(Duplicate chapter, I'll fix it later...
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Xia Huaimin watched Ma Xiaotao weave past the various Soul Tools and patrolling guards under the guidance of the Imperial Guard on city defense duty, and remembered the past.
A girl who smiled was never too unlucky.
Among the few memories Xia Huaimin had of the Princess Consort, her dignified face always wore a gentle, warm smile.
Whenever he saw that smile, even the wounds on his body stopped hurting so much after he returned from the battlefield covered in blood.
Everyone in the military camp respected her.
Not only was she the Princess Consort, she was also a renowned healing-type Soul Master on the frontier.
He was an orphan, with no parents from a young age. He had been utterly alone. With war raging along the border, he had been on the verge of starving to death while wandering when the Princess Consort saved him—and many others like him.
Later, after his Martial Soul Awakening, his talent proved decent. The prince took a liking to him and enlisted him in the army. He had fought his way from the frontier to Mingdu.
Heh.
Their enemies were not only in front of them, but behind them too.
Since ancient times, beautiful women had often met tragic ends. The Princess Consort had not been so lucky.
In the end, the Princess Consort died—the beloved woman with the compassionate smile, cherished by countless people on the frontier, had died in the cold, desolate imperial palace, leaving behind her only biological child.
Now her son was going through the same thing she had.
History was always astonishingly similar, almost like an inescapable cycle.
He was grateful for the prince's recognition and cultivation. The prince had ordered him to hold the Imperial City and not make