Silla person.

Kim Beom-min's smile had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of apprehension and solemnity.

He gazed at the gradually dissipating smoke of Pyongyang for a long time before slowly exhaling a breath of stale air. His voice was low and carried a hint of barely perceptible coldness: "This boy—after this battle, his talent has been fully revealed. If he continues to stay in the Ungjin Governor's Office and take charge of military affairs, he will surely become a major threat to Silla in the future."

Standing beside him, Xi Yuanjie felt his heart clench as if gripped by an invisible hand upon hearing this almost undisguised fear and hostility.

She glanced at Kim Beom-min instinctively, a hint of nervousness in her eyes.

Kim Beom-min seemed to keenly sense her unusual behavior. He turned his head, his face regaining its gentle yet unfathomable smile, and said softly, "Yuan-hae, do you think—is there still a possibility of winning this person over and using him for our Silla?"

Xi Yuanjie opened his mouth, but when he felt the same encouragement and scheming from the Silla generals around him, his throat went dry and his heart turned cold.

How should she answer? How could she possibly answer?

Seeing her remain silent and struggle with her expression, Kim Beom-min's smile deepened, but his tone became even more earnest, as if he were pointing out a "wise path" for her and for Silla: "It's all up to people, please understand. I've observed that Commander Choi seems to treat you—quite differently."

"Since you two are about the same age and he is such a hero, why don't you find more opportunities to get to know him better? Young people always have things to talk about."

"Perhaps—in the future, out of consideration for you, he might have more goodwill and less hostility towards our Silla?"

This may not be a bad thing for the fate of our Silla Kingdom.

These words, seemingly suggestions, are in fact arrangements.

The heavy weight of national and familial interests was quietly placed on the budding feelings and innocent interactions of a young girl.

Xi Yuanjie's body trembled slightly. She looked at the undeniable depth in Jin Famin's eyes, and then swept her gaze over the bright, expectant eyes of the generals around her, as if an invisible net was tightening.

She knew she couldn't refute it, and she couldn't show any personal feelings at this moment.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of countless people, she could only slowly lower her head and reply in a voice barely audible:

"Your Majesty, I understand."

Liu Zhimin's consciousness struggled out from a cold battlefield filled with smoke and fire.

The echo of Kim Beop-min's words, "Man proposes, God disposes," still lingered in my ears in my dream, coiling around my nerves like a venomous snake.

She opened her eyes abruptly, only to be met with a patch of warm skin.

That was Cui Shi'an's chest, and near his ear, he could even faintly hear his steady and powerful heartbeat.

One sound after another, slowly piercing the chill of a fading dream.

She didn't move.

The body remained in the same sleeping position, with limbs wrapped around the person beneath it like vines.

She closed her eyes again, and could clearly feel the contours of Cui Shi'an's muscles on her cheeks, and his hand unconsciously resting on her waist.

This tactile sensation was so real, carrying a heartwarming warmth that completely dispelled the bloody smell of Pyongyang from my dream.

But is he Cui Yuan—or Cui Shi'an?

The thought suddenly popped into my head. I had just sworn before going to sleep that I "liked the current Cui Shi'an."

But Kim Beom-min's calculating smile and the greedy eyes of the surrounding Silla generals forcefully overlapped the shadows of the two time periods.

She recalled Cui Yuan's ruthless killing prowess, and the cold glint in his eyes as he hurled his short spear—

The person embracing her at that moment was breathing so peacefully.

Should we tell Kim Beop-min what he said in his dream?

But immediately, a resolute thought arose in her mind!

I can't say.

Those were all things of the past. Even though the romantic moments she had dreamed about before were all due to Xi Yuanjie's deliberate approach, at this moment, Liu Zhimin knew that her feelings were real!

Yes, just like he said, Xi Yuanjie is Xi Yuanjie, and Liu Zhimin is Liu Zhimin!

Thinking of this, she buried her face deeper into the crook of his neck, greedily absorbing that familiar scent and warmth.

Kim Beop-min's scheming, Silla's ambition, and those dirty political tricks —

She would never let them taint this moment, much less affect their relationship in this lifetime!

This man doesn't need to know how he was coveted or targeted in his past life.

This life's peace was bought with the man's life, so she has an obligation to protect this peace!

The arm around her waist seemed to tighten unconsciously, and Cui Shi'an uttered a muffled murmur in her sleep as warm lips brushed against her forehead.

Liu Zhimin stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed, like a cat that had finally found itself safe, letting itself curl up back in this exclusive haven.

The sunlight from outside had not yet penetrated the window; the only sound in the room was the interplay of their breathing.

So be it.

She closed her eyes, her fingertips secretly clenching the fabric of his back.

Those were just dreams after all.

She is Liu Zhimin, and her battlefield is on the stage, in the recording studio, and in the cheers of her fans.

The man in her arms was someone she had finally reunited with after a long and difficult time!

As for those whispers from a past life that were deliberately suppressed—

Let them suffocate forever in the darkness before dawn.

Perhaps the dream was too real, because Cui Shi'an slept for a long time, and could faintly hear a soft humming song in his ears.

He opened his eyes following the sound of the song and found Liu Zhimin still lying on top of him, his face turned to the side, pressed against his chest, idly scrolling through his phone while humming a song.

He only moved slightly, but the girl in his arms immediately sensed it.

She immediately looked up at him with a smile, her soft voice like heavenly music: "Awake?"

"Hmm—" Cui Shi'an nodded. He felt very tired, not knowing whether it was because he had fought a battle in his dream or because he had fought a battle with her before going to sleep.

Liu Zhimin propped herself up on her elbow and quickly touched his lips, her smile breathtaking: "Morning kiss~"

Cui Shi'an smiled and returned her question, "What time is it?"

It's ten o'clock.

"Oh my, it's so late?" Cui Shi'an glanced at her phone screen and asked in surprise, "Are you really not going to the company today? Where is everyone else?"

"Ningning and the others have already gone. I'll join them later."

"Kenchana? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You're sleeping so soundly, how could I bear to disturb you?"

She put down her phone, moved up a little, pressed her face against his chin, closed her eyes, and nuzzled him affectionately: "Besides, I've been a bit tired these past few days, and I want to sleep more~"

After saying that, she raised her head again, her eyes filled with a hint of reproach: "Did someone have a good time in the war? You're quite bold, daring to attack Pyongyang with only a few hundred men. Aren't you afraid of dying on the battlefield?"

Cui Shi'an laughed upon hearing this. He had indeed had a great time last night, especially the battle where he pinned down Yuan Jingtu; just thinking about it made him ecstatic.

People are excited.

Most importantly, he actually saw Li Ji in his dream, as well as many other well-known generals of the Tang Dynasty!

However, the Battle of Pyongyang was the final battle in which the Tang Dynasty destroyed Goguryeo. Since I was the first to breach the city and made a great contribution in this battle, why is my name not recorded in the history books?

Could it be that—some taboo was broken? And someone deliberately erased it from the history books?

Was it because he wanted to scheme against Silla?

So, he shouldn't tell Liu Zhimin about his final conversation with Li Ji. After all, given her past life's circumstances, it's easy for her to misunderstand that he deliberately tried to get close to her.

Although it has been agreed that the past life is the past life, being too calculating will inevitably cause resentment.

"What are you thinking about?"

Liu Zhimin poked his cheek with his finger and teased, "Haven't you had enough yet?"

Cui Shi'an shook his head, looking curiously at his girlfriend in his arms: "What about you? Did you dream of anything special?"

Liu Zhimin's eyes flickered for a fleeting moment before she buried her face even deeper into Cui Shi'an's neck, her voice muffled, carrying a barely perceptible tension and a deliberately softened coquettish tone: "It's just watching you fight and kill~"

After she finished speaking, she sat up again, pressing her heavy, loving eyes against his face, feigning displeasure: "Hey, if you're this reckless again, I'll suffocate you! What are you saying?"

Cui Shi'an's attention was indeed drawn, and he seized the opportunity to feast.

"Tch—" Liu Zhimin snorted softly, then obediently crawled down into his palm, pinching his ear and complaining coquettishly, "You come early and late, if this keeps up, I feel like I'm really going to become your wife soon."

Cui Shi'an peeked out with a smug smile through the gap: "What do you think your fans would do if they found out? Would they just unfollow you?"

Liu Zhimin was reaching for the corn, but his arms were too short. Hearing this, he huffed in a huff, "Then I'll just quit the entertainment industry and marry you, so countless people can curse you!"

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