Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Chen Shao traversed the rooftops, and just after leaving the Prime Minister's residence, someone appeared in front of him without him noticing.

Dressed in a black outfit, only his eyes were visible.

"How dare they steal from the Prime Minister's residence!"

Chen Shao took a closer look, then his face lit up with surprise, and he blurted out:

"Qin Ling Shuang!"

The man in black was clearly taken aback and looked down at his head-to-toe black clothes.

"You can still recognize me even though I'm all bundled up like this?"

"...You bear the most affectionate red thread of the Ming Dynasty," Chen Shao said, pointing to the other's chest with a smile.

"You're the only one in the entire capital who can fit in this size and also scale walls and roofs."

The pretty face behind the black headscarf darkened.

"lecher."

He made a move to draw his sword.

Chen Shao waved his hand: "I was just joking around. What are you doing here?"

"If you, Chen Shao, can come, why can't I, Qin Ling Shuang?"

"If you don't tell me, I'm leaving."

Qin Ling Shuang ripped off her hood, revealing her flowing black hair, and stomped her foot.

"Follow me!"

......

The two appeared one after the other in a cemetery in the west of the city.

Qin Ling Shuang stopped in front of one of the very low graves, lifted her robe, knelt down, and kowtowed three times.

The moonlight was serene, and Chen Shao tactfully stood aside without making a sound.

"Do you know whose grave this is?"

This must be your father's, but this is the time for the other party to vent their emotions.

He was determined to win over Qin Ling Shuang, and today was a good opportunity.

Chen Shao shook his head, pretending not to know.

"Of course you don't know. As the Emperor of Great Yan, how could you possibly come to a place like this and concern yourself with the affairs of such common people?"

Qin Ling Shuang stood up, her back to Chen Shao.

The night breeze ruffled my hair, a few strands clinging to the corners of my mouth.

"This is my father's cenotaph."

"In the third year of Qing'an, Chen Yuan made peace with the Northern Barbarians, ceding all three prefectures and seventeen counties in the north to them."

"My father, Qin Fengxiao, was then an official in the Ministry of Revenue. He submitted three imperial edicts written in blood, saying that the ancestral lands should not be abandoned, that the Northern Barbarians were greedy and insatiable, and that ceding land would only bring three years of peace, after which the iron cavalry would still come south."

Qin Ling Shuang's voice was soft, yet every word was like a knife.

"The treacherous minister Han Cao drafted charges against my father that very night."

"He secretly colluded with the Northern Court, plotted a rebellion, and was disloyal and unfilial; his entire family should be executed."

"The entire Qin family was executed. I was only ten years old that year. An old servant in the family dragged me out from a hole in the back wall and carried me as we ran and ran... until we finally collapsed at the foot of Black Wind Village."

"It's ridiculous that the imperial court can't tolerate loyalty, but Black Wind Stronghold has accepted me."

"The old chieftain took me in and passed on all his martial arts skills to me."

The moonlight shone on her lonely figure, making her appear even more desolate.

The surface of the monument was covered with a thin layer of sighs, which rustled in the wind, like someone sobbing softly.

Qin Ling Shuang took out half a flask of wine from her waist, uncorked it, and slowly poured it in front of the monument.

"The grass grows lush on the desolate graveyard, the moon hangs low before the wordless tombstone, who remembers the place where the loyal minister is buried, the wind and rain of last night sound like war drums."

"This poem was written by my mother on the prison wall after she bit her finger before her execution."

"There is a monument, but no one comes to pay their respects. There are only weeds and wind and rain. When my father died, the sky did not collapse and the earth did not sink."

"The sun rose as usual on the second day, and people were still selling steamed buns on the street, and people were still holding official positions."

"His passionate blood, spilled on the land of Da Yan, is not even worth as much as a pig."

"Han Cao killed far more than just my family."

"In those seventeen counties that were ceded from the north, how many people wept on both sides of the official road, fleeing south with their families?"

"But what happened? Han Cao is still alive and well. For more than ten years, Han Cao has enjoyed high-ranking official positions and great wealth, and his whole family is rich and powerful."

"They don't even dare to write a single word on my father's grave. In this world, the loyal are buried underground, while the wicked are still alive in their parents' homes."

Qin Ling Shuang suddenly turned her head.

This time, however, he was no longer the resolute Black Wind Chieftain.

She is more like an ordinary woman seeking justice for her elderly father.

She slowly knelt down.

A stack of documents was held high above his head with both hands.

"His Majesty."

"Your Majesty, we beg you to uphold justice for the Qin family! Loyalty must not be unjustly denied!"

"I could assassinate Han Cao myself; I've had plenty of opportunities. But so what?"

"He's dead, but my father is still a traitor who colluded with the enemy, and the entire Qin family is still a lonely soul in a mass grave."

"Those who were killed by Han Cao are still recorded as rebels in history books."

"Killing him was never my goal, Qin Ling Shuang's goal. My goal is to let my father rest in peace."

"Since Your Majesty has been able to bring order to this chaotic world, please restore a bright and clear world to it."

Chen Shao helped her up.

Chen Shao knew that Han Cao had ruined the country and was secretly colluding with the Northern Barbarians. The reason he had kept Han Cao around before was that Chen Shao was fighting in the south and north and did not want the court to collapse immediately.

Now his prestige has increased exponentially, and he has unknowingly taken control of the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of Revenue.

No matter how many followers Han Cao has, he can't stir up any trouble. People only care about interests, not so-called factions.

Now, the witchcraft case presents an opportune moment to take action against Han Cao.

"Miss Qin."

"I will reinvestigate the matter of Lord Qin. History is as ironclad as the heavens, and his loyal spirit will never be extinguished."

"Especially during my reign, the blood of loyal ministers will not be shed in vain; every drop of blood will become a thunderclap for future generations."

History may remain silent for a time, but it will never fail the loyal and brave. Their blood, though buried in the earth, will eventually blossom into a magnificent flower.

"Black Wind Stronghold was able to uphold righteousness at the critical moment thanks to you. If your father could know this in the afterlife, he would know that his daughter did not disgrace the Qin family."

"I will give the Qin family an explanation within two days."

"As for now, there's another big show to watch quietly."

"Your Majesty..." Qin Ling Shuang looked at Chen Shao in shock.

The latter waved his hand and said, "Stop being sentimental. We're all just people of the martial world. There's no need for thanks. If you really feel bad about it, you can repay me with your body."

Qin Ling Shuang: "..."

"It's getting late, let's go back."

After Chen Shao finished speaking, he turned and left. Qin Ling Shuang, not even having time to feel touched, hurriedly followed him.

"Your Majesty, you..."

"I need to go to the Prime Minister's residence again."

The two had only taken a few steps when they suddenly stopped in their tracks, startled.

They all felt as if poisonous snakes were crawling behind them; it was the feeling of being watched closely.

The two of them turned around abruptly.

But then he saw three men in black standing behind him, each holding a knife in both hands.

The blade is slender, longer than swords from the Central Plains, and has a strange curve.

Chen Shao recognized it as a Japanese sword at a glance.

Qin Ling Shuang smiled coldly beside her:

"Plagiarized Tang swords? Are you Japanese from the coast?"