readytorunbook Chapter 779: Lin Ping's fate became the talk of the town.
Chapter 779: Lin Ping's fate became the talk of the town.
Back then, Lin Ping was filled with ambition and aspirations. She wholeheartedly wanted to follow the charismatic and resourceful leader, Lin Wei, and venture together into this war-torn and smoke-filled battlefield. She longed to distinguish herself amidst the chaos of war, establish unparalleled achievements, and prove her strength and worth.
In this way, when she achieves her goals and accomplishments, she can return to her hometown in glory and rightfully inherit the hereditary position of head of the family. At that time, she will be full of vigor and ambition, as if the whole world is under her control.
However, fate is unpredictable, and man proposes, God disposes! Who could have foreseen that just as Lin Ping was riding high on her success, a thrilling and life-or-death battle suddenly erupted at Black Wind Ridge? In this fierce battle, Lin Ping inadvertently fell into the traps set by the utterly despicable and heinous bandit leader, One-Eyed Dragon.
It was an elaborate trap, rife with treachery and cunning. Lin Ping was trapped within it, as if imprisoned, unable to escape. Despite her desperate struggles, the enemy outnumbered her and was better equipped; she was ultimately outmatched and killed by a hail of arrows.
Tragically, the valiant Lin Ping ultimately could not escape her fate. She was pierced through the body by an incredibly sharp spear, her blood gushing forth and staining the earth red. Her body swayed in the air, as if telling of her resentment and rage.
Then, the enemy hung her naked body high above the city gate as a warning to others. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes wide open, as if she had left this world with her eyes open. Her body was lifeless, swaying in the wind, a sight that evoked deep sorrow.
And so, eleven-year-old General Lin Ping was hung on the village wall, her body labeled with terms like "harlot," "whore," "slut," and "slut." Her fate became the talk of the town for miles around, and words of contempt for her filled the entire village.
"I heard that the young general was a harlot who seduced her deputy. During the battle, the lustful poison took effect, and she was riddled with arrows by the bandits, ending up like a pincushion. That's how she met her end," an old woman said with a frown.
“That’s right, that young general is quite handsome, but who would have thought he’s such a slut? He’s really disgraced us women,” another woman chimed in.
"Her father is really something, how could he raise such a daughter? Their family will never be able to hold their heads high again," a man said, shaking his head.
Lin Ping's soul trembled slightly, her mind filled with despair and helplessness. She recalled her past glory, the scenes of leading her soldiers to fight bravely on the battlefield. But now, she had become a harlot in people's mouths, a disgrace to the entire village.
Her thoughts drifted away, recalling that night. That night, she and her lieutenant were discussing battle plans in the tent, and the two unconsciously drew closer and closer. She could feel the lieutenant's burning gaze, a gaze filled with desire. Her heart began to race; she wanted to resist, yet she couldn't resist the temptation.
Ultimately, she and her lieutenant succumbed to a frenzied desire. Their bodies were locked in a tight embrace, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, as if they wanted to devour each other. Their breaths quickened, and sweat soaked their clothes. In that moment, they forgot their identities and duties, forgot the cruelty of war, and were left only with their passion for each other.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the bandits launched an attack, raining down arrows that Lin Ping and her deputy were powerless to defend themselves. They were struck by the arrows in the confusion and ultimately perished on the battlefield.
Lin Ping's soul was filled with regret and self-reproach; she knew her actions had caused immense harm to people. She wanted to explain, but couldn't utter a word. She could only silently endure people's scorn and condemnation, letting her soul suffer in agony.
"I think she should be drowned in the pond, so she'll never be able to reincarnate," another man said viciously.
“Oh, the poor child, she’s so young and she has suffered such humiliation,” a young woman sighed.
“It’s all her own fault. Who told her to be so indecent?” said an older woman.