Villain: After I died, all the heroines cried themselves to sleep.

The chaotic, thick clouds condensed and did not disperse, churning and obscuring the heavens.

The biting autumn wind has already blown into Northeast China.

Nine tripods suppress the land of China, and twelve golden men sweep across the six directions and eight wastelands.

The Rong and barbarian tribes in the northwest were also rapidly declining and weakening.

They watched as the demons receded like the tide.

The soldiers on the Great Wall were initially stunned, but quickly fell into a euphoric celebration of victory.

When the hero led his people back in triumph, the elders and villagers welcomed them with food and drink.

"Thanks to the general, we were able to overcome this difficulty..."

"In the past, Lord Jing'an was just like that, leading us to protect our homes and country..."

Everyone was moved to tears.

Upon hearing this, the chivalrous man was at a loss for words.

But before they could even celebrate for a few days, news came from the south.

The nine-nation coalition suffered a setback in Guanzhong, and now the Han army has swept eastward and conquered all directions, with its commander-in-chief being none other than the former Lord Wu'an, Xuan Luo.

One of the detachments is heading towards Tang territory.

People were filled with anxiety.

The fake Tang emperor sent a special envoy to recruit chivalrous men and ask them to fight against the Han army.

The people of Tang also wanted him to take charge of important matters.

"Do you all yearn for the Tang Dynasty or the Han Dynasty?"

The swordsman asked the crowd.

Seeing everyone looking at each other, speechless and at a loss for words.

He shook his head, then answered himself.

"It's nothing more than thinking about peace."

When the Han army's detachment was about to arrive, the chivalrous man led the people of Tang to confront them.

When the two commanders met, both looked surprised.

"So you're still alive?"

"I have no face to see the elders of Tang..."

The Han general smiled dejectedly and turned to look at the knight-errant.

"As for Lord Jing'an, at least he has a worthy successor..."

"I'm ashamed..."

Even the chivalrous man could only manage a bitter smile.

After many years, we meet again, and everything has changed.

As they reminisced about the past, they couldn't help but look up at the sky and sigh.

"Back in the academy, I was inferior to the Han emperor; now, I am far inferior..."

"Yes, the Han emperor's heart encompasses the entire world, while we are unaware of the impending calamity and are still fighting for power and profit for small countries..."

Not long after.

The knight-errant then led the people of Tang to surrender to the Han army.

With his assistance, the Tang territory was pacified.

……

Xuanlu led the Han army out of the pass, and like a raging wildfire, quickly quelled the rebellion in the north.

Meanwhile, in Hanzhong, the battle between Bai Jian and Xiahou Dui has also been decided.

Xiahou Dui is as unfathomable as Yin, yet he cannot shake the mountain of Bai Jian.

Bai Jian has one trick up his sleeve, and he's good for everything.

They will continue to employ their shameless tactics of "building strongholds and fighting protracted battles".

By controlling the vital Chencang Pass, they remained steadfast in the face of all changes.

They waited until Lady Qing sent an envoy to incite the rebellion of Xiahou Dui in the Bashu region.

Taking advantage of the chaos in Xiahou Dui's army, Bai Jian launched a major offensive.

Xiahou Dui was attacked from both sides and suffered a major defeat.

He knew that facing the steady and reliable Bai Jian, he had virtually no chance of turning the tide.

Finally, on a mountain in Hanzhong, he looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

"The Han emperor is ordained by Heaven; is it possible that even the will of Heaven cannot be defied?"

That's all.

He drew his sword and committed suicide.

Xiahou Dui's rebellion was quelled.

Bai Jian did not continue south into Shu.

He led his army directly eastward along the Han River, heading straight into the Chu territory.

……

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

The dark clouds that had covered the sky for months have mostly dissipated.

The demons and barbarians retreated, the Rong king was beheaded, seven northern regions were returned to Han, and the rebellion in Ba and Shu was quelled.

The once-mighty trend of overthrowing the Han dynasty had been reversed.

As the evils of heaven and earth recede.

Stopped abruptly.

Looking across the entire world, only Xiang Yun's army remained, putting up a last-ditch resistance.

"I, the King, upheld the noble cause of restoring the nation and destroying the Han, acting in accordance with the will of Heaven. How could I have ended up in this predicament?"

Inside the camp at Gaixia, Xiang Yun's double pupils glared angrily, his heart filled with resentment.

When he first raised his army, he was so full of vigor and high spirits, decisively defeating the Han army and conquering Hangu Pass under the command of nine kingdoms.

At that time, he was only one step away from Chang'an in Guanzhong and from his beloved.

Even though it was so close, he was never able to touch it.

"Xuan Luo..."

Xiang Yun then revealed the name of the general standing in front of him.

He had witnessed Xuan Luo's strength firsthand; leading a group of conscripted laborers, he had overwhelmed the Nine Kingdoms Alliance, preventing them from raising their heads.

However, it was someone else who truly delivered the fatal blow, causing the coalition forces to collapse.

"Lord Lanling, why are you interfering with me...?"

Xiang Yun's eyes were bloodshot.

The person he hates most right now is none other than Lanling Jun.

Although Lanling Jun has been dead for many years, it is precisely because of his existence that some people falsely claim to be the Heavenly Mandate Black Bird.

They persuaded the Song people to betray the allied forces and take advantage of the chaos, thus destroying the alliance of the nine kingdoms.

This forced Xiang Yun to withdraw from Guanzhong.

Return to Chu to regroup and rebuild.

From that time on, the momentum to overthrow the Han dynasty was blown away by the strong winds from the west.

The Han army swept away the fallen leaves like autumn wind, pacifying the various feudal lords.

Xiang Yun's confidants and allies scattered like birds and beasts.

Including Van Qi.

"The Emperor of Han is dead, yet you insist on following the path of a tyrant, bearing the sins of heaven and earth. But do you possess the spirit of the Emperor of Han to restore order to the world?"

After leaving these words, Fan Qi parted ways with Xiang Yun.

Xiang Yun naturally wouldn't listen.

He forcibly conscripted people from the Chu region and once again launched military campaigns to plunder various places.

This time, however, he found himself unable to get through as soon as he arrived in Suiyang.

Because a great general has arrived in Suiyang.

"Bai Jian".

Xiang Yun clenched his fist.

At first, he was both surprised and delighted, thinking that he could avenge his grandfather Xiang Hong, and launched a fierce attack.

However, he soon felt the same despair as his grandfather had felt years before.

Bai Jian's army was as immovable as a mountain, far surpassing the Han army of the past.

Xiang Yun's attack failed after a long time.

Looking around.

Xuanluo's army has already marched south, and the Xuanniao army in Song is also advancing westward.

The Chu army under Xiang Yun was ambushed from all sides.

Xiang Yun fought alone.

Ultimately, they were no match.

Even now, they have been defeated and retreated to this place, Gaixia.

"What can we do! What can we do!"

Xiang Yun sighed helplessly.

Looking around the tent.

At the end of his rope, he was abandoned by everyone.

Surprisingly, only Yu Ji remained by his side.

Why aren't you leaving yet?

Xiang Yun asked.

Yu Ji lowered her eyelids and poured wine for Xiang Yun.

"Your Majesty's noble character is admired by me. Although I know Your Majesty has someone else in your heart, I am also Your Majesty's beloved. I only wish to live and die with Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to have mercy on me..."

She drew her sword in sorrow and began to dance for Xiang Yun.

Xiang Yun stared blankly at Yu Ji, his cloudy eyes regaining a sliver of clarity.

"My strength could uproot mountains, my spirit could cover the world; but the times are against me, and my steed will not go. My steed will not go, what can I do? Yu, my Yu, what will become of you?"

He drank wine and sang a mournful song, his deep emotions turning into a sigh.

"Having Yu Ji by my side is enough; why should I bother chasing after that ethereal illusion..."

Spring of the sixth year of the Han Dynasty.

Xiang Yun led his remaining troops in a charge.

They were met with a full-scale encirclement by the Han army.

He ultimately committed suicide at the Wujiang River, joining Yu Ji in the afterlife.

The chaos that ensued after the death of the Han emperor.

This concludes the story perfectly.

……

"It's a pity that Xiang Yu, a hero of his time, ultimately perished in Wujiang, but with a beautiful woman by his side, his life was not in vain..."

Xu Xian stood by the Wujiang River, talking to himself as he gazed at the surging waters.

The drunkard Gao Yang next to him chuckled.

"Xu Sheng's assistance to Han in defeating Chu is a great achievement. When he goes to Guanzhong to claim credit, the court will surely reward him handsomely."

"No thanks, I think I'd better go lay low for a while first."

Seohyun waved her hand.

Gao Yang, the drunkard, was somewhat curious upon seeing this.

"What do you mean, Xu Sheng? If you were to say that you assassinated the Han emperor back then, given the emperor's magnanimity, he should not have blamed you."

"I only realized this recently. The Emperor of Han is dead, so naturally he won't hold me accountable..."

Seohyun's lips twitched slightly in embarrassment.

"Only my younger sister, I'm afraid she'd love to kill me..."

……

The clouds dispersed, the rain stopped, and peace returned to the land.

The long-awaited sunshine finally fell upon the land of China.

The spring breeze brings a renewed sense of life to the chaotic world.

Under the operation of the Han Dynasty court.

Order is gradually being restored in various places, and reconstruction work is in full swing.

Due to the opening of straight roads and canals connecting various places.

In addition, the development and support of Mohist technology.

The transportation of supplies and reconstruction work in various places are progressing very smoothly.

The newly built clinics also saved countless lives.

Only then did everyone realize what was happening.

"His Majesty the Emperor of Han was well-prepared for any eventuality and probably foresaw the impending disaster, which is why he has been spending so much money and resources on large-scale construction projects."

"We are truly foolish and ignorant! The Han emperor built the Great Wall to defend against the barbarian invaders; cast the Nine Tripods to protect the mountains and rivers; and erected the Twelve Golden Statues to quell the chaos and evil..."

"His merits benefit the present and future generations; he is an emperor of all ages, whose fame will last for ten thousand generations."

"It was the Han Emperor who saved the situation and restored peace and order to the world!"

The various schools of thought that once criticized the Han emperor are now impressed by him and continue to sing his praises.

The image of the autumn sunset as night fell is still vivid in my mind.

The majestic figure high above the clouds remains awe-inspiring to this day.

Everyone knew that it was the Han Emperor fighting against evil spirits to save the world from disaster.

The people regretted their past actions and built a shrine for the Han emperor, submitting to the rule of the Han Dynasty.

But what's the point of doing all this now?

The Emperor of Han is dead.

……

Guanzhong, Chang'an.

Although the chaos in all directions has been quelled, the Han dynasty has been preserved.

However, Luo Zheng had already died and had not left any offspring.

The throne of the emperor was thus left vacant.

The struggle for the throne is a complex web of power struggles among various factions.

However, these undercurrents did not flow into the harem.

The women in the harem were indifferent to this.

They were all immersed in grief over Luo Zheng's death.

It's even better than before.

……

Spring breezes have turned the south bank of the Yangtze River green again.

Su Mei walked barefoot on the cool pond, strolling among the beautiful flowers.

This is a courtyard house built for her by His Majesty the Emperor of Han.

It possesses the exquisite beauty of gardens in the Wu region.

At that time, His Majesty was also saying things that were not clear in meaning.

"The wine pool and meat forest are gone, after all, they're too dirty, but we can still have a clear spring and a sea of ​​flowers."

Then he and she splashed water in the clear pond together.

Su Mei lifted her foot, splashing up glistening water droplets.

Once the water calmed down, the clear pool reflected her image in the sunlight.

"I have successfully assassinated His Majesty; I should be happy..."

Su Mei gazed at her reflection in the water and murmured to herself.

There was no joy on his face.

Why am I so sad?

She was the daughter of the King of Wu who had been separated from her family and was adopted by a witch when she was young.

To serve Nuwa, the goddess who represents the will of Heaven.

Later, for the sake of the people, he traveled to Guanzhong and hid by the emperor's side.

Ultimately, he obeyed the will of Heaven and killed His Majesty.

To maintain the balance of the universe.

But now it seems that this was a complete mistake.

"His Majesty is the true chosen one, while I am merely a foolish woman being used..."

Two raindrops fell into the small pond, creating two ripples.

It ruined Su Mei's reflection.

But it couldn't hide the anguish and regret in her heart.

The world is full of ordinary people, but His Majesty was never swayed by her seductive glances and treated her as always.

Only here can she let go of her burdens and embrace life.

More and more rain is falling.

The calm water was completely shattered, rippling outwards along with her heart.

It was as if it resonated with her inner feelings.

The mournful sound of the zither echoed...

……

Qi Jiang started playing the zither again.

Since Luo Zheng's death, she has played a piece of music every day.

And it will always be that song, "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate".

When the music reaches a moving point.

Qi Jiang couldn't help but burst into tears.

This green zither was a token of love given to her by His Majesty.

When she first came to Guanzhong, she only wanted to become the wife of the King of Liang, and did not have much expectation of the King of Liang himself.

She simply wanted to use her talents to gain his affection and protection.

I never imagined I would invest my true feelings.

When she came to her senses, she found that she had fallen completely in love with His Majesty.

When exactly did it begin?

Qi Jiang herself was also confused.

Perhaps on the very first day, His Majesty was not bewitched by her, but instead argued with her about music and art.

She was deeply attracted to him.

"I have already composed a new piece of music, but where are you now, Your Majesty?"

Qi Jiang burst into tears.

His once melodious voice had become hoarse and low.

It didn't matter to her anymore.

Because her zither was played only for His Majesty.

Her musical soul had long been buried deep in His Majesty's heart.

It's just an empty shell, constantly playing "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate".

"I wish to be worthy of your virtue, to walk hand in hand with you. But I cannot fly with you, and thus I perish..."

……

Xu Daoyun sat by the window, listening to the distant sound of a zither.

My thoughts, however, have drifted off to who knows where.

Come back to your senses.

Spring's beauty cannot be confined within the garden walls; let the peach blossoms bloom in abundance.

It made her feel as if she had returned to that day at the academy.

She sat by the same window, watching her grandson walk through the peach blossom grove and climb up to the library.

That's how he entered her world, and from then on, they were bound by an unbreakable bond.

Little Gongsun brought her a lot of novelty and fun when she was bored.

He often talks nonsense, which sounds exaggerated.

But there's always a reason behind it.

Xu Daoyun was thus drawn to the world the other person described.

There was an unspoken understanding between the two.

She likes to sit by the window and read.

The other party was resting on the side.

Spend each beautiful afternoon in a leisurely and carefree manner.

Even after many years later when they came to Guanzhong, their attitude remained unchanged.

Aside from Tang Ning constantly coming over to bother him, dragging Xiao Gongsun to practice swordsmanship.

Or perhaps later, Qi Jiang and Song Wan would either drag Luo Zheng to listen to music or to play chess.

It's really disgusting.

"well……"

At the time, it was only common.

Xu Daoyun sighed softly.

Now that her grandson is gone, she feels that life has lost all its joy.

Even the brightest sunshine could not illuminate the darkness in her heart or dispel the painful gloom.

"I really did something incredibly stupid..."

Xu Daoyun lowered her head.

She and Luo Zheng had absolutely no understanding of each other.

Otherwise, why would they have believed the rumors, leading to Luo Zheng's death...?

The more I think about her, the more my heart aches.

She considered herself clever, but her cleverness backfired.

Now she's come to her senses.

"Xu Xianzhen deserves to die. In order to destroy and then rebuild, she actually dared to lie to me..."

Xu Daoyun said through gritted teeth, tears welling in her eyes.

She could only channel her inner pain into resentment towards others.

Only in this way could she avoid collapsing and jumping off the windowsill to end her life.

"I will definitely kill you..."

What keeps her alive now is...

Only hatred.

Xu Daoyun cursed Xu Xian in her heart.

If the curse were to work, it would probably be enough to kill Seohyun ten thousand times over.

Even so, Luo Zheng could not come back.

Xu Daoyun wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She still clung to a sliver of hope.

Based on her understanding of Luo Zheng, she knew that he was very likely aware of Xu Xian's plan and thus chose to die.

In that case, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

"Little grandson, stop pretending to be dead! Come back right now! Or I'll tell everyone your secrets, understand?"

Xu Daoyun pouted and threatened relentlessly.

Her voice trembled and trembled with sobs.

Unfortunately, no one answered.

She wiped away the tears blurring her vision.

Just then, I saw Chen tide passing by outside the palace.

……

Chen tide walked along the road, her mind heavy with worries.

She had just confirmed something with Song Wan.

Although it doesn't seem to be a secret anymore.

But as expected.

His Majesty the Emperor of Han was Lord Lanling.