The Three Teachings Converge into One: The Path of the Mortal and the Saintly is the Same

Poetry:

Laughter and chatter filled the courtyard as spring deepened, while tears streamed down my face as I bid farewell to my beloved daughter.

In a time of peace and prosperity, border troubles lurk, and the Grand Secretary, with lofty ambitions, travels to Xicen.

After Su Qingxuan, Chi Ying, and Xiao Lingxi finished visiting the Niangniang Temple Fair in Qingxi Town, they returned home, where the warmth and affection in the courtyard were even greater than before.

Although Xiao Lingxi was charming and innocent, she was not entirely ignorant of the ways of the world. During her time in the Su family, she gradually learned about human relationships and the ways of managing a household.

During the day, she often accompanied Liu Shi in doing housework, learning to pick vegetables and wash clothes. Although she was clumsy and often picked the vegetable leaves until only the core remained, and splashed water everywhere while washing clothes, wetting half of her skirt and causing many funny incidents, she could always resolve them with her clear, bell-like laughter and coquettish manner, making Liu Shi happy.

As evening approached and the sky was ablaze with the glow of sunset, she pestered Su Qingxuan to tell her stories of the northern frontier campaigns and the philosophical discussions among the three religions. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, filled with undisguised admiration and longing.

Chi Ying would often sit quietly to the side, doing needlework, occasionally adding a word or two softly when Su Qingxuan recounted details of his military life, making it all the more genuine.

The three sat together, the two elders at ease, the century-old osmanthus tree in the courtyard with its lush branches and leaves. A gentle breeze carried the elegant fragrance of osmanthus, which mingled with the faint aroma of cooking wafting from the kitchen, creating a harmonious and joyful scene of family bliss.

Looking at the harmonious and affectionate scene before her, Liu felt that the sorrow she had felt earlier because of the relationships with the women had largely dissipated.

Although she still occasionally thinks of Lin Wanqing, who said goodbye in the rain, and Xiao Lingyue, who disappeared into the mist, the warmth and laughter filling the courtyard now make her only hope that this "stolen" moment of leisure can last a little longer.

Every day, Su Wenyuan would discuss with Su Qingxuan in the study or under the osmanthus tree the ways to govern the country and bring peace to the nation, the methods to promote the unity of the three religions and their profound principles. Seeing that his son had become more calm and open-minded and had a broader and more magnificent vision after experiencing the ups and downs of the court and the iron-blooded trials of the frontier, Su Wenyuan was filled with joy and pride.

I often marvel at the wonder of time—that young boy who vowed to cultivate himself and help the world has now become a pillar of the nation, supporting half of the country, bearing the weight of the sun and moon, and caring for the common people.

These peaceful and serene days, almost unreal and beautiful, flowed by like a clear stream, and more than a month passed in the blink of an eye.

In the twenty-fifth year of Jinghe, the lingering tenderness of late spring in Jiangnan gradually faded, and the bright colors of early summer quietly permeated the air. The vegetation along the Qingxi River became increasingly lush and verdant, with all kinds of flowers blooming in a rush, and butterflies and bees dancing and buzzing.

However, this tranquil and leisurely atmosphere, immersed in the misty waters of Jiangnan, was ultimately and irrevocably shattered by the sounds of carriages and processions rushing in from afar, breaking the pastoral idyll.

That afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, its warmth spreading throughout the courtyard.

Liu sat in the shade of the porch, mending clothes in the bright sunlight, while Chi Ying quietly sewed colorful silk threads beside her. Xiao Lingxi squatted by the vegetable patch in the corner of the yard, carefully teasing the fluffy, tender yellow chicks that had just hatched under the hen's wings with a straw, her little face full of curiosity and joy.

Su Qingxuan was playing chess with his father, Su Wenyuan, at the stone table in the courtyard. The black and white chess pieces fell on the chessboard with a crisp sound. The father and son occasionally talked in hushed tones about the gains and losses of a move, their laughter light and peaceful.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from the direction of the official road outside the town. The sound of hooves was dense and steady, coming from afar and approaching in an orderly manner, with a well-trained and disciplined rhythm, which was far beyond what ordinary villagers' carriages and horses could produce. Instead, it faintly revealed a sense of solemnity and majesty of a royal procession.

Before long, the sound of hooves stopped at the alley entrance, followed by the sound of orderly footsteps landing.

Several burly guards dressed in dark-colored, narrow-sleeved brocade robes from the Prince Jing's residence, with standard-issue scimitars at their waists, escorted a middle-aged official with a black gauze hat, a scarlet official robe, and a refined appearance, as they slowly approached the mottled wooden door of the Su family's courtyard.

The leading official, with a respectful yet dignified expression, raised his hand and lightly knocked on the door with his knuckles, the sound clear.

The laughter and chatter in the courtyard temporarily subsided.

Liu and Su Wenyuan exchanged a glance, both having a premonition.

Chi Ying put down the silk thread and stood up.

Xiao Lingxi's hand, which was teasing the chicks, suddenly stopped, and the smile on her face instantly froze.

Su Qingxuan remained calm, gently placing the chess piece in the jar and straightening his robes.

Chi Ying opened the courtyard gate, and the official in scarlet robes immediately bowed and performed a standard official salute, speaking respectfully: "This humble official is the Chief Secretary of the Prince Jing's Mansion. By order of His Highness the Prince, I have come to pay my respects to Marquis Su, Scholar Su, and Madam Su, and to welcome the Princess back to the mansion."

Behind him, a group of guards bowed their heads and clasped their hands in unison, displaying the strict etiquette of the imperial residence.

Upon hearing the sound, Xiao Lingxi trembled almost imperceptibly, and the straw in her hand silently slipped to the ground. The color drained from her face, and her bright smile was replaced by panic and reluctance. Her almond-shaped eyes instantly became misty with tears.

Almost instinctively, she abruptly hid behind Su Qingxuan's tall figure, her small hands gripping the hem of his indigo robe tightly, her knuckles white, and a trembling, tearful voice escaped her lips:

"I'm not going back... I don't want to go back to the capital, or back to the Prince's mansion... I want to stay here with my aunt and Brother Su..."

Lady Liu hurriedly put down her needlework, rose to greet the guests, and gently invited the Chief Secretary and the guards to come into the courtyard to rest and have tea. Su Wenyuan also rose, stroked his beard, nodded, and remained calm.

Su Qingxuan felt a slight tremor and a tremendous pull from the hem of his clothes. He sighed inwardly, turned around, and gently placed his hand on Xiao Lingxi's slightly disheveled hair. His movements were gentle, but his voice carried an undeniable calmness and rationality:

"Lingxi, you mustn't be willful."

"The Prince must have sent his chief secretary and personal guards from afar because he has been away from the palace for a long time and is deeply worried about your safety. Your unauthorized departure from the capital has already caused your parents and elders great anxiety. Now that they know you are safe and sound, they have come to bring you home. It is only right and proper that you obey and return to serve your parents to comfort their hearts."

Seeing this, the chief secretary of the Prince's mansion quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Xiao Lingxi, who was hiding behind Su Qingxuan. His tone became even more earnest: "Princess, please understand that since you left the mansion, the Prince has been restless, unable to eat or sit still, and worried day and night, fearing that your precious body might not be able to adapt to the climate and water of Jiangnan, or that you might encounter some unexpected danger."

"His Majesty is aware of the Princess's unauthorized trip. Although he understands her curious nature and has not punished her, he has issued an imperial edict ordering the Prince to bring her back to the palace as soon as possible and safely. The Prince has instructed me to tell the Princess that if she wishes to come to Jiangnan for leisure and sightseeing in the future, she only needs to inform His Majesty and the Prince and arrange for proper ceremonial guards to escort her. She should come openly and honestly, and must not leave the residence without permission as she did today, causing her elders to worry."

The chief secretary spoke tactfully, but pointed out that the matter had already alarmed the emperor and concerned the imperial family's dignity, making it difficult to resolve.

It turned out that after Xiao Lingxi ran away from the mansion, Prince Jing, Xiao Jingyao, was initially like an ant on a hot pan, using the mansion and the resources of the capital to secretly search for her everywhere, fearing that his precious daughter might suffer the slightest mishap.

After several twists and turns, it was finally discovered that his daughter had traveled all the way south to Qingxi Town, Su Qingxuan's hometown in Jiangnan, and was safe and sound. Only then did Prince Jing feel much relieved.

However, the royal rules were strict, and for the princess to leave her residence without permission for several months was ultimately improper and unbecoming. In addition, Emperor Jinghe learned of this matter through his spies in the palace and inquired about it.

Left with no other choice, Prince Jing sent his most capable chief secretary with elite guards from the Prince's residence to greet her. Knowing that his daughter was spoiled and somewhat willful, he repeatedly instructed her to speak kindly, explain the pros and cons, and appeal to her emotions, and never to be forceful, lest she provoke her rebellious thoughts.

Xiao Lingxi's eyes were already red, and the tears that had been welling up finally couldn't bear the weight and rolled down her fair and delicate cheeks.

She gazed at every familiar blade of grass and tree in the courtyard, at the loving and motherly Liu Shi, at the wise and generous Su Wenyuan, at Su Qingxuan whom she had spent every day with and whom she admired and relied on, and at her sister Chi Ying who silently cared for her. Her heart was filled with a heart-wrenching reluctance to part.

These days in Qingxi Town were the most carefree and joyful time of her life. There were no omnipresent formalities in the palace, no suffocating rules in the royal mansion, only the warm and cozy atmosphere of ordinary people's homes and simple human relationships.

Here was "Brother Su," whom she admired wholeheartedly; Chi Ying, who was as gentle and considerate as an older sister; and her uncle and aunt, who doted on her like a daughter. She cherished this carefree warmth and feared returning to that gilded yet cold and lonely cage.

"I won't go back... If Father is angry, he can beat me, scold me, and punish me... I'd rather be punished than stay here with Aunt and Brother Su..."

Xiao Lingxi sobbed uncontrollably, her words incoherent, but her little hands gripped Su Qingxuan's clothes even tighter, as if they were a lifeline.

Seeing her weeping so bitterly, Liu felt a pang of heartache. She quickly stepped forward and embraced her, wiping away her tears with her rough but warm hands. Her voice was loving and gentle, yet it carried an undeniable truth:

"Silly child, don't talk nonsense. All parents in the world love their children the same way, wishing they could tear their hearts out. The Prince and Princess only have you as their precious daughter. They cherish you like a precious gem, afraid you might melt in their mouths or break in their hands. You've run off without a word for so long, how worried they must be! How could you only care about your own fun and keep them worrying day and night, unable to eat or sleep?"

"Listen to your aunt, obediently return to the Prince's residence with the Chief Steward first, spend some quality time with your parents, and put their minds at ease. Later, when you have the Prince and Princess's permission, or... or when Qingxuan returns to the capital, you'll have plenty of time to see each other again. Why rush things?"

Su Qingxuan also stepped forward, turned around to look Xiao Lingxi in the eye, his gaze gentle and clear, showing both the care of an elder brother and the guidance of a teacher, and said slowly:

"Lingxi, what your mother says is true. Filial piety is the foremost of all virtues. Your unauthorized departure from the manor is already unfilial. If you insist on not returning, wouldn't that cause the Prince and Princess immense grief? Royal etiquette is a model for the entire nation. As a princess, you should be even more careful in your words and actions, setting an example for all women. Your departure today is not a final farewell. I still have duties in the capital. If you have time when I return to the capital in the future, we can meet again."

His words were simple, yet every sentence hit the nail on the head, speaking of both human relationships and responsibilities.

Despite her reluctance and deep sorrow, Xiao Lingxi was no longer an unreasonable child. Madam Liu's loving care and Su Qingxuan's rational guidance touched her deeply. She knew that her impulsive runaway was already a grave mistake, and to further worry her father and mother would be unbearable.

She leaned on Liu's shoulder and sobbed for a long time, until her eyes were red and swollen and her voice was hoarse. It seemed that some of her sorrow and parting feelings were released with her tears before she could slowly calm down.

She raised her tearful eyes and looked at everyone in the courtyard with reluctance, her gaze finally settling on Su Qingxuan's calm and gentle face.

Suddenly, she remembered something and hurriedly untied a jade pendant tied with a red string from around her neck.

The jade pendant was carved into the shape of a Qilin stepping on clouds. The jade was warm and smooth like grease, and had a bright luster. It was the warm jade Qilin pendant that a wandering Taoist priest gave her when she was still a baby.

She had worn it close to her body for many years, never taking it off. She placed the jade pendant, still warm from her body, into Su Qingxuan's hand, her fingertips slightly cool, damp with tears, and sobbing as she said with utmost seriousness:

"Brother Su, this jade pendant... is for you. When you see it, remember me, remember Qingxi Town, remember us... After I return to the Prince's Mansion, I will behave well, listen to my father and mother, and not make them angry. When you return to the capital, you must come to see me..."

"Or...or tell me, and I'll come find you. You...you mustn't forget me, you mustn't forget what we talked about."

Su Qingxuan lowered his head. The Qilin pendant in his palm was warm to the touch, as if it still carried the warmth of the woman's neck and the coolness of her tears. Moreover... it had Dao intent.

He had no time to think further. He gripped the jade pendant tightly, nodded solemnly, and promised, "Alright, I've remembered. I'll keep the jade pendant; seeing it will be like seeing you in person. After you return to your residence, serve your parents well, restrain your temper, abide by the rules, and don't act willfully again. Even in the capital, I will remember the Jiangnan courtyard and Lingxi."

Xiao Lingxi then bid farewell to Liu Shi, Su Wenyuan, and Chi Ying one by one. Holding Liu Shi in her arms, she was overcome with emotion and shed tears again, rambling on and on about "Auntie, take care," "I will miss you," and "I will write to you."

Liu's eyes also reddened, and she gently patted her back, repeatedly agreeing.

It wasn't until the chief secretary of the Prince's mansion repeatedly and gently urged her that it was getting late and they needed to hurry to the inn in the prefectural city that Xiao Lingxi reluctantly walked out of the Su family courtyard, which held countless joyful and warm memories for her, turning back every step of the way.

Reaching the alley entrance, she suddenly stopped, turned around, faced the courtyard, wiped away the remaining tears on her face, and performed a deep, solemn curtsy...

At this moment, amidst the sorrow of parting, Xiao Lingxi seemed to have suddenly grown up. The sunlight stretched her slender figure long, casting it on the bluestone slab, revealing a calmness and resoluteness that was inconsistent with her personality.

After the ceremony, she didn't look back, but strode quickly to the luxurious yet understated royal carriage, and boarded with the help of a maid. The carriage curtains were drawn, blocking the view from both inside and outside.

With a soft shout from the driver, the carriage slowly began to move, its wheels rumbling over the smooth, weathered flagstones as it drove away into the distance... Only a faint sob could be heard emanating from inside the carriage.

The cheerful laughter that once filled the courtyard, the carefree joy like silver bells, has finally vanished along with the carriage in the gentle evening breeze of Jiangnan, leaving only a desolate alley.

The courtyard suddenly lost a bright, lively, and chattering figure. Although it returned to its usual tranquility, it inexplicably felt a lingering emptiness and desolation.

Liu leaned against the doorframe, gazing at the alleyway where the carriage had disappeared. After a long while, she finally looked away, letting out a soft sigh, her voice filled with pity and melancholy.

"What a wonderful girl, so kind-hearted and sincere. It's heartbreaking to see her so reluctant to part. After this separation, the mountains and rivers may separate us, and given her status, who knows when we will meet again?"

After Xiao Lingxi left, Su Qingxuan and Chi Ying remained in Qingxi Courtyard, peacefully serving their parents. Life seemed to have returned to the tranquil and peaceful state before the princess's arrival.

Every morning, Su Qingxuan would either accompany his father to recite classics and discuss their meanings, or sit quietly alone in the courtyard to regulate his breathing and cultivate his qi, experiencing the subtle realm of the integration of the three religions.

As usual, Chi Ying helped Liu with all the housework, sweeping the courtyard, cooking three meals a day, and keeping the small courtyard in good order, warm and comfortable.

In the evening, if the weather was fine, he and Su Qingxuan would often stroll along the banks of the Qingxi River, watching the sunset dye the shimmering waves golden and red, listening to the babbling water and birds returning to their nests, and talking about the fun things that happened in Qingxi Town when they were young, talking about the lonely smoke and sunset in the northern desert, and the hardships and passion of their military career.

More often than not, they simply walk side by side in silence, savoring the rare tranquility and mutual understanding in this chaotic world.

Su Qingxuan could clearly feel that within his dantian, the righteous qi of Confucianism, the innate qi of Taoism, and the compassionate Zen of Buddhism were merging more and more harmoniously and endlessly, reaching the pinnacle that this mortal world could contain.

His vital energy resonated subtly with the heavens and earth, and the barrier leading to a higher level of life was becoming as thin as a cicada's wing, with signs of ascension becoming increasingly apparent.

He knew perfectly well that he had cultivated to this point in human form, and his time in the mortal realm was running out. He had to fulfill his most important worldly wishes before his final ascension, clear away the greatest hidden danger for all living beings, and lay the foundation for peace.

Time flies like an arrow, flowing silently. In the blink of an eye, summer has arrived in Jiangnan for quite some time, with sweltering heat and the fragrance of lotus blossoms carried on the breeze.

Su Qingxuan's vacation to visit relatives is about to end.

Liu had begun packing his luggage early on. She carefully wrapped and packed the new shirt she had sewn herself with fine stitches, the uniquely flavored pickled vegetables and snacks she had made herself, as well as some special Jiangnan teas and lotus root starches, into the trunks one by one, over and over again, afraid of forgetting anything.

He kept reminding him that once he arrived in the capital, he should remember to add or remove clothing as needed, eat on time, and not ruin his health due to his busy official duties. He also advised him to remain calm in the face of adversity, not to be impatient, and not to overexert himself.

Chi Ying quietly helped tidy up, carefully putting away the several sets of personal clothing and classic items she had prepared for Su Qingxuan. She didn't say much, but her usually calm eyes were now filled with reluctance and deep concern for their impending separation.

She knew that Su Qingxuan was responsible for the world and bore heavy responsibilities, and could not stay in this gentle corner of Jiangnan for long. It was already a rare privilege that he and she could spend this time with their parents.

Su Wenyuan appeared even more solemn. He summoned Su Qingxuan to his study, where the father and son sat facing each other under a dim lamp.

Su Wenyuan held his son's hand, his gaze seemingly piercing through the years, and said in a deep voice, "Xuan'er, you are now the Grand Secretary of the court, holding the highest position among officials. On your shoulders are the expectations of the people and the heavy responsibility entrusted to the nation. I do not ask you to become famous among the princes, but only that you always prioritize the affairs of the country and keep the people in mind. You must remember the vow you made when you were young: 'Cultivate yourself, regulate your family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world.' Stay true to your original aspirations and never forget your roots."

"Whether the road ahead is fraught with thorns and treacherous shoals or adorned with flowers and brocade, we must always use benevolence as our shield, wisdom as our sword, and courage as our footsteps. We must not fail the trust and reliance placed upon us by the Emperor, nor should we fail the earnest expectations of the people of the world."

"Your father and mother will take care of everything at home. You don't need to worry about it. Just focus on fulfilling your duties and completing your mission."

As Su Qingxuan gazed at the increasingly prominent white hairs at his father's temples, at the barely suppressed reluctance and tears in his mother's eyes, and then at the surging opportunity for ascension within his own dantian, a surge of emotions—a mixture of immense guilt, endless bitterness, and profound sorrow—rushed against his heart like a tidal wave.

He lifted the hem of his robe, knelt heavily before his parents, his forehead touching the ground, his voice choked with emotion, yet every word was clear:

"Father, Mother, your unfilial child! The kindness of giving you life and raising you is as high as heaven and as deep as earth!"

"Since I was young, I have been away from home, studying in all directions. As I grew up, I served on the frontier and entered the court. The days I have spent with my parents, enjoying their company and fulfilling my filial duties, are few and far between. Now that we have a brief reunion, I must leave again due to national affairs, unable to attend to their needs for medicine or to visit them morning and evening."

"Your son...I am ashamed to be a son! I earnestly hope that Father and Mother will take good care of yourselves and not worry about your son. When your son...when your son has fulfilled his duties and brought peace to the land, he will surely return to his hometown to stay by your side, to fulfill his filial duty and repay the kindness of your upbringing!"

He kowtowed for the last time, and did not lift his head for a long time, his shoulders and back trembling slightly.

Chi Ying knelt down beside him, bowing respectfully to the two elders. Her voice was firm yet gentle: "Uncle, Aunt, no matter what lies ahead on this journey back to the capital, Chi Ying will always be by your side, doing her utmost to take care of Brother Qingxuan's daily life and protect him. I will remember your deep kindness and ask you to take care of yourselves."

The day of parting has finally arrived.

The sky was overcast, and a misty rain fell silently, wetting the white walls and black tiles, and blurring the distant mountains and nearby trees. This scene was strikingly similar to that morning when he left home as a young man to travel the world and study.

The stone steps in front of the Su family's courtyard were slippery. Liu Shi, fighting back tears, stuffed the last cloak into her luggage. Her fingers trembled as she straightened her son's neatly folded clothes. A thousand words stuck in her throat, ultimately culminating in repeated refrains like, "Take care on your journey," and "Write back often."

Su Wenyuan stood with his hands behind his back under the eaves, his expression still calm and composed. However, the look he gave his only son was as deep as the sea, containing too much unspeakable pride, understanding, and concern.

Su Qingxuan and Chi Ying bowed to their parents again to bid farewell. They rose, turned, and boarded the carriage waiting in the rain.

The carriage curtain was drawn, blocking the parents' gazing gaze. The carriage moved slowly, rolling over the rain-washed, gleaming bluestone slabs, passing through the familiar and quiet streets of the town, and crossing the mottled stone bridge over the clear stream.

Su Qingxuan finally couldn't resist, raised her hand, gently lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and looked back.

In the misty rain, the white walls and black tiles of my hometown, the deep alleys and courtyards, along with the two hunched figures supporting each other at the gate, gradually blurring and shrinking in the rain, faded away little by little, and finally disappeared completely behind the misty water vapor and the thickening rain curtain, never to be seen again.

He lowered the carriage curtain, leaned back against the carriage wall, and closed his eyes.

In the palm of her hand, the warm jade unicorn pendant given by Xiao Lingxi, the heart-shaped gold bookmark sent by Lin Wanqing that she kept close to her body, and a corner of Xiao Lingyue's handwritten copy of the Heart Sutra all seemed to become scorching hot at the same time.

Chi Ying sat quietly beside him; her very presence was a silent source of warmth and support.

In this mortal world, it seems that everything he cherished and cared about has been settled, whether it is close at hand or far away, the thread of fate still remains.

Only... only those two figures who disappeared first in the rain, his dearest relatives who gave him life, poured out all their tenderness, and protected him as he grew up, that thread of fate, in his extraordinary spiritual perception, actually... showed unprecedented fragility and wavering, as if it would silently break and disappear into the vast world at any moment.

The wheels rumbled, heading north. The gentle, misty rain and babbling brooks of Jiangnan were gradually left behind, replaced by the vast plains and smooth official roads of the Central Plains.

Along the way, one could see smoke rising from village chimneys, lush green crops in the fields, bustling markets with merchants and travelers, and peaceful faces among the people—truly a scene of a prosperous and peaceful world where people live and work in contentment.

Su Qingxuan sat in the smoothly moving carriage, mostly lost in thought with his eyes closed. The bustling and noisy outside world seemed to be separated from him by an invisible barrier. His thoughts, however, drifted to the distant west, to that vast, mysterious, and treacherous land—the Western Regions.

He recalled his first journey to the west as a young man. At that time, he had just left Jiangnan and, with the ambition of "reading ten thousand books and traveling ten thousand miles," he traveled all the way, passing through Yumen Pass and Yangguan Pass, and stepped into a world with customs very different from those of the Central Plains.

The Western Regions are vast and boundless, with desolate and majestic deserts and Gobi, and endless seas of sand. When the wind rises, sand and stones fly, and the world loses its color. However, deep in the Gobi, there are also scattered oases, with abundant water and grass, herds of cattle and sheep, and cities and kingdoms built along the water.

The local people have darker skin, high noses, and deep-set eyes. They speak different languages ​​and are generally known for their tough and straightforward nature, yet they are also simple and warm-hearted. They live a nomadic life, following the water and grass, and make a living through herding and trade. They are usually very sincere towards guests from afar.

If we can educate them with benevolence and virtue, guide them with the universal values ​​of the three religions, persuade them to do good, teach them farming and weaving, and encourage them to trade, we will surely enable the people of these countries to live in peace and prosperity and share in the peace.

However, the situation in the Western Regions was far more complex than it appeared. Numerous kingdoms existed, varying in strength, and while there was trade between them, there were also frequent conflicts over water and pasture, and the plundering of caravans.

Among them, the Tubo Kingdom was the most powerful, with a strong and well-trained army. Its Zanpu (king) was ambitious and relied on his military strength. He was unwilling to remain confined to a corner of the plateau and for many years continuously expanded his power to the east and north, bullying smaller city-states such as Khotan, Kashgar, and Kucha, forcing them to pay tribute, and even occasionally annexing them.

The Tibetan Empire repeatedly sent troops to harass and plunder caravans along the Silk Road, attempting to monopolize the profits from East-West trade and sever the connection between Bactria and the Western Regions, as well as even more distant countries such as Daqin (Rome) and Persia.

The Silk Road, this vital economic and cultural artery stretching thousands of miles from east to west, was frequently obstructed by the barbaric actions of the Tibetan Empire. Merchants were hesitant to travel, goods flowed sluggishly, and the kingdoms of the Western Regions suffered greatly, daring not to speak out against it.

The people of the Central Plains also lost many rare treasures, fine horses and spices from the Western Regions due to the blockage of the Silk Road. The border areas were also frequently disturbed by the provocations and plundering by the Tibetans, with beacon fires constantly burning, causing great distress to the soldiers and civilians.

When he traveled to the depths of the Western Regions, he studied Buddhism under the tutelage of the monk Liaochen at the ancient Dajue Temple.

In the ancient temple under the moon, with the wind rustling through the ruins, the Zen master discussed the situation in the Western Regions with him, and once sighed deeply while leaning on his staff:

"Qingxuan, look at this Western Regions. It is a vast territory with many ethnic groups, like the waist and spine of a person, the throat of the world. The Silk Road is the lifeline that connects the blood and qi of this waist and spine and nourishes all directions."

"Now, Tibet, relying on its strength, bullies the weak and blocks trade routes, like a stubborn rock blocking the throat. If the blood and qi cannot flow, the limbs and bones will eventually wither. The ambitions of its king are not limited to the Western Regions. If we allow it to grow stronger, annex other countries, and consolidate its power, it will surely become a major threat to the Central Plains in the future. When that happens, war will break out again, the people will suffer, and it will not be a blessing for the common people."

"However, governing the Western Regions cannot be accomplished solely through military conquest, which would only increase hatred and resentment. We should use virtue to influence them, guide them with culture, and benefit them with benefits, so that their hearts may turn towards the king's rule and they may abandon their tyranny. This is the only way to achieve long-term stability and peace."

"However, this path is difficult, and only those with great wisdom, broad-mindedness, and perseverance can accomplish it." His mentor's words, like a morning bell and evening drum, were deeply imprinted in Su Qingxuan's heart.

He had cultivated himself since childhood and possessed keen spiritual insight. He had long sensed that Tibet was the largest dark cloud hanging over the Western Regions and even the northwest of the Great Xia Dynasty, the deepest and most dangerous hidden worry beneath this glorious era.

Now, the northern frontier has been pacified by his personal intervention, and the policy of integrating the three religions has been implemented. By combining control and education, the region has gradually become stable and can at least maintain peace for a century.

In the imperial court, through his vigorous reforms, elimination of long-standing abuses, and promotion of virtuous and capable officials, the political climate became much cleaner. The policy of governing the country by integrating the three religions was implemented smoothly in the Central Plains and the northern frontier, the people gradually benefited, the national treasury became increasingly full, and the foundation for a prosperous era was already solid.

As long as future rulers and ministers follow this righteous path, refrain from excessive taxation and tyranny, and avoid militarism, the fact that the Great Xia Dynasty enjoyed thousands of years of peace is not an exaggeration.

Looking across the world, only in the Western Regions does Tibet reign supreme, disrupting the Silk Road, causing unrest among the various kingdoms, and unrest on the borders. If left unchecked, once Tibet has fully assimilated the kingdoms of the Western Regions and its strength has surged, it will inevitably march eastward.

At that time, the Hexi Corridor would bear the brunt, and Longyou and Guanzhong would have no peace. This hard-won era of peace and prosperity would likely be destroyed by war. This was a hidden danger that he, as the chief minister and a cultivator, could not afford to ignore.

Moreover... Su Qingxuan looked inward at himself and found that the spiritual energy of the three religions in his dantian was surging and perfect, and its resonance with the laws of heaven and earth was growing stronger every day. The barrier to ascension was clearly tangible, as if he could just concentrate his mind and draw in the guiding light to break free from this mortal body and step into a higher level of life.

Even if he deliberately suppressed his cultivation level with supreme mental techniques and remained in the mortal world, he couldn't hold on for long.

He vowed in his life to "cultivate himself, regulate his family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world," and his grand ambition was to "establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the people, continue the lost learning of the past sages, and usher in an era of peace for all generations."

If, before ascending to heaven, he cannot personally eliminate the hidden dangers in the Western Regions, open up the Silk Road, and allow the thousands of people in the Western Regions to also be bathed in benevolent teachings and share peace and prosperity with the Central Plains, then even if he ascends to heaven, there will be an irreparable regret in his Dao heart, which will become a mental demon that hinders him from going further.

As for the sealing of the Demon Lord of the Netherworld, he already had a plan in mind: through his nightly spiritual senses, there was no longer any fluctuation of demonic energy in the north, and there should be no more demonic troubles in the short term.

Therefore, once the matter in the Western Regions is settled, if there is still time, I will personally go to the far north of the grasslands to investigate in detail; if time is tight and ascension is imminent, there must be records and knowledgeable people in the Heavenly Realm about the secrets of the Three Realms and the ancient seal, and then I will seek a way to resolve it.

At present, pacifying the Western Regions, opening up the Silk Road, appeasing the various countries, and counterbalancing Tibet are the most important, urgent, and likely lasting achievements to be completed before his departure.

With this thought in mind, Su Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes. In the depths of his eyes, it seemed as if galaxies were turning and mountains and rivers were evolving, ultimately settling into a clear and firm light.

My mind is made up; there is no more hesitation.

Upon returning to the capital to meet the emperor, he immediately requested permission to be sent as an envoy to the Western Regions!

As the Grand Secretary of the current dynasty, he traveled westward with imperial authority, personally visiting that vast and complex land to promote the benevolence of the Great Xia, advance the doctrines of the three religions, forge alliances with various countries, counterbalance Tibet, and open up the Silk Road in one fell swoop. This laid the foundation for lasting peace in this glorious era and eliminated the last source of war for all people!

Chi Ying had been quietly by his side. Seeing him suddenly open his eyes and his gaze become clear, she knew he had already made up his mind. So she silently poured him another cup of lukewarm tea, handed it to him, and said softly:

"Brother Qingxuan, no matter if the road ahead is full of dangers or hell, wherever you go, Chiying will follow you to the death and never leave you."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was as steady as a mountain and as still as a deep pool, containing an unwavering conviction.

Su Qingxuan took the teacup, his fingertips touching her slightly cool fingertips. The myriad waves in his heart caused by thinking of parting from his parents and the perilous future were strangely calmed down.

He squeezed her hand in return, feeling her unconditional support and warmth. A deep warmth welled up in his eyes, and he nodded, saying, "Yes, I know. With you by my side, I feel at peace."

The carriages and horses finally arrived outside Luoyang, the capital city, a place of great significance and magnificent scenery.

Emperor Jinghe had already received news of Su Qingxuan's return. Considering his hard work and great achievements, and that he was concerned about national affairs even while returning home to visit his family, Emperor Jinghe specially issued an edict ordering the Ministry of Rites to send a high-level ceremonial guard to welcome him ten miles outside the city, as a sign of special honor.

Su Qingxuan and Chi Ying changed into their court attire at the post station outside the city. Su Qingxuan wore a first-rank crane-patterned scarlet robe, a jade belt, and a crown, exuding a magnificent aura.

Chi Ying also changed into a proper bodyguard uniform, looking elegant and dashing.

Then, the two boarded the canopied carriage prepared by the Ministry of Rites and entered Luoyang City in a grand procession with the royal entourage.

The city of Luoyang was already deserted. Upon hearing that Grand Secretary Su, who had pacified the northern frontier, reformed the court, and was hailed as a "reincarnation of a sage," was returning to the capital, the people flocked to the streets to welcome him, eagerly awaiting his arrival.

Banners fluttered and the ceremonial guards were solemn. In the center, the curtains of a carriage were lightly rolled up, and a handsome and composed young official sat upright. It was none other than Su Qingxuan.

The people cheered and applauded, and some elderly people were so moved that they shed tears, shouting "Su Qingtian" and "Living Saint".

Su Qingxuan sat upright in the carriage the whole way, frequently bowing to the people on both sides, his expression humble and gentle, without the slightest arrogance, which earned him praise from all the people.

After entering the palace, Su Qingxuan went straight to the Golden Palace to meet the Emperor. Emperor Jinghe was already seated on the dragon throne, dignified and naturally majestic.

Upon seeing Su Qingxuan enter the main hall, dressed in purple robes and a jade belt, his bearing exceptionally elegant. Despite his long journey, he showed no signs of fatigue; on the contrary, his spirit shone even brighter. Emperor Jinghe's face relaxed, and without waiting for Su Qingxuan to perform the full ceremony, he rose from his dragon throne, descended the steps, and personally stepped forward to help him up, laughing loudly:

"Minister Su, you have had a long and arduous journey! Your filial piety in returning home to visit your family is commendable. Even while you were in your hometown, you were still concerned about the aftermath of the war in the northern frontier and the promotion of the three religions. I am well aware of this and I am very pleased with your handling of the situation. You are truly my right-hand man and the pillar of the nation!" His words were earnest and his reliance on the country was evident.

Su Qingxuan bowed respectfully, his voice clear and melodious: "Your Majesty flatters me too much; I am unworthy of such praise. The stability of the northern border is the result of Your Majesty's enlightened mind, the soldiers' valiant efforts, and the people's loyalty; the smooth implementation of the three religions is also due to the concerted efforts of all the officials in the court. I have merely done my duty and dare not claim credit for myself."

After the ceremony, Su Qingxuan gave a detailed report to the emperor on what he had seen and heard during his return home. He described the people's livelihood and farming in Jiangnan, the post-war resettlement in the northern frontier, the construction of the Three Teachings Palace, and the state of education for the people. He analyzed everything in detail, with rich data and sincere words, reporting both good news and not shying away from mentioning minor problems.

Emperor Jinghe and the assembled civil and military officials listened intently, nodding occasionally and asking questions about details. They all praised Su Qingxuan for his meticulous thinking, pragmatic and capable nature, and above all, his sincere dedication to the country and its people. The atmosphere in the hall was pleasant and uplifting for a time.

After a brief conversation between the emperor and his minister, Emperor Jinghe noticed that Su Qingxuan looked travel-worn and wanted to reward him for his contributions, perhaps by bestowing upon him a higher rank and salary, or other special honors, as a sign of commendation.

However, Su Qingxuan preemptively declined all the rewards.

Immediately, his expression turned solemn, he straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and under the watchful eyes of all the civil and military officials in the hall, bowed deeply to Emperor Jinghe on the throne, until the hem of his robe touched the ground.

Then he straightened up, spoke loudly, his voice clear and melodious like gold and jade, echoing in the majestic Golden Palace, each word carrying immense weight: "Your Majesty, I have indeed returned to the capital this time for a matter that concerns the fate of the nation and the well-being of the people."

"Your Majesty, I humbly request permission to be sent on a mission to the Western Regions!"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to serve as the Grand Secretary, to travel westward with imperial authority, to personally visit the kingdoms of the Western Regions, to proclaim the benevolence and virtue of the Great Xia Dynasty, to appease foreign relations, to reopen the Silk Road, to stabilize the northwestern border of our dynasty, and to establish a foundation for lasting peace for Your Majesty and for the world!"

These words, once spoken, were like a boulder thrown into a lake, causing a thunderous explosion in the hearts of the officials in the court!

The Golden Palace fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop. The entire court, which had just been immersed in the praises of this prosperous era, was now utterly astonished, their faces changing drastically, their mouths agape, almost doubting that they had heard correctly.

Emperor Jinghe was visibly shaken; the smile on his face froze, replaced by disbelief, astonishment, and anxiety. Disregarding imperial decorum, he abruptly rose from his throne, rushed down the steps to Su Qingxuan, and reached out to help him, repeatedly saying, "My dear minister! Absolutely not! This proposal is absolutely unacceptable!"

"My dear minister!" Emperor Jinghe's voice was filled with an unusual urgency and heartache.

"What kind of place is the Western Regions? A wild and desolate land, a vast desert and Gobi, with fierce sandstorms, a long and treacherous journey! The Tibetans are even more like jackals, fierce and arrogant, defying the rule of the king, frequently robbing merchants, provoking the border, and harboring deep hostility towards our Great Xia!"

"My dear minister, are you aware that many envoys sent to the Western Regions in the past have been detained, humiliated, or even disappeared and perished! This journey is truly a perilous one, with nine out of ten chances of survival! You are the Grand Chancellor of our Great Xia, the pillar of the nation, the backbone of the country! The hopes of the people rest on your shoulders, and the complex affairs of the court depend on your leadership!"

"If you, with your precious life, were to personally venture into such a perilous place, and even the slightest mishap were to occur, how could I... how could I answer to the world? How could the court function? What would the people rely on? This is absolutely unacceptable! I will never allow it!"

Emperor Jinghe's words were stern, his concern evident, and he expressed his most pressing worry—Su Qingxuan's safety was a matter of national importance.

As soon as the emperor finished speaking, the entire court seemed to recover from their shock, and they all knelt down in a rush, kowtowing and pleading for his advice. Their words were earnest and persuasive.

The Minister of Rites, his hair and beard completely white, stepped forward shakily, tears streaming down his face: "Prime Minister Su! Please reconsider! The Western Regions are a complex place. Tibet is powerful and the other states are wavering. They have always been difficult to control. In the past, the court sent envoys mostly mid-level officials such as the Vice Minister of Rites and Assistant Ministers. Even if they were thwarted, it would not damage the dignity of the country."

"But you, Grand Secretary...you are the head of all officials, the core of the court, and the focus of the world's attention! If...if we suffer a loss in the Western Regions, not only will the nation's prestige be damaged, but the court will also be shaken, and the world will be in turmoil! This old minister implores the Grand Secretary to prioritize the well-being of the nation and to withdraw this proposal!"

The Minister of War, also with a solemn expression, stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Grand Secretary Su, although the northern border has been pacified, the aftermath has not been long. There are countless matters to attend to, such as military system reform and border troop deployment. All the important affairs of the court also require the Grand Secretary to be in charge of the central government to make overall decisions."

"If the Grand Secretary were to travel to the Western Regions, there would be no one in the court capable of taking on this important task. What if something unexpected were to happen? Furthermore, the journey to the Western Regions is not only long, but also involves deserts, snow-capped mountains, precipitous cliffs, poisonous insects, and miasma. The weather is harsh, and wars are frequent. It is not something that can be easily overcome by human effort."

"Your Majesty, I humbly request that Chief Minister Su select another capable and virtuous candidate, for the sake of stability!"

The other ministers, regardless of their faction, all agreed out of a sense of public duty.

Some suggested sending princes or dukes as envoys to show their importance; others suggested dispatching generals with elite troops to patrol the border through Yumen Pass and intimidate the Tubo, forcing them to submit.

Even more senior officials knelt before the ground, weeping blood as they pleaded with Su Qingxuan not to take the risk. The entire Golden Palace was filled with an atmosphere of worry, anxiety, confusion, and pleas.

The ministers' words were all sincere; they were concerned for Su Qingxuan's personal safety, and they deeply understood his irreplaceable role in the current court, in Emperor Jinghe, and in this peaceful and prosperous era. If he were to fall in the Western Regions, the chain reaction it would trigger would be unbearable for anyone.

Emperor Jinghe looked at the kneeling civil and military officials throughout the hall, then at Su Qingxuan, who remained bowing deeply, his expression calm yet resolute. A fierce internal struggle raged within him; he felt both regret and helplessness, and his tone was almost pleading.

"My dear minister, all your words are for the sake of the country and for your own good, and they come from the bottom of your hearts. The matter of the Western Regions is indeed important, but I can send other capable ministers and officials to handle it."

"My dear minister, you only need to sit firmly in the central government, strategize, and offer guidance. This will be the greatest contribution to the nation and a blessing to the people. I... I cannot live without you, my dear minister. Great Xia cannot live without you!" This was almost an emperor setting aside his dignity to plead for you to stay.

Faced with such favor from the emperor and such concern from his colleagues, how could Su Qingxuan's heart remain unmoved?

He slowly straightened up, his gaze clear as autumn water, slowly sweeping over the anxious, solemn, or puzzled faces in the hall, finally settling on Emperor Jinghe on the throne, who had been kind to him and was now filled with regret.

He spoke, his voice gentle and warm, full of deep affection, yet carrying a resolute and penetrating power that resonated clearly throughout the hall:

"Your Majesty's great favor and the kindness of the gentlemen, Qingxuan... is deeply grateful and will never forget it." He bowed deeply again, showing perfect manners, and then looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring straight ahead, as if piercing through the majestic palace and seeing the vast yellow sand beyond the Jade Gate Pass and the city walls and smoke of the Western Regions.

"Your Majesty worries about my safety, and you gentlemen are concerned about the gains and losses of the state. This is a deep and sincere concern from your heart, which I am deeply aware of and grateful for." He paused, his tone gradually becoming solemn and weighty, each word seemingly carrying the weight of a thousand pounds:

"However, the reason I dare to defy convention and earnestly request to travel west is not for personal fame or to display my youthful impetuosity, but truly—for the eternal prosperity of the Great Xia Dynasty, for the countless people under heaven, and for Your Majesty to establish a foundation for lasting peace!"

The sound shook the palace tiles, and the entire hall fell silent.

Su Qingxuan took a step forward, his purple robe fluttering without wind, and a majestic and awe-inspiring aura emanated from him, causing several ministers nearby to subconsciously hold their breath.

He quoted extensively from classical texts, speaking calmly and deliberately, his voice carrying through the spacious hall.

"Gentlemen, do you know that beyond Yumen Pass and west of Yangguan Pass, the Silk Road stretches for tens of thousands of miles? This road begins in Chang'an and Luoyang in the east, extends westward through Yangguan and Yumen Pass, connects the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions, and even reaches as far as India, Persia, and Daqin (Rome)!"

"This is no ordinary trade route; it is the throat of the world, the link of civilization, and the lifeline of wealth! If the Silk Road is open, the precious jade, fine horses, spices, rare items, and skills from the Western Regions can be continuously imported into the Central Plains, enriching the national treasury and benefiting the people."

"Our Central Plains' silk, porcelain, tea, classics, and etiquette can spread far and wide to the West, demonstrating our national prestige and educating distant peoples."

"Commerce and travel are constant, taxes are increasing daily, civilizations are converging and merging, the borders are secure, and the people are living in peace and prosperity—this is the sign of a golden age!"

"Conversely, if the Silk Road is blocked, the Western Regions will be coerced by Tibet into endless warfare, plundering merchants and causing widespread chaos. Our Hexi Corridor will never have peace, and the people of Longyou and Guanzhong will always live in fear, ready to fight at any moment."

"Do we wish to repeat the stories of Emperor Wu's conquest of the Xiongnu and Emperor Taizong's pacification of the Turks? Such events would lead to widespread suffering and shake the very foundations of our prosperous era. The political turmoil you gentlemen are concerned about today may very well become a tragic reality!"

His gaze was intense as he looked at the several high-ranking officials who had just spoken out against the matter, his words earnest yet sharp:

"In the past, Emperor Wu, in order to sever the right arm of the Xiongnu and open up the Western Regions, sent Marquis Zhang Qian of Bowang to explore the Western Regions. After thirteen years, he was imprisoned twice and went through several life-and-death experiences, but finally opened the Silk Road and spread the power of the Xia Dynasty in the remote lands."

"Later, Ban Chao, with only thirty-six men, pacified the Western Regions, ventured deep into enemy territory, used barbarians to control barbarians, pacified various countries, and protected the smooth flow of trade routes for thirty years. His achievements are recorded in history, and his ambition shines as brightly as the sun and moon!"

"However, what the ancients used was mostly for checks and balances and military intimidation, which were unavoidable tactics in chaotic times."

"Today, the Great Xia is blessed with Your Majesty's wisdom and virtue. Civil and military officials are devoted to your duties, and the people are loyal to you. The northern border is pacified, and the Central Plains are at peace. The nation's strength is unprecedented, and its civilization far surpasses that of previous dynasties! This is a golden opportunity to follow the path of a sage king, spread benevolence to all corners of the land, illuminate the barbaric with the light of civilization, and guide all nations with an inclusive heart. It is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity!"

"The pacification of the northern frontier can ensure peace in our northern border for hundreds of years. However, if the northwestern border is unstable and the Silk Road is not open, it is like a person with two arms. If only one arm is secured, the whole thing will be incomplete. Only when the northwest is also pacified can the world be truly at peace, and only then can the prosperous era created by Your Majesty be worthy of the word 'glorious'!"

He stepped forward again, his imposing presence like a mountain, his gaze sweeping over the assembled officials before finally settling on Emperor Jinghe's solemn and composed face. His voice grew even more impassioned, carrying the unwavering resolve and sincerity of a martyr:

"The current Tibetan king is ambitious, bullies the weak, dominates the Western Regions, and blocks trade routes. Other countries dare not speak out against him, and most of them are waiting and watching."

"If at this time, the court were to send only an ordinary envoy with imperial credentials, his words would carry little weight, and Tibet would surely underestimate the might of our Great Xia Dynasty. Other nations would also find it difficult to believe in our sincerity. Not only would it fail to appease our relations, but it might also embolden Tibet and demonstrate our weakness to the court!"

"Therefore, I request to serve as the Grand Secretary and tour the Western Regions on behalf of the Emperor!"

"This is not about taking risks, but about establishing trust!"

"Treating the Western Regions with the utmost respect demonstrates the sincere intention of our Great Xia to treat all nations as equals, exchange goods and services, and jointly build a peaceful world! Only with such utmost sincerity can we dispel the doubts of these nations and dismantle the coercion from Tibet. This is the first point!"

"Secondly, we should observe the situation and teach accordingly, guiding people towards civilization."

"In the Western Regions, where civilization has not yet flourished, some people believe in force and the law of the jungle prevails; others are obsessed with witchcraft and ghosts and do not know propriety and righteousness. On this journey, I will bring with me the Confucian classics, the profound principles of Taoism, and the compassionate teachings of Buddhism from the Central Plains, as well as books on agriculture, medicine, crafts, astronomy, calendrical calculations, and etiquette. I will personally discuss the Way with the wise men and rulers of these countries and teach skills to the common people."

"By educating their hearts with culture and virtue, making them know propriety and righteousness, admire the Chinese style, and distinguish right from wrong, then war can naturally cease without a trace. This is in line with the sage's kingly way of 'cultivating culture and virtue to attract people,' rather than the hegemonic conquest and suppression, which can achieve long-term peace and stability."

Thirdly!

Su Qingxuan's voice suddenly rose, carrying a magnificent, history-creating spirit:

"To lay the foundation for an enduring legacy for His Majesty and for future generations!"

"The pacification of the northern frontier can ensure a hundred years of peace, but after a hundred years, if the descendants are unworthy, or if there is a period of chaos, border troubles may still arise."

"However, if we can use the power of civilizational inclusiveness to subtly influence the people of the Western Regions to truly yearn for the civilization of the Central Plains, and use the Silk Road as a blood tie to build a world order of peace that transcends race and region, then the Western Regions and the Central Plains can become a whole that is connected by blood and shares weal and woe."

"Then even a thousand years from now, this land will forever be part of the Great Xia, and its people will forever be its people! This is a great undertaking that will benefit all generations and shine through the ages!"

"Your subject, Su Qingxuan, though unworthy, is willing to take this most difficult yet crucial first step for Your Majesty, for this glorious Great Xia Dynasty, and for all the people under heaven! Even if the road ahead is fraught with peril, I will proceed! My heart is as clear as the sun and moon, and my will... shall be witnessed by heaven and earth!"

Finally, Su Qingxuan turned around again, facing Emperor Jinghe, who was already in tears and trembling all over, and knelt down with a thud, touching his head to the ground, and said loudly:

"As for my safety, Your Majesty and the gentlemen need not worry too much. Since childhood, I have studied the Confucian methods of cultivating qi and self-discipline, as well as the Taoist techniques of refining qi and achieving longevity, and the Buddhist methods of understanding the mind and seeing one's true nature. I have diligently practiced these methods for many years and have achieved some minor success, which is enough to protect myself."

"During the battle in the northern frontier, amidst tens of thousands of troops, I was able to remain unharmed, as you all surely have heard. Though I am not talented, I am confident that I can protect myself, uphold the prestige of our Great Xia, and fulfill Your Majesty's mission!"

"When Confucius was trapped in Chen and Cai, he ran out of food for seven days, yet he still continued to play music and teach; the monk Xuanzang traveled alone to the west to seek the true scriptures, enduring eighty-one tribulations, facing death a hundred times without regret!"

"The sages of the past, for the sake of the Way and the common people, were willing to 'go forth even if there are thousands of people against me.' Today, for Your Majesty's country and for the peace of the world, what is there to fear even if there are a thousand difficulties and dangers?!"

This speech, drawing on classical texts and spanning ancient and modern times, progressed layer by layer from the economic lifeline of the Silk Road and the strategic security of the nation, to the foundation of civilization and education and the grand blueprint for an everlasting dynasty. It was insightful and comprehensive, and was imbued with the grand vision and pure heart of "establishing a heart for heaven and earth, establishing a destiny for the people, continuing the lost learning of the past sages, and creating peace for all generations."

The words are sincere and moving; the reasoning is thorough and convincing; the style is magnificent and inspiring!

Inside the Golden Palace, silence fell once more. However, this silence was entirely different from the previous deathly stillness of shock and panic. It was a solemn and stirring silence born of profound awe, complete persuasion, and the ignition of lofty ideals.

All the civil and military officials, regardless of their previous opposition, now showed shame, their eyes filled with unprecedented admiration, shock, and even a trace of embarrassment.

Many veteran officials were already in tears, as if they were seeing the virtues of ancient wise ministers and sages reappear in the present dynasty.

Emperor Jinghe stood beneath the imperial steps, gazing at Su Qingxuan kneeling on the ground, his back straight as a pine tree. He listened to his resounding words, especially the final vow: "For Your Majesty's empire, for the peace of the world, what fear is there of a thousand difficulties and dangers?" He felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head, and his chest was filled with indescribable complex emotions—shock, emotion, pride, and endless reluctance and sorrow.

How could he not know that every word Su Qingxuan said was true and reasonable?

The troubles in the Western Regions are indeed a deep concern for the Great Xia; the opening of the Silk Road is indeed a necessity for a prosperous era; such a monumental undertaking can only be undertaken by an extraordinary person.

But he really couldn't bear to part with him! This was not only his chief minister, but also his close friend, mentor, and nephew, the embodiment of his ideals and career!

Emperor Jinghe tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and took a deep, deep breath, as if he wanted to inhale the air in the hall along with the heavy decision he was making.

After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes. The tears in his eyes had faded, leaving only the resolute determination of an emperor and a trace of tragic grandeur. He stepped forward and personally helped Su Qingxuan up, his hands tightly gripping Su Qingxuan's arms. His voice was hoarse and heavy, yet it carried clearly throughout the hall:

"My beloved minister... your loyalty to the country, your heart for the world, your integrity and pure intentions are unparalleled throughout history! I... am not your equal! I know your mind is made up and your will is as firm as gold. If I were to obstruct you further, I would not only be betraying your loyal heart, but also failing the people of the world!"

He abruptly turned to face the assembled civil and military officials, his voice rising sharply, carrying an unquestionable imperial majesty:

"By imperial decree—the request of Grand Secretary Su Qingxuan is granted! Su Qingxuan is hereby appointed 'Ambassador of Pacification and Consolation of the Western Regions,' overseeing all matters of pacification, trade, and education in the Western Regions, and bestowed with an imperial staff, a purple ribbon and gold seal, and a robe adorned with a qilin and python!"

"Dispatch three thousand elite guards from the Imperial Guards to accompany and protect you. Furthermore, instruct the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Revenue, and the Ministry of Works to immediately select capable officials, interpreters, physicians, and artisans as deputy envoys and attendants. Prepare all necessary ceremonial items, supplies, provisions, books, and gifts, and have them ready within five days. Choose an auspicious day to send Minister Su off on his westward journey from the capital!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qingxuan knelt down again, his voice booming and piercing the heavens: "Your subject—Su Qingxuan—accepts the imperial decree and expresses his gratitude! I will certainly not fail in my mission, pacify the Western Regions, ensure the smooth flow of the Silk Road, secure our northwestern frontier, and live up to Your Majesty's trust and the expectations of the people!"

"Your Majesty is wise! Chief Minister Su is loyal and brave, long live! Long live! Long live!" At this moment, all the civil and military officials had no objections. They were sincerely convinced and knelt down in unison. Their shouts of "Long live the Emperor!" shook the entire palace and soared to the heavens.

Emperor Jinghe personally handed the golden scepter, representing the emperor's authority, to Su Qingxuan. The tassel at the top of the scepter swayed slightly in the sunlight streaming through the palace gates.

Su Qingxuan stood holding the staff, dressed in purple robes and a jade belt. His posture was as upright as a mountain. The unique aura that blended the magnanimity of Confucianism, the naturalness of Taoism, and the compassion of Buddhism was perfectly integrated with the staff in his hand, which symbolized the prestige of the country. Its inner radiance was so powerful that people dared not look directly at him.

He knew that the journey to the Western Regions would be anything but smooth. Desert sands, treacherous snow-capped mountains, the fierce and unruly Tibetans, the unpredictable intentions of other states, and countless unknown hardships awaited him. Yet, with the common people at heart, a heart set on peace, a mind filled with ambition, and the power to govern, he was determined to conquer even the most dangerous and dangerous places!

Once this journey is successful, the Western Regions are at peace, and the Silk Road is unobstructed, he will have fulfilled his greatest wish in this world and can then pursue the Great Dao with peace of mind.

And this world will eventually usher in a true and comprehensive era of peace and prosperity, and all people will finally enjoy lasting happiness.

That night, in the study of the Grand Secretary's residence.

The imperial golden scepter stood quietly beside the weapon rack, its luster shimmering calmly and majestically in the candlelight. The qilin and python robe had been carefully put away, and the purple ribbon and gold seal sat on the table.

During the day, the Grand Secretary Su, who delivered impassioned and grand speeches in the imperial palace, now stood alone by the window.

Outside the window, the moonlight was pale and the Milky Way sparse. The early summer night breeze, carrying the dry scent unique to Luoyang, drifted through the window and ruffled his loose hair.

...and even that couldn't dispel the deep, unyielding melancholy and sorrow between his brows.

In the imperial court, he was a pillar of the nation, a wise and virtuous chief minister whom everyone respected.

He must be firm, decisive, and fearless, demonstrating sufficient confidence and strength for the monarch, his colleagues, and the people of the world.

Only in the dead of night, in this world that belongs only to him, do those emotions that have been forcibly suppressed and imprisoned burst forth like caged beasts breaking free of their cages, roaring and overwhelming him.

He absolutely had to go to the Western Regions. It was his responsibility as the Grand Secretary, part of his grand ambition for spiritual cultivation, and a mission he had to complete. He was even more than 80% confident that he could retire successfully after achieving his goal.

But a premonition that terrified him more than any desert storm or Tibetan cavalry coiled around his heart like a cold, venomous snake, tightening ever more—

After this journey, regardless of the success or failure of the Western Regions, his connection with this world, with the mortal realm, and with his dearest loved ones in this life will probably... truly come to an end.

Having reached such a level of cultivation, transcending the ordinary and entering sainthood, he has developed an almost instinctive sensitivity to the causes, fates, and the pull of energy in the unseen world.

It wasn't a clear prophecy, but a vague yet incredibly real "knowledge".

He could "see," or rather, "sense," the invisible "lines" connecting him to most of the important people and events in the world—

The bond between her and her revered master, Daoist Xuanqing, was serene yet resilient, revealing the detachment and deep affection of someone from beyond the secular world.

The connection between him and Master Liaochen was compassionate and profound, seemingly piercing through the cycle of reincarnation.

Between Chi Ying and Chi Ying, the thread was tight and warm, intertwining a vow to follow each other through life and death and a deep affection that flowed silently.

Between him and Lin Wanqing, the thread was elegant and long, tied to words and principles, and lingered with the melancholy of not being able to find a kindred spirit;

Between him and Xiao Lingyue, the line was lonely and profound, containing a prayer before Buddha and a silent gaze from the deep palace;

Even with Xiao Lingxi, who was lively and carefree and had just left Qingxi, the connection was clear and vibrant, pulsating with unreserved sincerity.

These threads are still there. Some are strong, some are weak, some are bright, some are dim, but they are all truly connected, indicating that the fate is not over, and there may be a time when they meet again and come to an end in the future.

But… those two threads, which should have been the thickest, strongest, and warmest, the ones that gave him life, shaped his initial form, and were connected to him by blood and with the deepest karmic ties—

The two threads connecting the father, Su Wenyuan, and the mother, Liu Shi—

In his spiritual perception, it had become so fragile, so precarious, so...dim.

Like a flickering candle in the autumn wind, it will be extinguished completely in the next moment; or like a taut string, it will snap with a clang at the slightest touch.

Why?

Su Qingxuan gripped the window frame tightly, his knuckles turning white. An unprecedented, heart-wrenching pain suddenly seized his heart and spread to every part of his body.

Since he began his spiritual practice, he has experienced countless life-and-death tribulations, seen through the wickedness of people's hearts, and believed that his mind and nature had been cultivated to a state of perfect harmony and clarity, unmoved by the eight winds.

But it wasn't until this moment, until he clearly "foresaw" that his connection with his dearest parents was about to end, that he was horrified to discover that he was still a long way from the legendary state of transcending emotions.

This pain is so real, so sharp, so... mundane.

He thought of his mother, Lady Liu.

She recalled how, when he was sick as a child, she stayed by his bedside all night, wiping his forehead again and again with a damp cloth, humming an off-key Jiangnan folk song.

I remember her sewing under the lamp, in the dim light, stitch by stitch, sewing all her love and expectations into the clothes;

I remember her busy figure standing in front of the stove, her nagging instructions, and her red, swollen eyes as she watched me leave home, trying to hold back her tears... "Xuan'er, come back soon."

"Xuan'er, Mother made your favorite osmanthus cake."

"Xuan'er, take good care of yourself out there..."

Those sounds echoed in my ears with unparalleled clarity.

He thought of his father, Su Wenyuan.

I remember him teaching me how to hold a pen and write, reciting "At the beginning of life, people are inherently good";

I recall him under the osmanthus tree, explaining the classics to me and discussing the way to govern the country, his eyes always filled with pride and expectation;

I recall his silent and steadfast figure, and the deep worry and unspoken support he showed when he learned the truth about his origins and shouldered heavy responsibilities.

I recall the moment we parted, when he stood under the eaves, his gaze so intense, as if he wanted to etch my image into his heart…

"My son aspires to rule the world; this brings me great joy."

"Just follow the right path, and don't worry about the future."

"Everything in the house is thanks to my father."

Tears, without warning, gushed out.

The scalding liquid slid down her cool cheeks, dripped onto her front, and quickly seeped into a dark stain.

Su Qingxuan didn't raise his hand to wipe it; he just gritted his teeth, letting the salty liquid flow freely. A lump was stuck in his throat, and suppressed sobs pounded in his chest, but he couldn't make a sound.

He recalled the vow he made when he left home as a young man, and his grand aspiration on the path of cultivation: to serve all living beings.

Yes, for the sake of all living beings.

These people are the starving and freezing in the northern frontier, the tribes in the western regions oppressed by the Tibetans, the common people in the central plains yearning for peace, and countless beings struggling to survive in this mortal world. This love is vast, selfless, and the cornerstone of his Daoist heart.

But must this great love always come at the cost of sacrificing the small love one has for one's closest relatives?

Is the path of cultivation destined to be a dead end, constantly stripping away family ties, friendships, and love, ultimately leading to loneliness and isolation?

He thought of Master Xuanqing, who traveled the world without any attachments; and of Zen Master Liaochen, who lived a life of quiet contemplation, compassionate yet distant.

Is this the destiny of cultivators?

No, it is not.

He cultivates himself not to become a heartless and desireless stone, nor to look down upon all living beings from a high place.

He cultivates himself so that he may have the ability to protect the beauty of this world, to protect the precious relationships, and to protect the ordinary yet great love like that of his parents.

But why is it that when he gained the power to protect, the first thing he had to face was the inevitable departure of the person he desperately wanted to protect?

He knew that from the moment he learned of the seal left by his ancestor Su Sheng and the special mission he bore, his path was destined to be different from that of ordinary people.

He knew that from the moment he made the grand vow to "create peace for all generations," he had to be prepared to sacrifice much of his personal happiness.

He knew that from the moment his cultivation improved day by day and he sensed the opportunity to ascend, the gradual severing of his ties with mortals was part of the cycle of the Heavenly Dao.

Rationally, he understood everything, comprehended everything, and could even calmly view it from a detached perspective.

But emotionally... the heart doesn't listen to reason!

It just throbbed dully, one pain after another, for the impending, irreversible farewell, for the lifelong regret of not being able to be by one's parents' side to fulfill one's filial duties and see them off in their final days, for the ultimate human pain of "wanting to care for one's parents but finding them no longer there"!

"Father... Mother..."

He faced south, towards Qingxi Town, and silently, painfully, moved his lips, tears flowing even faster.

He could almost see his elderly parents in their small courtyard in their hometown, longing for their son's return day after day, but the son they were waiting for might never... return.

He slowly knelt down, facing south, and kowtowed heavily, again and again. His forehead touched the cold, smooth floor tiles, making a dull thud.

This is not the etiquette a subject shows to a king; it is a son's deepest repentance and farewell to his parents.

Every knock is an expression of unspeakable guilt; every knock is a heart-wrenching reluctance to part; every knock is a resolute decision made out of helplessness.

He knew that when the sun rose tomorrow, he would still be the calm, wise, and confident Chief Minister Su, preparing for the westward journey with high spirits, reassuring his colleagues, and comforting the emperor.

All the weakness, pain, and confusion must be locked away in this study, locked away in this unknown night.

Because he is Su Qingxuan. Because he chose this path.

The tears gradually dried, leaving his eyes dry and stinging. Su Qingxuan slowly raised his head, his face still wet with tears, gleaming coldly in the moonlight. But his eyes gradually struggled out of extreme pain, revealing something deeper.

It was a calm acceptance of fate, a resolute determination to carry on despite all burdens, and a compassion that integrated personal love into universal love and transformed personal grief into eternal motivation.

He stood up and walked to his desk.

On the table, besides the gold seal, there lay quietly the warm jade unicorn pendant, the heart-shaped gold bookmark, and a corner of the yellowed Heart Sutra.

His gaze slowly swept over them, finally settling on the empty night sky to the south.

"If one cannot reconcile the great love for all living beings with the small love for one's parents..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse, yet unusually clear—

"I choose love. This is my mission, my path, and... the final and best way I can repay your love."

"May my journey truly bring peace and prosperity to all people. May this peaceful and prosperous world protect countless parents like you, granting them longevity, health, joy, and safety."

"Father, Mother, please forgive your child... I can no longer fulfill my filial duties in this life."

He closed his eyes, swallowing back the last sob.

When I opened my eyes again, all that remained was a bottomless, silent sorrow, and beneath that sorrow, an unwavering light as steadfast as the stars.

Outside the window, the Milky Way gradually faded, and dawn broke in the east.

A new day is about to begin. The long journey westward is about to commence.

It is:

The princess's tears soaked her spring dress as she bid farewell, while the chief minister's impassioned plea shook the imperial palace.

The thread of fate will soon leave the loving mother's hand; this heart has already been entrusted to the people.