e sovereign led troops in person to quell the rebellion.That year, the former crown prince was imprisoned and the new crown prince had just been installed. His position as heir apparent was unstable.T...May the light of the nation illuminate the city.

The city's garrison commander, Shizeno, is in a very awkward position lately.

When he "bravely exposed" the plague in Yang, Yang was still a steadfast ally of Qi. His actions were not without the intention of secretly undermining Qi's power.

However, to everyone's surprise, the state of Qi used this as an excuse to directly send troops to Yang. They turned their nominally subordinate state into actual Qi territory.

Therefore, Shizuno's actions became "lacking in awareness" and "disregarding the overall situation" in the mouths of some people.

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The root cause lies in the fact that after Rong Guo transformed into Qi, it bordered directly with Qi, becoming like a bedmate.

> The situation in Yang Guo today seems to be the same as what Rong Guo will face tomorrow.

Although the hegemon of the Central Plains, Jingguo, and even Mu Guo in the Northern Region, secretly supported these small countries in the Eastern Region. Just as Qi Guo also supported some small countries in the Central Plains and Northern Regions.

However, when the State of Qi truly came with overwhelming force, sending renowned generals like Chong Xuan and Liang to lead the expedition, would either Mu or Jing really have the confidence to engage in a national war against the State of Qi in the Eastern region

Yang Jiande poured all his national resources into this decisive battle because he knew only a victory could win him more support.

Could Yang Jiande's level of tolerance be truly replicated by Rong Guo, who has the ability to switch places at will

This answer seems chilling.

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Without mentioning how the imperial court secretly strengthened its border garrisons and fortresses, the Battle of Qiyang ceased, and the border between Yangrong and the two countries seemed calm.

The common people mostly only worry about their three meals a day and don't care much about the affairs of the world.

On the second floor of a certain inn in the city, an ordinary-looking young man stood by the window, gazing at the pedestrians on the street, lost in thought.

"Their lives were still so peaceful, unaware of the approaching danger, oblivious to what the future held. Perhaps ignorance was a form of happiness,"

In the room, Liu Huai, with a mustache stuck to his face, sat by the table and coldly said upon hearing this: "They are all fools and low-lives! When the Qi army attacks, they will all bow their heads and beg for mercy, even worse than dogs."

The man looking out the window was naturally Yang Xuance.

When Liu Huai said this, he simply shut the window: "As for ordinary people, what difference does it make whether the ruler's surname is Yang or Jiang Perhaps life would be even more stable if the king were surnamed Jiang."

Liu Huai looked at him in shock and anger, but thinking this was the last bloodline of the Yang family, he could only say: “You… how can you speak like that”

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Yang Xuanze walked back and sat down at the table, pouring himself a cup of tea: "What's wrong Yang Guo is gone, but you still can't bear to hear the truth"

“Young master, be quiet!” Liu Huai urged urgently. “We must not be careless now. This old slave’s life is insignificant, but yours is of great importance!”

"Look at us," Yang Xuance smiled wryly, "We're like bereaved dogs, not even daring to show our true faces. We can't even speak our real names, let alone reveal our past identities. If we're like this, how can we expect ordinary people to be loyal to the country"

Liu Huai was speechless.

"In this world, no one owes anyone anything. Who should those 200,000 soldiers who died under the butcher's knife blame Should they blame my father"

“Your Majesty has already poured out the last drop of blood for the country, how can you...”

Yang Xuance broke off his words: “Seek benevolence and receive benevolence, that is all.”

"Alright, alright." Liu Huai felt a little disheartened, but after a moment's pause, he still took out a golden stone and an ancient beast-skin scroll from his storage box.

“This is what I brought out from the palace. Which one do you want to learn”

This is a test.

The beast skin record, inscribed with blood, has endured countless years. The sanguine red remains as vivid as ever. A mere glance at these bloody words instills a shudder from the depths of one's soul, revealing the terrifying power they contain.

This is the Extinction Emotion and Desire Blood Demon Technique.

However, Yang Xuance only glanced at it and then looked away, his gaze falling upon the golden stone.

Suddenly laughed: “The Great Sun Golden Flame Decision, in the past, how could I have ever touched it”

The Daytime Golden Flame Secret Manual, a secret transmission of the Yang family, was passed down only to princes. Back then, Yang Xuanji was also considered the undisputed heir apparent after learning this skill.

Once you have mastered this skill, you will be considered a descendant of the Yang family's ancestral temple.

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However, today's Yang family ancestral hall has already been "spontaneously" demolished by the people of Zhao Heng City before the army marched in. How can they bear this There is nowhere to hold sacrifices!

The reason why discerning people don't believe this "spontaneous" claim is because it was during the time when Huang Yixing, who was known for "saving the people and pacifying them," was running around in Hengyang County persuading Yang clan to surrender. They destroyed the Yang clan ancestral temple without even waiting for the Qi army to make a move. This became his one "achievement."

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However, the state of Yang has already been destroyed, and all horses are silent. As for the state of Qi, it would not say anything about this, only to be happy to see it come to pass.

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Liu Huai waited quietly for his decision.

But Yang Xuance just shook his head and no longer looked at the golden stone.

"My father's abilities surpass mine a hundredfold. There are things he cannot do, and I certainly cannot."

As a member of the Yang family bloodline, learning the Great Sun Golden Flame Technique is to inherit responsibility.

He thought to himself that if he were to switch places with his father, King Yang Jiande, at most he would be more lenient towards the people and perhaps gain some popular support. But to continue the dynasty under the watchful eye of the State of Qi was simply impossible.

Let alone the fact that at this time, the country is in ruins. To think of rebuilding the ancestral temple would be as difficult as expecting the ancestors and forefathers of the Yang family to come back to life!

To his surprise, Liu Huai only said, "Your Majesty said he wouldn't ask you to do anything. Only one thing, he asked the old servant to give this object to you."

A dragon pendant was simply placed on the table.

At a glance, it's recognizable as Yang Jiande's personal accessory.

How many times had he hidden beside his mother, secretly raising his head to look at that majestic yet cold man He could only ever see a side profile and this dragon pendant!

Was the heartache and gaze of that time noticed

Yang Xuance dodged all of it, not looking at anything. He only lowered his head to look at the teacup. But from the surface of the water in the cup, he saw his own eyes, which he didn't know when they had become red.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he seemed remarkably calm. He reached out and grasped the jade pendant, along with the golden stone that symbolized the Great Sun Golden Flame Decision.

"There's no need to talk about loyalty, righteousness, and patriotism. The only debt we Yangs owe is to the people of Yangguo, not the other way around."

“You are free.” he said to Liu Huai.

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To this day, he is the only one who remains utterly loyal to Yang Jiande. Yang Xuance has never held much fondness for this eunuch, but with the country gone, there's no need to be bound by matters of state anymore.

Having said that, Yang Xuan策 got up and walked out.

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Liu Huai only asked, "What are your plans, young master"

"Although restoring the temple and ancestral shrines is unlikely to happen..." Yang Xuance paused his steps for a moment, then walked out further: "But as a son, one must do something for their deceased father."

Yang Xuance left.

Closing the door to the guest room, Liu Huai closed the door on his last hope.

Although he himself knew, that so-called "hope," was how faint.

...He suggested hiding just outside the border of Yang Kingdom, in Rong Guo's border city.

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That absurd experience living in the Tianxia Building gave him some insight into how to conceal his whereabouts.

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Liu Huai himself was completely directionless.

Yang Jiande's last wish was for him to find Yang Xuance and take him away from the Yang kingdom, but he didn't say what should happen next.

If he had to have a goal, he wanted the Yang family to be restored to power, he wanted the Yang family temple to remain prosperous, and he wanted Yang Jiande to rest in peace under the nine springs, with an unbroken line of incense offerings.

But deep down, he understood that what Yang Jiande had never accomplished in his lifetime was even more impossible after his death.

Even Yang Xuance, the only one qualified to continue the Yang clan ancestral temple, remained indifferent to this grand scheme.

What could a former eunuch who had lost both his master and his country possibly do

You are free.

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Yang Xuance, as the sole surviving bloodline of Yang Jiande, declared his freedom.

However, what is "freedom"

That period of cautiously waiting, step by step, wasn't it also "freedom"

How many years have I been in the palace I've lost count.

I distinctly remember that back then, the emperor was still just a prince. When he entered the palace to pay his respects, his bearing was unlike anyone else's. He strode with the confidence of a dragon and tiger, as if he were the master of this place.

As it turned out, he almost uncontestedly ascended the Dragon Throne.

The prince, with covert support from the state of Qi lurking behind him, couldn't even muster a ripple in front of him.

He also remembered, Your Majesty had once seen him in the palace and said he looked familiar, so he casually chose him to serve him.

Of course he remembered, at the first grand assembly after his accession, His Majesty had told him that this country was rotten to its core, but even a rotten fruit, he would make it take root and sprout, growing into a towering tree!

He remembered when the prince was first born, he had seen the king weep for the first time.

The sovereign, weeping, said: "When I have passed a hundred years, I shall not allow my son to be like this!"

However...

He remembered how the monarch had once been full of vigor and charisma, and how he had gradually declined.

He witnessed it all, felt it all, and chewed on it all.

Now, the king is gone, the prince is dead, and the young prince has also left.

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The vacant guest room was eerily still, save for the beast skin scroll on the table, which still pulsed with a bloody light.

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Liu Huai mumbled his lips, finally unable to even let out a sigh.

What frightened him was that he found his eyes involuntarily drawn to the animal skin scroll. And the scroll, unknown to when, had silently unfurled.

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Heart-Extinguishing Desireless Blood Demon Art...

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What terrified Liu Huai was not the fact that this demonic skill was so inhumane, so terrifying, so deserving of being universally condemned. Rather, he discovered that he was unable to resist the urge to learn it.

He had no family or friends, and he wasn't afraid of losing his emotions. But if there was anything that still held him back, it was the desire to protect Yang Xuance according to Yang Jiande's last wishes.

He had witnessed how Yang Jiande slaughtered members of his own clan and killed his own children.

Just like Yang Jiande, men of great talent and ambition, ultimately met with this fate. If he had practiced this demonic art, one day he might even have to kill Yang Xuance himself, severing the only bond that held him back.

The thought only lingered briefly in his mind, yet it unsettled him.

That is the only remaining bloodline of Your Majesty, how could he...

Liu Huai formed claws with his hands and poured in Dao Yuan, immediately tearing the beast skin scroll into numerous strips.

Even so, he still couldn't rest assured. He then brought out a blazing fire and burned the beast skin that recorded the magic arts to ashes.

However...

He was terrified to find that the blood characters on the beast skin scroll were so clearly imprinted in his mind. The Demon Art of Extinction and Desirelessness, every single character was memorized!however, were very calm, like those of an ordinary old man stretching his limbs. He gently swept his open palms in front of him. The impression he gave was that any larger movement would break his old...