The Three Kingdoms: Zhaolie, the strategist, and the rise of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 444 The Roar of the Dragon, Liu Bei's Last Stand
The early summer heat lingered and lingered in the towering mountains of the Shu Road.

Several days later, when the convoy carrying the special prisoners finally arrived at the outskirts of Luoyang.

They were greeted by a completely different and enthusiastic scene.

Luoyang, the capital of the Han Dynasty.

Having endured war and reconstruction, it now appears even more magnificent.

The city walls stand tall, and the banners flutter in the wind.

Upon learning of the triumphant return of the royal army, the people had been eagerly awaiting its arrival.

Along the imperial road leading from the city gate to the palace, crowds thronged and cheers resounded.

Offering food and drink to welcome the royal army, this ancient custom still exists.

The elderly held up newly brewed rice wine, while the women carried baskets filled with cooked food.

The children chased after the procession with glee, tossing freshly picked flowers, still glistening with dew, to the victorious soldiers.

Furthermore, on the upper floors facing the street, many young ladies would quietly push open the carved wooden windows and peek down shyly.

His gaze lingered on the heroic faces of the young generals, casting admiring glances his way.

These talented young men who went to war with the army have become the most sought-after rising stars in the court.

The air was filled with the aroma of wine, flowers, and a sense of joy that came with victory.

however,
All the glory, all the cheers, all the enthusiasm—

None of this had anything to do with the cage car that was driving in the middle of the procession and deliberately placed in a conspicuous position.

Liu Yong was huddled in the shadows inside the car.

It was as if they were separated from the outside world by an invisible barrier.

He had fantasized countless times about riding a tall horse and wearing magnificent clothes.

Amidst the same cheers, they returned to Luoyang in glory as meritorious officials or at least members of the royal family.

But now, he is just a prisoner, a loser!
The admiring gazes directed at the soldiers instantly turned into curiosity, disdain, and even mocking pointing as they swept over him.

Every word of praise for the royal army pierced his heart like a needle.

Every bouquet of flowers he gave to someone else only served to highlight his current desolation and wretchedness.

He was once a noble prince of the Han Dynasty, and should have enjoyed a part of this great glory, but now he has become a negative example to highlight the majesty of the victor.

A single wrong thought can indeed lead to utter ruin.

He kept his head down, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He tried to suppress the humiliation that was about to devour him with physical pain.

To him, the clamor was not a welcome, but a public execution of his ambition.

The procession reached the majestic palace gates, and the triumphant ceremony came to a temporary end.

Dong Yun, the Crown Prince's tutor who had been waiting there, straightened his clothes and quickly stepped forward to greet him.

Addressing Jiang Wei and others at the front of the procession, he loudly proclaimed the decree:

"By imperial decree, General Jiang Wei, the General Who Conquers the West, immediately escort the criminal Liu Yong to the palace for an audience!"

Since no official titles or rewards had been bestowed yet, Dong Yun continued to address everyone by their original official ranks.

Dong Yun's voice was clear and powerful, echoing in front of the palace gate and instantly drowning out the surrounding noise.

This decree clearly defined Liu Yong's current status as a "sinner".

Jiang Wei bowed slightly on his horse, his expression solemn:

"Your Majesty, take the order."

He turned to Xiahou Ba beside him, and the two exchanged a glance.

Xiahou Ba, a former general of Cao Wei.

After returning to Han territory, he repeatedly distinguished himself in battle.

Because he was familiar with the terrain of Shu Road and understood the internal situation of Cao Wei.

During this southern expedition, he accompanied the army as a "guide," helping the Han army resolve many unnecessary troubles.

It can indeed be considered a remarkable achievement.

At this moment, Xiahou Ba's face was cold and stern, and he did not hesitate at all about escorting Liu Yong.

He waved to the soldiers to open the cage.

Then, together with Jiang Wei on either side, they escorted Liu Yong, who was staggering and dressed in dirty prison clothes, toward the bottomless palace gate.

Just as they were about to step into the palace gates, two figures appeared under the porch.

It was Crown Prince Liu Shan and the Third Prince Liu Li.

Liu Shan looked at his second brother, who, though not born of the same mother, had grown up with him.

Seeing his disheveled and emaciated appearance now, my eyes couldn't help but well up with tears.

He was kind-hearted by nature, and although he knew that Liu Yong deserved his punishment.

But seeing this, I still felt a pang of sorrow, a reminder of the importance of brotherhood.

He stepped forward, sighing before speaking, his voice choked with emotion:

"Second brother...why...why did you bring this upon yourself?"

That single word, "Second Brother," contained a complex mix of emotions.

There is concern, heartache, and endless regret.

Liu Yong suddenly raised his head, his eyes behind his disheveled hair shooting out a mocking and cold light.

He snorted coldly, a twisted smile curving his lips, and replied in a hoarse voice:

"Hmph! Why must Your Highness feign compassion here!"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; this principle holds true throughout history."

"Now you are the butcher and I am the fish; kill me or dismember me as you please!"

"This hypocritical pretense is utterly disgusting!"

"You have won. The position of Crown Prince, and the future empire."

"It's all yours, take it!"

His words were like poisoned daggers, mercilessly piercing Liu Shan.

Liu Shan was speechless for a moment, his face turning pale and then red, and his tears rolled down even faster.

Liu Yong then turned his gaze to his silent third brother, Liu Li, his eyes sharpening, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm:
"Third brother, how have you been?"

"Upon hearing the news that day, he ran incredibly fast, as swift as a rabbit!"

Liu Li was relatively young and handsome, but he was completely calm at the moment.

He met Liu Yong's piercing gaze without flinching and answered frankly:
"...Second Brother is too kind."

“If my brother had not acted swiftly, I fear he would not be standing here today.”

"He has long been a prisoner of my second brother, or even... a ghost under his knife."

"It is human nature to seek advantage and avoid harm, and Second Brother should be able to understand."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yong seemed to have heard something extremely funny.

Suddenly, a hoarse and mournful laugh erupted, echoing jarringly in front of the empty palace gates.

"Hahaha...a ghost under the blade?"

"Liu Li, you underestimate your elder brother too much!"

"Although I, Liu Yong, am unworthy, I have not inherited even a fraction of the benevolence and virtue of my father, the emperor."

"However, he is not the kind of person who harms his own brothers and is worse than a beast!"

"My intention in placing you under house arrest that day was not to harm you, but rather to value your talent!"

"Among all my brothers, you are the strongest in both literary and martial arts!"

"I originally intended to join forces with you to accomplish great things."

"In this land of Sichuan and Chongqing, let us follow the example of our ancestors and build a great foundation."

"So that the prestige of our great Han Dynasty will not fall into the hands of you and me!"

"Alas... alas, fate is against me, things have gone against my wishes, and I have suffered a complete defeat!"

"This is the will of Heaven, not a fault of the war!"

His words were partly a defense and partly a venting of emotions.

It laid bare the long-suppressed resentment and the undying ambition in broad daylight.

Liu Li frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm:
"Second brother, you are too stubborn and too impulsive."

"Of all things in the world, are there only two paths: war and conflict?"

"If there are any other thoughts, they can be discussed calmly and then submitted to the Emperor for his judgment."

"Why go to such lengths? It's a risky move."

"It will only cause trouble, damage the foundation of the country, and harm oneself."

"Discussion? Judgment? Hahaha..."

Liu Yong scoffed, his eyes blazing.

He stared intently at Liu Li, his voice suddenly lowering, yet carrying a chilling undertone.

"Though I am defeated and reduced to the state of rotten wood, my third brother... you..."

Do you think you can rest easy and reap the rewards without lifting a finger?

"Ha...I'm afraid that's not necessarily true!"

These words were like a thunderclap in the ears of everyone present!

This is almost blatant provocation and curse.

The atmosphere in front of the palace gates instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Liu Shan, Jiang Wei, Xiahou Ba, Dong Yun, and the accompanying guards and eunuchs all paled, their hearts filled with fear and trepidation.

The meaning behind those words was so terrifying that no one dared to respond.

Even their breathing became unconsciously softer.

Liu Shan was the first to realize that he had to stop this dangerous conversation immediately.

He hurriedly stepped forward and interrupted:

"Second brother! Stop talking nonsense!"

"My third brother has always been virtuous and loyal to the country; this is a consensus among both the court and the public!"

"You yourself have committed a crime; how can you utter such words that sow discord among brothers and undermine the foundation of the nation?"

"Speak carefully! Speak carefully!"

Jiang Wei immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice:
"Your Highness, Your Highnesses, His Majesty is still waiting in the palace. It is not appropriate for you to linger."

"Please escort him immediately...Please bring His Highness Liu Yong to the palace for an audience as soon as possible."

He promptly changed his tune, no longer directly calling him a "sinner," which slightly eased the tense atmosphere.

Xiahou Ba understood and was about to step forward to push Liu Yong through the palace gate when Liu Shan spoke again:
"Wait a minute."

All eyes were on him.

Looking at the cold, heavy shackles on Liu Yong's wrists and ankles, Liu Shan felt a pang of pity in his eyes, and then said to Xiahou Badao:
"General Xiahou, please remove the shackles from my second brother."

Xiahou Ba was taken aback, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face:

"Your Highness, this... may be inappropriate."

"His Majesty's decree is for him to be escorted to an audience..."

Liu Shan waved his hand, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable firmness:
"Even if he has committed a terrible mistake, he is still the Emperor's son and my brother."

"How can one wear such shackles and prostrate oneself before the emperor and father?"

"There must always be some semblance of dignity. Let's untie it."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yong's cold gaze flickered slightly, but he quickly regained his arrogant demeanor.

He raised his shackled hands and sneered at Xiahou Ba:

"General Xiahou, have you not heard of the Crown Prince's order?"

"Untie me at once!"

Xiahou Ba glanced at Liu Shan, then at Jiang Wei.

Seeing Jiang Wei nod slightly, he could only sigh inwardly, take out the key, and step forward to remove the shackles from Liu Yong's hands and feet.

The heavy iron chain hit the ground with a dull thud.

Liu Yong stretched his stiff wrists, a complex expression on his face.

It seemed like liberation, yet also like a deeper sense of bewilderment.

After Xiahou Ba was freed from his shackles, he still subconsciously wanted to follow Liu Yong into the palace to prevent any unforeseen events.

Liu Shan raised his hand again to stop him:
"...General Xiahou, please wait."

"Father decrees that only my second brother may enter."

His gaze swept over Jiang Wei and Xiahou Ba, "You all wait outside."

Xiahou Ba wanted to say something more, but the worry on his face deepened.

But Liu Shan no longer looked at him, and turned to face Liu Yong, his tone becoming unusually calm, even carrying a trace of indescribable pity.

"Second brother, go."

"Father... will wait for you in the palace."

Liu Yong gave Liu Shan a deep look.

His gaze was a mixture of hatred, resentment, and mockery, perhaps even a faint trace of relief that he himself was unaware of.

He didn't say anything more, but simply straightened his tattered prison clothes, even though the action was meaningless.

Then, he straightened his back, which had long been hunched over by hardship.

I took my first step, alone.

Step by step, he stepped into the deep palace gates that symbolized supreme imperial power and determined his ultimate fate.

His figure quickly disappeared into the shadows inside the door, as if swallowed by a giant beast.

Outside the palace gates, all was silent.

The intense words exchanged between the brothers just now still seemed to leave a lingering, burning effect in the air.

Liu Shan gazed into the palace gates for a long time before slowly turning around, his face regaining the solemnity befitting a crown prince.

He addressed Jiang Wei, Xiahou Ba, and the other generals who had returned in triumph:

"Generals, this southern expedition has recovered the lost territories of the Han Dynasty and enhanced the prestige of our nation. Its achievements are truly great."

"My father was very pleased and specially ordered me to hold a banquet in a side hall of Weiyang Palace to reward the meritorious generals and soldiers."

"My father, the Chancellor, is already waiting in the palace. All matters concerning the bestowal of titles and rewards have been prepared."

"Please come with me."

Upon hearing the name of Prime Minister Li, many people felt a surge of excitement.

One reason is that Li Yi was the most popular star in the Han Dynasty.

Ancient idol worship was no less exaggerated than modern idol worship.

To be able to see such a dazzling star of the empire is a great honor for many young people.

More importantly, Li Yi, who has already semi-retired from court life, rarely shows his face in public anymore.

This special visit to Weiyang Palace to receive the meritorious officials who fought against Wei is a great honor and respect for the soldiers who went on the expedition.

Just like having dinner with Buffett, I can have a meal with Li Yi.

That's something you can brag about for a lifetime.

Jiang Wei and the others bowed in unison:

"Your Majesty, we thank you for your great kindness, and Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

then,

Led by Liu Shan, the group of generals, weary from their journey but unable to contain their excitement, headed towards Weiyang Palace.

The glory of their triumph is about to descend upon them in the most tangible way—by promotion and ennoblement.

The side hall of Weiyang Palace was brightly lit and solemn.

Led by former Prime Minister Yi Ik, almost all the important officials in the court were present.

When Liu Shan and other meritorious officials such as Jiang Wei entered the main hall, all eyes were on them, and the atmosphere was solemn and enthusiastic.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Liu Shan stood below the imperial steps.

On behalf of the emperor, he began to read out the imperial edict of bestowal and rewards.

His clear voice echoed throughout the spacious hall:

"I have heard that a wise ruler must rely on capable ministers to govern the world."

"The rise of a great empire truly depends on the combined efforts of both civil and military officials."

“In the past, my ancestor slew a white snake and lifted it three feet high, and Emperor Guangwu rode a red steed and traversed the eight directions.”

"They were all appointed to positions based on their wisdom and virtue, and were rewarded for their meritorious service."

"The current Prime Minister, Marquis of Langya, Liang, led a loyal and brave army out of Luoyang to wipe out the villains."

"We crossed the Qin River Valley to quell the rebellious enemy, finally defeating the false Wei and recovering our Yizhou."

"His achievements surpass those of past sages, and his merits exceed those of all previous generations."

"His generals were either charging into battle or strategizing to achieve victory."

"Ranks and titles should be conferred according to merit."

"You officials, please convey my will:"

"Prime Minister Liang commanded the army and led the expeditions. He personally donned armor and his plans were flawless and always successful."

"In the past, the exhausted troops of Jiaozhou faced the fierce and treacherous armies of the two Sichuan regions."

"However, Cao Zhen's grain was burned at Chencang, and Sima's formation was broken at the Wei River."

"In the end, the false chieftain received the jade, and the pass was restored to its former glory."

"Now, I will grant you an additional two thousand households as your fief, bestow upon you black and red jade discs, and allow you to open the Prime Minister's residence."

"He was granted the imperial yellow axe, appointed to the position of Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, and bestowed with a sword and shoes to enter the palace, and was exempt from hasty bowing when entering the court."

"General Wei Zhong is loyal to the king's affairs and possesses both wisdom and courage."

"They ambushed Deng Ai at the valley and captured Cao Rui at Yinping."

"In the past, Li Guang's arrow pierced through a boulder; today, the general's sword cuts through a turbid stream."

"He is promoted to General Who Guards the West and Marquis of Pingxiang, and granted the authority to act on behalf of the emperor."

"He was appointed Governor of Liangzhou in a remote manner and bestowed with golden armor and carved bow to demonstrate his valor."

"The Protector of the Army was originally from Xiahou, who abandoned darkness and turned to light."

"The army joined forces in Longyou and cut off the enemy's retreat route; a night battle was fought in Chang'an and the enemy's warships were burned."

"Even if Lian Po returned to Zhao, it would be nothing more than this."

He was appointed General Who Guards the North and Marquis of Bochang, and Governor of Youzhou.

"He was bestowed with a thousand bolts of silk, a red turban, and a blue steed."

"Although General Xun, the Assistant General, was a former official of Wu, he was in fact allied with the Han dynasty."

"He was specially granted the titles of General Who Guards the South and Marquis of Jiangling."

"He was granted the title of Deputy Director of the Nine Bestowments and was granted the honor of being in charge of erecting a banner."

"General Yan Xiao was a skilled warrior and always led the army."

"Leave Baoxie and occupy Wuzhangyuan, guard Qishan and protect the grain supply route."

"Although the people of Wei feared Guan Yu's bravery, they also dreaded Wen Chang's might."

"Relocated General of the Eastern Garrison, Marquis of Nanzheng".

"He was given the authority to act as governor of Hanzhong."

"The Chief Secretary was wise and brave, decisive in the face of adversity, and made outstanding contributions in defeating the enemy."

"He is hereby granted the title of General of the Cavalry, inheriting his father's title, and is granted the title of Marquis of Tan, with a fief of one thousand households."

"The rest of the generals: —"

"General Anhan Ping, General Jianwei Yi, General Fenwei Yi, etc."

"Those who surrendered the entire city or were the first to charge into battle were all granted the title of Marquis within the Pass, and each was granted an additional three hundred households of fief."

"Tiger-like General Xing, Feathered Forest Guard Supervisor Bao, and Lieutenant General Guang, etc."

"Inheriting his father's will and striving for loyalty, he braved the blade to achieve extraordinary feats."

"They were all promoted three ranks and granted silver seals and blue ribbons."

"Alas! In the past, Xiao He recommended Han Xin at the altar, and Emperor Guangwu promoted Deng Yu to the inner court."

"Now Liang has raised Wei and others to lead the troops, while Ba and Ping have surrendered. This is truly intended to fill the court with heroes and talents, and to encourage new talents to compete."

"As for veteran generals like He, they certainly made great contributions."

"However, as he grows old, he should cultivate his dignity and authority."

"He may be promoted to Attendant Gentleman of the Palace and Grand Master of the Palace."

"He was given a sinecure, thus preserving his honors and reputation."

"Announce it to the whole world, and let all know it."

"May loyal and virtuous men serve with their lives, and may heroes follow in their footsteps."

"Together we celebrate the prosperity of the Han Dynasty and perpetuate the ancestral sacrifices."

"An edict issued in the sixth month of summer in the nineteenth year of Zhangwu."

The imperial edict was lengthy, and names were read out one by one, with rewards and honors being bestowed upon each person.

Wang Ping, Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi, and other generals from Wei who surrendered were all granted the title of Marquis within the Pass and received various rewards.

Young generals such as Guan Xing, Zhang Bao, and Zhao Guang were generally promoted three ranks and entrusted with important responsibilities.

As the nominal supreme commander of this Northern Expedition, Prime Minister Zhuge Liang...

This victory was achieved through his strategic planning, so in addition to his original title and stipend as Marquis of Langya, he was granted an additional two thousand households of fiefdom as a sign of special honor.

It is worth noting that in addition to being given the title of "Grand General", Jiang Wei was also appointed as the Governor of Liangzhou.

However, this does not mean that Jiang Wei was to go to Liangzhou to take up his post.

Because it was already clearly stated in the edict that Jiang Wei was "remotely in charge" of Liangzhou.

"Remote control" means to govern remotely, or in short, to govern an enclave.

It's more of an honor than a real sense of control over the place.

After all, you're not even physically present, so it's impossible to build connections and establish influence.

The practice of granting titles remotely was still quite common in the Han Dynasty.

For example, historically, when Zhang Liao served under Lü Bu,

In an effort to sow discord between the two, Cao Cao appointed Zhang Liao as the governor of Beidi on a remote basis.

Historically, Liu Bei, after becoming emperor, also appointed Ma Chao as the governor of Liangzhou.

This is also a remote appointment.

Because Shu Han did not control Liangzhou at that time.

Liu Bei's intention was to encourage his subordinates and tell them to do their jobs well.

Once you conquer Liangzhou for me, Liangzhou will be yours.

Jiang Wei's remote command was due to the fact that he was originally from Liangzhou.

This was actually just to let Jiang Wei show his face in front of his fellow villagers, as a kind of honor for him.

This list of awards has profound implications.

Astute courtiers have already noticed that he has been greatly promoted and given important responsibilities this time.

Almost all of them were generals from the new and middle generations, such as Jiang Wei, Xiahou Ba, Wei Yan, Wang Ping, and Zhang Yi.

They were either rising stars from the Jingzhou, Dongzhou, and Liangzhou groups, or valiant generals who had recently joined their ranks.

In the prime of life, full of ambition and drive.

In contrast, a group of veteran generals, represented by General Zhang He, who had followed Liu Bei for many years and made outstanding contributions, were also present.

Although he received some symbolic rewards, he was clearly marginalized in terms of the actual allocation of military power and promotion.

Although the veterans appeared calm, a hint of melancholy and emotion inevitably lingered in their eyes.

This is by no means a coincidence.

Anyone with eyes to see could see that this was Emperor Liu Bei intentionally paving the way for his son, Crown Prince Liu Shan.

To cultivate his own young and dynamic military force, in order to ensure a smooth transition of power and future expansion.

This is a far-sighted plan made by an aging emperor for the future of his empire.

Everyone could realize that when the second generation of Qi Han began...

The political situation in the court will inevitably be dominated by the middle generation, led by Lu Xun and Wei Yan.

Together with the new generation led by Jiang Wei, Li Zhi, Guan Xing, Zhang Bao, and Zhao Guang, they formed a new political landscape.

In the formation of this new order, those who suffered the most were, of course, the old-school meritorious ministers.

This naturally includes veteran generals such as Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhao Yun.

However, they are already old and don't want to fight anymore.

All of them were willing to follow Li Yi and step down to the second line.

Give opportunities to young people.

However, such people have always been a tiny minority.

Those who want to defend their vested interests are the true majority.

This has always been the case; no one wants their position and power to be taken over by someone else.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many cases of senior employees bullying and suppressing newcomers in the workplace.

At this time, many of Li Yi's protégés and former officials who were close to him couldn't help but turn their attention to Li Yi, who was ranked first among the civil officials.

Hopefully, this highly respected former prime minister can say a few words for his old comrades who are gradually losing power at this moment.

To secure some benefits, at least to slow down this overly obvious transition between generations.

However, Li Yi simply stood there quietly.

Holding a tablet, with eyes lowered, he seemed to be wandering in a trance, or like an old monk in deep meditation.

His weathered face was expressionless.

They showed no surprise or dissatisfaction with this list of awards, which clearly favored emerging talents.

He neither echoed nor raised any objections.

This silence itself is an attitude.

Everyone immediately understood: it was Prime Minister Li.

This veteran minister, who had served two dynasties and was well-versed in the art of political balance, was a true expert.

They had already tacitly approved and even supported the emperor's arrangement.

He knew perfectly well that times were changing and the country's future needed new blood.

Rather than clinging to the old order, it is better to go with the flow and ensure the stability of the court.

Seeing Li Yi's attitude, the last bit of hope in the hearts of those old nobles who originally wanted to speak up was extinguished.

They exchanged helpless glances, and in the end, they could only sigh inwardly and silently accept this fait accompli.

Inside the main hall, only the sounds of gratitude for the emperor's boundless grace rose and fell.

"Your Majesty, we bow to thank you for your grace!"

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The bestowal of honors has been completed, and the grand feast begins.

Inside the Weiyang Palace, wine cups were clinked and toasts were exchanged.

Laughter and chatter filled the air, brimming with the joy of victory and anticipation for the future.

However, deep within that imperial palace...

Another silent battle concerning fate, family ties, and the law has only just begun.

……

The heavy palace gates slowly closed behind us with a dull thud, as if shutting out all sound and light from the outside world.

Liu Yong stood alone in the eerily empty palace courtyard.

Behind them came the clamor of triumph and the glory of being rewarded.

Before him lay the boundless darkness that would determine his fate.

He walked very slowly, each step feeling like he was stepping on soft clouds, or like he was dragging a heavy shackle.

The palace buildings of the Han Dynasty stretched out in a continuous line, with long and deep corridors.

The imperial road, paved with white marble, reflected a cool light under the sparse palace lanterns.

In the past, this place must have been bustling with palace maids and eunuchs, and with imperial guards standing solemnly like a forest.

But today, there was hardly a soul in sight along the way.

Silence, a deathly silence, enveloped the heart of this empire.

Only his lonely footsteps echoed between the towering palace walls.

It appeared exceptionally clear, yet also exceptionally desolate.

This unusual emptiness does not make people feel relaxed.

Instead, it's like an invisible net, slowly tightening, bringing a deep-seated sense of oppression and fear.

Liu Yong felt as if he had walked for a very long time, so long that it was as if he had traversed the river of time.

From a spirited young man to a prisoner at the end of his rope.

The surrounding vermilion pillars and coiled dragon stone carvings were twisted and deformed in the shadows.

Like a lurking beast, it coldly watched the disgraced prince.

Finally, he arrived at the Xuan Shi Hall, the deepest part of Weiyang Palace.

The light here was much dimmer, with only a few flickering tallow lamps burning beside the throne.

The vast space was cut into fragments of interwoven light and shadow.

And upon that highest, darkest throne sat a figure—

His father was Liu Bei, the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

Liu Bei is already seventy years old this year.

The passage of time has etched deep lines on his face, and years of fighting and toil have exhausted his energy.

His hair and beard were all white, as if covered with a layer of frost.

His complexion appeared sallow and lifeless in the dim light.

His body, leaning against the throne, showed obvious signs of hunching and weakness.

Yet, this was a frail old man.

Simply sitting there quietly, one naturally exudes a heavy, mountain-like pressure.

It was an imperial aura formed through countless life-and-death experiences and the power to rule the world.

His imposing presence, even without anger, is enough to terrify any ill-intentioned person.

Liu Yong mustered his courage and looked up to meet the eyes of the person on the throne.

With just one glance, he felt as if struck by lightning, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

A chill rushed from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Those eyes, though slightly cloudy with age.

But its depths seem to conceal thunder and abyss.

Cold and sharp, as if it could see through all his disguises and thoughts.

He forced himself to calm down and quickly scanned the hall.

It was empty, still an unsettling emptiness.

Apart from the emperor on his throne and his son, who was awaiting punishment, there was no other person present.

There were no palace maids standing by, and no armored guards protecting them.

Even the eunuchs who were supposed to be at his beck and call were nowhere to be seen.

This is absolutely extraordinary!!

Why did Father dismiss his attendants?

Is it true that family scandals should not be aired in public?
Or... there are some things that cannot be seen or heard by outsiders?

This extreme silence and solitude terrified Liu Yong more than any swords or blades, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

He licked his chapped lips, trying to break the suffocating silence, his voice trembling slightly with tension:

"Where have all the palace servants gone?"

Why is it so empty?

On his throne, Liu Bei seemed not to hear anything, his eyes still closed in concentration.

Like a stone statue, only the faint rise and fall of his chest proves that he is alive.

Liu Yong's heart sank, and a sense of despair welled up inside him.

He raised his voice, with a deliberate provocation:

"Your Majesty! You have summoned your son alone to this empty hall."

"Could it be... that I shall end my life here?"

He deliberately used the distant title "Your Majesty" instead of "Father Emperor".

He knew that his father, the emperor, had a life full of hardships and valued family ties the most.

He longed for family harmony, yet he insisted on rubbing salt into that wound.

Sure enough, this statement was like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, creating ripples.

Liu Bei finally slowly opened his eyes.

That gaze was almost tangible, pressing heavily on Liu Yong, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Liu Bei's voice rang out, not loud, but carrying an immense weight.

Every word seemed to strike Liu Yong's heart:
"Rebel..."

"You should know very well why I have summoned you here alone."

Liu Yong gritted his teeth, forcing himself to maintain his precarious toughness:
"Your Majesty, I do not know! Your Majesty, I am foolish and ignorant!"

A flash of anger crossed Liu Bei's eyes, but his tone remained strangely calm.

But beneath this calm lies a volcano about to erupt:

"I ask you, why did you commit such a treasonous act?"

"Why...rebel?!"

The final word "反" (fǎn, meaning "against") resounded like a thunderclap in the empty hall.

Liu Yong seemed to be completely ignited, and the grievances, resentment, and hatred that had been accumulating for many years suddenly erupted at this moment.

He no longer concealed his intentions, raised his head, met Liu Bei's gaze, and hissed:
"Why would I rebel? I'd like to ask Your Majesty that!"

"May I ask Your Majesty, when I was only twelve years old, I was enfeoffed in Lu, far away from the capital."

"Did I indulge in pleasure and neglect state affairs at that time?"

Liu Bei remained silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"Never."

"Then what heinous crimes have I committed in the State of Lu?"

"Have I failed His Majesty's trust and damaged the reputation of the royal family?"

"Never."

"Alright! In that case—"

"Father, have you seen how diligently I have worked in the State of Lu, day and night without rest?"

"Have you ever heard of it?!"

Liu Yong's voice was trembling with sobs, yet filled with resentment.

"no!"

"In Father's eyes, there is only the glory of my third brother, Li'er, in Liang Kingdom!"

"He recruited many retainers and befriended prominent families."

"His father praised him for his good governance, and his reputation for virtue spread far and wide."

"And what about me? I've merely appointed a few trusted confidants, hoping to achieve something."

"The Emperor then believed Prime Minister Li's words and issued an edict severely reprimanding me, saying that I had formed cliques for personal gain and plotted rebellion!"

"At first, I thought that I was indeed lacking, so I worked even harder."

"I only hope to catch my father's eye and receive a word of praise..."

"But later I realized that no matter how hard I tried, in Father's heart..."

"Never to be even a fraction as good as my third brother! Never!"

He continued to roar, panting heavily:
"And what about the crown prince? Liu Adou!"

"He did nothing all day but indulge in football and hunting, and was surrounded by a group of sycophants."

"What virtue or ability does he possess to sit firmly in the Eastern Palace and inherit the Han Dynasty?"

"Just because he's the eldest son? Just because his uncle is Li Yi, who wields immense power in the court!"

"Father! Am I not your son?"

"Isn't your blood flowing in my veins?!"

Liu Bei's face twitched slightly in the shadows. He took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions:
"Do you feel that I have mistreated you?"

“A Dou was the eldest son of the legitimate wife, and the eldest son of the legitimate wife should be established as the heir. This is the law of our ancestors.”

"The very foundation of the nation cannot be easily abolished or established!"

"Ancestral laws and traditions? Hahahaha!"

Liu Yong let out a shrill, miserable laugh.

"Father! You have bestowed rewards upon your old brothers, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Chen Deng..."

"Which one of them didn't grant land and bestow titles, with rewards far exceeding those of ancient times?"

"Haven't we broken enough ancestral laws and regulations yet?"

Why are you so rigid in your adherence to conventions when it comes to me?

"The eldest son? That should have been mine!"

"It was Liu Shan who took away everything that should have belonged to me!"

"Does Your Majesty know what I have disliked most about him since childhood?"

"It's that seemingly kind but actually hypocritical face of his!"

"It's as if everything he does is a given, and his occasional feigned concessions seem more like a form of charity!"

"What makes him so special? He's just lucky to have been born into that Yuan woman's womb!"

This has always been what Liu Yong hates most.

Liu Shan always appeared to be yielding, yet he always managed to get everything.

This made Liu Yong, who had always longed to prove himself, extremely jealous.

His words were like venom, spraying indiscriminately:
"Later, I went to the Wu region, but I was disheartened."

"I began to indulge in sensual pleasures and live a life of debauchery!"

"Because I know that no matter how much I struggle."

"That good-for-nothing who plays football in the Eastern Palace can still sit firmly in the position of Crown Prince."

"Because of you, because of Prime Minister Li, and because of the protection of the entire court!"

"Until...until the war to destroy Wei, I saw an opportunity!"

"Only by establishing a firm foothold in Sichuan and building a solid foundation can I prove myself to the world."

"I, Liu Yong, am a hundred times, a thousand times, better than that good-for-nothing!"

As Liu Bei listened to his hysterical accusations, his chest heaved violently.

But he forced himself to remain calm, his voice as cold as iron:
"Now that you have suffered a crushing defeat, do you know what your fate will be?"

Liu Yong gave a bitter smile, tinged with a resolute madness:

"Defeat means certain death."

"Your Majesty need not take action; I may end it myself!"

After all,

He actually turned around abruptly and walked out of the hall.

His steps were resolute, without any hesitation.

This attitude, this utter contempt for family ties and life.

This deeply hurt Liu Bei's heart, which valued emotions!
"Liu Yong!"

He suddenly stood up and let out a roar like a wounded lion.

Upon hearing the sound, Liu Yong instinctively stopped and turned around.

Just as he turned around, Liu Bei pulled out a horsewhip from somewhere.

The whip was dark and shiny, clearly an old item.

With a sharp gust of wind, a crisp "smack" resounded as it struck Liu Yong's face hard!

The whip struck with great force, catching Liu Yong off guard and knocking him to the ground.

His face was instantly torn open, and a hideous bloodstain ran from his forehead to his jaw.

Blood gushed out, instantly staining half his face red and even splashing into his eyes.

He covered his burning, throbbing cheek and his blurry left eye, blood seeping from between his fingers.

He raised his head and stared intently at Liu Bei with his remaining eye.

His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and he asked, word by word:

"Is this whip from Father Emperor an application of family law or the law of the state?"

Liu Bei was so angry that he trembled all over, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the whip turned white.

But she pursed her lips and refused to answer.

Seeing his silence, Liu Yong felt his resentment and despair grow wildly like weeds.

He continued to provoke the old emperor incessantly:
"If it's family law..."

"Is Your Majesty punishing me, your unfilial son, on behalf of my deceased mother?"

"You unfilial son! How dare you even mention your mother?!"

Liu Bei's anger was finally ignited, and his voice boomed like thunder.

Why can't I mention it?

Liu Yong was desperate. He struggled to sit up, ignoring the blood streaming down his face, and shouted hoarsely:
"I grew up on my mother's milk; she is the closest person to me in this world!"

"Your Majesty, have you forgotten?"

“When you married my mother in Pei County, your previous wives had already passed away.”

"My mother is your lawfully wedded wife!"

"According to the rules of propriety, I am the eldest son of the legitimate wife!"

"Shut up!"

Liu Bei's beard and hair bristled, and he shouted sharply.

But Liu Yong had already fallen into a semi-mad state and couldn't stop at all:

"Does Your Majesty still remember when you fought against Yuan Shu and captured Shouchun?"

"You did this to win over Yuan's old subordinates and consolidate your power."

"You and Li Yi each forcibly married a daughter of the Yuan family!"

"Since then, have you ever had even a shred of respect for my mother?"

"In order to win people's hearts, you only know how to favor that wretched woman Yuan all day long, neglecting my mother in the cold palace!"

"In those years, in those lonely, cold nights, I was the only one who kept my mother company!"

"Watching her grow increasingly haggard, watching her become depressed, and finally..."

"He ultimately died with resentment!"

“Father! You pride yourself on being loyal and righteous, and your benevolence is known throughout the world.”

"But ask yourself honestly, have you done right by my mother?"

"How could you do this to my child and me?!"

These words were like the sharpest dagger.

It brutally reopened the deepest, most unbearable wound in Liu Bei's heart.

Those difficult choices in starting a business, the helplessness of a political marriage, the guilt towards his first wife...

All the complex emotions at that moment transformed into overwhelming rage and unspeakable agony.

"I told you to shut up!!"

Liu Bei completely lost control, letting out a roar that was almost like that of a wild beast. His horsewhip, filled with endless anger and despair, lashed down fiercely once again!
"Snapped!"

With another sharp crack, another bloody mark appeared on Liu Yong's other cheek.

He was beaten until he rolled on the ground, covered in blood, looking utterly miserable.

However, as if he felt no pain, he let out a shrill and maniacal laugh on the ground:

"Haha...hahaha...well done!"

"Well done, Father! Keep fighting!"

"Kill me, the son you've never truly loved!"

"Just like you did back then, watching my mother die heartbroken!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He laughed bitterly as he struggled to his feet.

He looked like a madman, staggering unsteadily.

Covered in blood, he rushed out of the Xuan Shi Hall in a frenzy.

The mournful laughter and wailing echoed for a long time in the deep palace corridors.

In the empty hall, only Liu Bei remained.

He remained in the whip-wielding posture, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, his face turning from sallow to a terrifying purplish-red.

His son's final, hurtful words lingered in his mind like a curse.

Guilt towards his wife, the failure to educate his son, and the heartache over the unmanageable situation...

A mix of emotions surged and churned, ultimately transforming into a metallic sweetness that rushed straight to the throat.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted from Liu Bei's mouth, splashing onto the steps in front of the throne, a shocking sight.

His tall body swayed a few times, his vision went black, and he almost fell to the ground.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

Only then did several guards, who had been ordered to lie in wait, quickly emerge from the shadows in the corner of the palace.

They rushed forward to support the swaying emperor, their faces filled with fear and worry.

"Your Majesty! Your health is of utmost importance!"

"Your Majesty, we shall immediately summon the imperial physician!"

Liu Bei weakly waved his hand, and with his last bit of strength, grabbed the arm of one of the guards.

His voice was hoarse and broken, yet carried an undeniable resolve:
"No... summon the imperial physician..."

"Useless...Quickly...Quickly summon Prime Minister Li..."

"I want to see...Li Yi...immediately..."

The voice has not fallen,

Another violent coughing fit ensued, and blood once again spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The guards dared not be negligent, and one of them carefully supported the emperor.

Another person rushed out of the hall like an arrow to carry out what might be the old emperor's last emergency edict.

Inside the Xuan Shi Hall, only the heavy smell of blood and a deathly silence of despair remained.

……

(End of this chapter)