Chapter 193 The End

Ji Chengjue looked at the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince also looked at Ji Chengjue.

The two brothers,

It had really been a long, long time since they had looked at each other so calmly.

Man is a contradictory vessel.

Ji Chengjue remembered that the painter surnamed Zheng had great skill. Last year, when he came to the capital and stayed at his house, he had drawn a picture of his son, using charcoal pencils, unlike ink paintings. The son in the painting looked almost exactly like his son in reality.

After finishing the painting, the man surnamed Zheng had proudly lectured him on what were called points, surfaces, shadows, and dimensions...

Yes, people are not just faces. Few people can wear only one mask for a lifetime.

Like his second brother,

To some extent, his second brother was more like his third brother than his third brother was.

His third brother’s refined and scholarly air was for show, while his second brother was a true scholar.

He hated his imperial father,

But it didn't stop him from digging pits for himself during the Grand Assembly, because he had to find things to do. He was the Crown Prince, and he had to protect his position.

When he supervised the country, he was also working diligently and would not deliberately make mistakes.

Of course, perhaps he didn't know at that time what means he would use to "jump the wall like a cornered dog," so he didn't choose to join in.

At the same time,

It could also be said that,

At the end of the Grand Assembly, the Crown Prince had lost and then won, but as the imperial father's son, he understood that he was not the one the imperial father had chosen.

So taking advantage of this opportunity, he simply put on an unrestrained attitude and deliberately led his troops to him, seeking a favorable outcome.

However, this possibility was very low, because the cost-effectiveness was very low, very low.

If he didn't come and didn't do anything, it wasn't as if he didn't have the strength to hold on. At the very least, he didn't have to disarm and surrender just because of a vague guess.

The struggle for the throne wasn't child's play; it wasn't something you could just let go of.

They were all the imperial father's sons, and they all had similar experiences.

At least,

At this moment,

Ji Chengjue believed that it was likely that it was out of hatred for the imperial father that the Crown Prince had chosen to appear here.

Brothers fight tigers,

And the tiger was their father.

As for the other things, Ji Chengjue didn't want to think about them anymore, nor did he want to analyze them anymore, even though he, Ji the Sixth, was very good at figuring people out;

But today,

Ji Chengjue didn't want to use his brain.

His father was inside,

Their father was inside,

Today,

He didn't want to consider too much, nor did he want to consider too many things,

He really just wanted to follow his heart and his impulses and have a good time.

He had been suppressed for too long,

From the day he curled up in the corner and cried, hugging his knees,

All the way,

He had been suppressed until now.

Ji Chengjue smiled and started walking forward.

The Crown Prince followed behind;

Not to deliberately lag behind to show his surrender, but because the Crown Prince was afraid.

"Sixth brother, I'm so scared in my heart."

The Crown Prince wasn't ashamed to say what he felt in his heart.

It was only natural for a son to be afraid of his father, especially the Ji family's offspring.

"Brother, me too."

Ji Chengjue replied.

"You're more promising than me."

Here, "promising" didn't refer to other aspects, but simply to courage.

"Perhaps," Ji the Sixth didn't have time to be modest at this moment.

"Sixth brother, do you think this time, the imperial father was tricked by you, or has the imperial father finally admitted defeat?"

"Imperial Father won't lose. Imperial Father won't let go of his conscience. Imperial Father won't lose to anyone, except Heaven.

If it weren't for Imperial Father's body, which really couldn't hold on any longer, if he had continued to hold on for a few more years, we would have continued to be manipulated by him for a few more years.

If he had lived longer, we would have been manipulated to exhaustion early on. He could even have had a few more children and cultivated them again.

The only thing that can win against him,

The only thing that can make him bow his head,

Is Heaven.

Who told him to be,

The emperor, the Son of Heaven?"

...

"Your Majesty, the two princes have arrived," Wei Zhonghe said, having heard the footsteps in advance.

Emperor Yan supported himself on the steps, and stood up with the help of Lu Bing.

"Change to a cleaner room; I will wait for them."

"Your subject obeys."

...

The Emperor was in the Lu residence,

The Crown Prince took the Eastern Palace guards to the Lu residence,

The Prince's carriage went to the Lu residence.

The Lu residence in the capital suddenly became the focus of attention.

But to the surprise of many, the Northern Garrison troops that had been mobilized earlier did not move at all.

Marquis Zheng was holding the Son of Heaven's Sword, sitting on the Pixiu. It wasn't that he had suppressed the troop movements, but that they seemed to have received orders early on not to move.

That feeling of being pre-arranged was once again very clearly presented.

With the Northern Garrison in the city not moving, the other forces dared not act rashly, otherwise, a slight slip would bring the iron hooves of the Northern Garrison's cavalry.

The Emperor had once relied on the iron cavalry to leave the palace gate and start the trampling of noble families, crushing everything that dared to defy his will;

The residual power was still there, still very clear.

Zheng Fan didn't really like this feeling, the feeling of being arranged so clearly made him uncomfortable all over.

However, fortunately, the supreme being who was emitting this feeling probably wouldn't live much longer.

Regardless of whether Ji the Sixth succeeded in the end,

Whether Ji Chengjue or the Crown Prince sat on the dragon throne,

It would no longer give him a similar feeling.

The Iron Triangle was the Iron Triangle,

Their era was about to come to an end.

In the setting sun,

Sitting on the Pixiu's back, Zheng Fan didn't have that childish feeling of his own era coming,

Instead, he felt a sense of relief as if the shackles on his body had been unlocked.

He had led his seven devils through thick and thin to this point, and he could finally reach out and touch a corner of true freedom.

As for this era, this empire, this Great Yan, where it would go in the new era, Marquis Zheng didn't really care.

Turning his head,

Looking at the black dragon flag hanging there,

Probably,

He wouldn't really care, would he?

...

Inside the palace,

Grand Councillor Zhao Jiulang walked out of the Inner Cabinet. He walked to a railing, where he could see some of the scenery outside the palace.

What was called scenery was actually just eaves and a faint glimpse of the street, and that street was still in the inner city, so it wouldn't be very lively.

But the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace, and even some concubines, would deliberately look up in that direction when they passed by here, even if they were in a hurry.

This wasn't scenery of scenery; for them, it was the atmosphere outside the palace, always fresh, always curious, always... nostalgic.

Zhao Jiulang still remembered that not long after His Majesty first ascended the throne,

He had taken him,

To stand here.

His Majesty had looked for a long time, and Zhao Jiulang didn't know what His Majesty was looking at at the time.

Now,

He understood a little.

Because he was also looking now.

When he first ascended the throne, His Majesty was looking at the end of an old era, and the beginning of his era;

At this time,

He was watching the era led by His Majesty slowly descend.

Zhao Jiulang, who was jokingly called the Clay Figurine Grand Councillor,

Really looked like a clay figurine standing here.

He really hoped that time could turn back.

When he turned around and looked back, he could see a still-young Majesty.

He would kneel down,

Kowtow and shout "Long live!"

He was willing to be the Clay Figurine Grand Councillor again, assisting this monarch and fighting for this world for another thirty years!

In the Prince's mansion,

In the Eastern Palace,

In the Imperial Study,

He had accompanied this ambitious monarch, discussing picture after picture of the future of Great Yan.

These pictures had not all been realized.

But the most difficult ones had been completed.

Thirty years, in the mundane world, was only a fleeting moment, and seemed insignificant compared to the alchemists who often cultivated for sixty years at a time.

But this monarch,

Had used these thirty years,

To change half of the world.

When the monarch is weak, the ministers are strong; when the monarch is strong, the ministers are weak. The Grand Councillor should lead the officials, guide the monarch to sagacity, restrain the monarch's indulgence, and advise the monarch's virtue.

But did this Emperor,

Need someone to advise him?

All he could do was eat an extra bowl of rice for him in those few years. It was a bit full, but it really wasn't much of a torture or cruel punishment.

Zhao Jiulang suddenly turned his head,

He still looked back,

Behind him,

It was empty.

Closing his eyes,

He let out a sigh.

The Grand Councillor of Great Yan murmured to himself:

"It's gone, it's gone forever."

Looking up again,

He saw the setting sun.

"Even the most scorching sun will eventually set."

He only hoped that

The new sun could continue to shine and lead Great Yan forward.

...

In the First Prince's mansion,

The First Prince, who was already wearing armor and prepared, walked out of the courtyard of the Northern Garrison Marquis's mansion. Qing Shuang stood beside him.

"Actually, I'm curious about something," Qing Shuang said, looking at the First Prince.

"What is it?"

"Has Your Highness ever regretted anything?"

Almost without hesitation,

The First Prince nodded and said:

"Yes."

As a prince, it was impossible to say that he had never thought about sitting in that position.

"And now?"

The First Prince shook his head.

"It's still easier to lead troops and fight outside."

At this point, the First Prince smiled, and Qing Shuang also smiled.

The First Prince pointed to the armor on his body and said:

"There's so much water in my military merit marquisate that I'm ashamed of myself. Compared to the Marquis of Peaceful West, the gap is really too big. For the rest of my life, Yu Jiang only hopes to squeeze out all the water in this military merit marquisate, not a drop left."

...

The palace,

The Solitary Hall.

In front of a pill furnace that had been extinguished for many years,

A red-robed little eunuch sat cross-legged. In front of him, a picture of a Pixiu was spread out.

And under the pill furnace, a slight tremor could be faintly detected.

There was a very old Pixiu under the imperial palace of Great Yan. This was almost not a secret.

But at this time,

That Pixiu showed signs of instability.

When Prince Jingnan broke Yingdu, he had fought fiercely with the Fire Phoenix spirit, and eventually, the fire in Yingdu became uncontrollable.

Spirits could do this, let alone a living Pixiu?

Although it was old and its vitality had long been depleted, it had not truly died.

The red-robed eunuch threw the painting into the pill furnace.

Then,

He reached out,

Placed his palm on the pill furnace, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly,

A burning sensation came, stinging the skin of his palm, and in his closed eyes, a fiery red appeared.

"Roar!"

Deep in the fiery red, the Pixiu roared.

The red-robed little eunuch withdrew his palm, opened his eyes, first looked down at his unharmed palm, and then looked around in confusion.

"Are you angry?"

The red-robed little eunuch asked.

There was no response.

After a long time,

The red-robed little eunuch asked again quietly:

"Or... are you sad?"

...

Great Chu;

Yingdu.

It was never the city of Ying, called Yingdu, but every capital city of Great Chu was called Ying.

The new capital city was built south of the old capital, and it was now taking shape.

The construction of the palace, on the contrary, was very simple first. The Prince Regent was not in a hurry to build new palaces and pavilions for himself.

The Chu palace, which the Chu princess had once said was ten times more prosperous than the Yan palace, would not be seen again in the next few years.

Two witch priests were performing routine divination.

When the results of the divination appeared,

The two immediately looked at each other.

Then,

One began to re-deduce the secrets of heaven, and the other took out the magic weapon left by the previous witch priest and began to sense it.

Prince Jingnan had said that the so-called secrets of heaven, prophecies, and fates were things that you believed in if you believed in them, and didn't if you didn't.

But it couldn't be denied that it could sometimes sense something in the dark.

If it was really completely useless, Prince Jingnan wouldn't have "known a little" about it.

Soon,

The two witch priests rushed to the Prince Regent's palace almost in ecstasy.

"Your Majesty, the heavenly secrets in the northwest are declining, the bones are cracked and scattered downward. This means that the position of the lord of the northwest is about to be vacant, and the atmosphere is rushing in as a chaotic path of calamity!"

"Your Majesty, Yan is in the northwest. This is, this is..."

Before the witch priest could finish speaking, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Then, blood also overflowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Peeping at the secrets of heaven and insight into luck was a great drain on energy.

But he didn't care at all, wiped it casually with his clothes, and continued:

"That one, that one is really going to die this time!"

The Prince Regent took a deep breath.

He would never really believe the news obtained by the witch priest's deduction of the secrets of heaven, but the Phoenix Nest Inner Guard had also recently sent some news that could be used as corroboration. The emperor of Great Yan was probably really not going to make it this time.

He had held on for a long, long time,

He had held on until the Yan people forcibly pried open the northern gate of Chu in the form of a national war and occupied Zhennan Pass.

But he,

Was finally unable to hold on.

The Prince Regent put down the memorial in his hand,

Gently straightened his sleeves.

I,

Finally,

Outlasted you.

...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

Inside the warm room,

The Qian Emperor was wearing a Taoist robe, leaning there, pondering over a game on a chessboard.

Bai Li Xianglan walked in and reported:

"Your Majesty, the Deputy and Chief of the Directorate of Astrology are requesting an audience together."

"Look at how happy they are, they really have no sense of decorum at all. Alas, summon them."

The two directors knelt down, smiling, and almost competed to report:

"Your Majesty, so Your Majesty may know, in the due north, the Purple Star suddenly dimmed, a sign of the decline of the emperor!"

"Your Majesty, that emperor of Yan is probably going to die soon!"

The Qian Emperor was stunned.

Qian had a back mountain, and people from the back mountain often filled the Directorate of Astrology. Therefore, the Directorate of Astrology of Great Qian was the most powerful among the nations.

The two directors raised their heads in confusion, looking at their emperor.

Suddenly,

The Emperor laughed loudly.

Just as they were about to laugh along,

The Emperor suddenly let out a roar,

And overturned the chessboard in front of him, scattering black and white pieces all over the floor.

The Emperor,

Was crying.

...

The desert,

The Royal Court.

The little prince walked into the royal tent where his father was,

The old barbarian king was curled up in a wool blanket, as thin as a bone.

"Father Khan, the priests have just sensed the will of the Barbarian God."

The old barbarian king slowly opened his eyes and looked at his son.

The little prince smiled and said:

"The priests said that in the will of the Barbarian God, they were clearly told that the emperor of the Eastern Yan was about to die!"

Trampling the noble families,

Attacking Qian, swallowing Jin, chasing Ye, and conquering Chu had created Great Yan's momentum. In fact, the Emperor Yan's own aura had long been integrated with the aura of Great Yan.

Not to make up for each other, but to set each other off.

Vaguely, it already had some of the aura of the Great Xia Son of Heaven of that time.

Therefore, when Emperor Yan's body, when Emperor Yan's destiny, was about to enter the node he had arranged, this aura was almost impossible to hide.

Not every monarch could have this treatment;

Only a true emperor,

His death, his end,

Was worthy of the words "Imperial Demise"!

In the old barbarian king's tired eyes, two gleams of light suddenly burst out.

That terrifying neighbor, their emperor, was going to leave this world before him?

He,

Was going before him.

That emperor who had brought him great pressure and fear,

That emperor who dared to send him an edict while declaring war on other countries, scolding and warning him like a subject, that true monarch of the Yan people, was he going to leave his people, leave his country, leave his iron cavalry?

Barbarian God above,

Barbarian God protect,

The Barbarian God was still protecting his loyal people!

The old barbarian king looked at his son,

And forced himself to speak:

"Our opportunity... the barbarian's opportunity... has come."

...

Atmosphere or not, in the Yan Kingdom, there were some people who looked at it, but not many believed it.

Because their emperor didn't believe in it.

Because the most powerful alchemist of the Qian Kingdom had once come to the capital and was said to have personally cut off the dragon vein, but the Great Yan's devouring momentum had still not been stopped.

And now,

In this remote courtyard in the back house of the Lu residence,

The people here naturally had no intention of paying attention to those things.

"Creak..."

The door,

Was pushed open.

In the room, there was a person sitting, dressed in white.

His eyes were calmly watching the door.

One of the Crown Prince's legs crossed the threshold;

Then, when he lifted the other leg, he trembled a little.

After he had come in,

The Crown Prince slowly knelt down.

He was afraid of Emperor Yan, afraid to the bone, so even if he was here to rebel, he still knelt.

"Fa... Father..."

Emperor Yan's gaze didn't linger on the Crown Prince for too long, but looked at the second person who came in at the door.

That person,

He walked in,

He brought the wind with him,

He had a smile on his face,

Revealing a hint of joy.

Perhaps he had hesitated a little before coming in, but after coming in, he completely let go of himself and only had freedom left.

Most importantly, he was also dressed in white.

He shouted:

"Dad,

Your son has come to see you off!"