Although disturbed by Wei Yun, the visit to the Goddess Temple still had to proceed. The palace attendants led Wei Yun into the palace. As he descended the mountain, he saw Wei Qiu and Wei Xia still in a standoff with the guards. He smiled and said to those beside him, "These are my attendants. I hope you can overlook this."
The ceremonial officer nodded, and only then were Wei Qiu and Wei Xia released. Afterward, everyone was sent back to the guesthouse, with only Wei Yun following the ceremonial officer into the palace.
By the afternoon, the King of Xining had returned to the palace with his ministers and summoned Wei Yun to the grand hall. Upon entering, Wei Yun respectfully greeted the King of Xining. Several ministers were present, likely all influential figures in Xining. Wei Yun glanced around and greeted them as well.
"Earlier, the Prince of Peace said that within three years, Xining would surely fall. What did he mean by that?"
"Your Majesty, how do you compare the national strength of Xining and Chen?"
"About the same."
"Not so," Wei Yun stated decisively. "Chen is located at the intersection of Xining and Great Chu. Despite years of conflict on both fronts, it has managed to hold its own against Xining. How can Your Majesty believe their strengths are equal?"
"How dare you!"
A minister shouted angrily, but the King of Xining raised his hand and said calmly, "Continue."
"Chen is impoverished but fierce and skilled in battle, while Xining is wealthy yet conservative. Over the years, conflicts with Chen have mainly been wars of attrition. If not for the Chu family of Luozhou restraining Chen, how could Xining have reached this day? Yet now, Zhao Yue, to incite Chen to mobilize troops and contain Chu Linyang, has purchased Chen's grain at exorbitant prices. Once Chen faces a grain shortage, what does Your Majesty think Chen will do?"
"Will they declare war?"
The King of Xining frowned. Wei Yun replied calmly, "With little grain, Chen has two options: either wage war against Luozhou to seize supplies and sustain itself, or attack Xining. Either way, it concerns Xining directly."
"Ridiculous," a minister stepped forward and sneered. "If Chen attacks Luozhou, what does that have to do with Xining?"
"Do you still not understand?" Wei Yun laughed. "Chen is inherently warlike. If it conquers Luozhou and recuperates afterward, how will Xining stand against it? When the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold—surely you grasp this principle?!"
"Everything you've said, Prince, I have considered," the King of Xining said impassively, his gaze scrutinizing. "But I wager Great Chu will not simply hand Luozhou over to Chen."
"So, Your Majesty is counting on Chen and Great Chu to fight like dogs? If that is your plan, abandon it now."
Wei Yun smiled. "Why do you think Chen would attack Luozhou? Just because of a grain shortage? Couldn't they just raid Xining instead? Why Luozhou? Because our Great Chu's emperor has promised Chen—if they succeed, Luozhou will be theirs! Your Majesty may not fully understand the character of our emperor. To seize the throne, he once colluded with foreign enemies, framed loyal ministers, and caused seventy thousand soldiers to die on the battlefield. Great Chu was pushed all the way to the capital by the Northern Di. With such an emperor, do you expect him to stand firm for national dignity and fight Chen to the bitter end?!"
The King of Xining's expression shifted slightly. Wei Yun raised his hand respectfully and said, "If Your Majesty does nothing, within three years, Xining will be in grave peril!"
No one in the hall spoke, seemingly deep in thought. Wei Yun straightened and continued, "However, Your Majesty need not do too much. I came here with a second matter."
"What is it?""To borrow grain from Your Majesty." With the previous context, everyone understood Wei Yun's intention. He continued, "The reason Xining's military is lacking is primarily due to the scarcity of mines within the country. However, Bai Province, under my jurisdiction, is rich in mines and skilled in weaponry. In exchange for the grain I borrow from Your Majesty, I will repay with an equivalent amount of weapons."
"Chen won't allow passage through their borders..."
"That brings us to the second matter."
Wei Yun smiled. "The grain I borrow now is mainly to stabilize Chen's situation. Zhao Yue is buying grain at high prices to create a famine, so I will stabilize Chen while using grain to exchange for essential supplies from them. Even if Chen eventually declares war, after one battle, we can ensure they have no chance of recovery. At that time, if Your Majesty is willing, we can jointly attack Chen with Luozhou. As for Chen's territory, Great Chu will not take an inch."
"Then what do you want?"
The King of Xining frowned. "After going through such lengths, you surely don't want nothing."
"Horses."
Wei Yun smiled faintly. "I want 100,000 warhorses from Chen."
"Is that all?"
"Let me speak plainly with Your Majesty. Great Chu is not a warlike nation. Attacking Chen is only to contain Zhao Yue and relieve Great Chu's siege. Therefore, no matter what, I must borrow this grain. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Your Majesty. If you miss it, the next chance to weaken Chen may not come until another ruler as reckless as Zhao Yue appears."
His words left everyone silent. Wei Yun waited calmly for their answer.
After a long pause, the King of Xining spoke. "And if I refuse to lend you grain, what then?"
"Nothing much," Wei Yun replied evenly. "Then the war continues. The people will suffer, and in the end, we'll see who remains standing."
"And by then," Wei Yun added, locking eyes with the King of Xining, "whether it's Chen or me left, neither will spare Xining. Your Majesty, Xining may wish to stay neutral, but look around—the world is already in chaos. Who can truly remain untouched?"
The crowd stared at Wei Yun in shock, but the King of Xining only laughed. "Aren't you afraid I might have you killed right here today?"
"Kill Wei Yun, and then wait for Chen to destroy your kingdom?"
The King of Xining's expression remained unreadable. After a long silence, he finally said, "Very well."
He stood. "I will lend you the grain, but you must promise me this: Great Chu will fight the first battle against Chen on my behalf. After that, I will lead troops to attack Chen's rear. We will cooperate fully, and after the war, I will take fourteen cities from Chen. You may have your 100,000 warhorses and 20,000 cattle and sheep. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
Wei Yun nodded calmly. "Time is of the essence. I'll go oversee the grain."
The King of Xining assented and immediately had the Ministry of Revenue escort Wei Yun away. Everyone knew speed was crucial, so that very night, the grain was tallied and handed over to Wei Yun for transport. Using channels his informants had prepared, the grain was distributed throughout Chen.
Chen was a small country, and via waterways, the grain reached every corner within a week. By then, Zhao Yue's exorbitant grain purchases had already caused shortages. Wei Yun's grain was not sold for money—only medicinal herbs could be exchanged for it.
Herbs, horses, and crop seeds—all could be traded for grain or silver and gold. Warhorses were especially prized, so the people rushed into the mountains to gather herbs, while stablehands exchanged draft horses for warhorses, then traded those for grain and money.All these transactions were conducted on the black market, initially without alerting the court. Even lower-level officials participated in such trade and never reported it upwards.
After half a month of rampant trading, the fields were left untended, and the mountain herbs were nearly depleted. When high-ranking court officials went to inspect the fields and found them deserted, they finally inquired about the reason. Upon learning the truth, they were furious and immediately reported it to the court.
Meanwhile, Wei Yun had nearly exhausted the grain borrowed from Xining. He led his men in assessing the current situation while listening to reports from messenger pigeons across the regions.
"Master Tao says the situation has stabilized, but public morale is scattered. Bai Province and Qiong Province both need time to recuperate. Currently, the available troops and supplies do not exceed one hundred thousand."
"Princess Wei is currently developing new medicines. Although the plague is under control, according to household registries, the death toll has already reached nearly two hundred thousand."
"Spring plowing in Bai Province and Kun Province is proceeding on schedule. Please do not worry, Your Highness."
"The Northern Di are mobilizing their forces. Tuso reports an army of two hundred thousand, mustering their entire nation's strength. However, Shen You reports only one hundred thousand troops approaching Bai City."
"In Hua Jing, Zhao Yue is critically ill. Minister Xie led troops to forcibly storm the Palace Gates. Scholar Gu, invited by His Majesty, entered the palace to protect the emperor and killed the Xie family outside the Palace Gates. The court situation is now fully controlled by Consort Mei and Scholar Gu. The court has begun disaster relief efforts in Bai Province, Kun Province, and Hua Province, and is also incorporating Qing Province."
"There's more," the messenger paused. Wei Yun looked up, frowning. "What else?"
"Scholar Gu says the Lady's pregnancy is unstable. He urges Your Highness to return as soon as possible and bring her to a safe place in Hua Jing."
Hearing this, Wei Yun's expression froze. Wei Xia, standing beside him, asked worriedly, "Your Highness?"
"Oh," Wei Yun composed himself and lowered his gaze. "It's nothing. Just now, Shen You reported how many Northern Di troops are at Bai City?"
"One hundred thousand."
"Where are the other one hundred thousand?"
As soon as he asked, Wei Yun's eyes widened suddenly. "Quick, bring me the map!"
Wei Xia hastily handed him the map. Wei Yun unfolded it and traced his finger over the remaining cities still held by Zhao Yue.
These were the cities Zhao Yue had stubbornly defended. His finger moved along the route: "Since Zhao Yue has struck a deal with Sucha, these one hundred thousand troops must be hidden by Zhao Yue. What does he intend to do with them..."
Following Zhao Yue's possible path, Wei Yun's finger stopped at a critical point, and he fell silent.
The cities Zhao Yue retained formed a line with Hua Jing as the pivot, connecting Yan Province to the border. If Zhao Yue completely abandoned his ancestors and the Great Chu, he could lead the Northern Di army in, occupy Hua Jing, and then reverse the Heaven's Guard Pass to attack Kun Province and Bai Province jointly with Yan Province.
In that scenario, Kun Province and Bai Province would be besieged from three sides. Most critically, with the natural barrier of Heaven's Guard Pass, attacking the Northern Di would require fighting uphill against the pass!
Would Zhao Yue really do this?
Would he hand over his ancestors' legacy, the capital of Great Chu, and the dignity of the nation to foreign invaders?!
Wei Yun unconsciously clenched his fists.
He was capable of it.
The blood of seventy thousand soldiers, the loss of half the kingdom—all could be steps on his path to power. The lives of millions across three provinces could be pawns in his political games. Surrendering the capital would be nothing unusual.
If Hua Jing were given away, Chu Yu...At this thought, Wei Yun suddenly looked up and was about to speak when the door burst open with a loud bang. Wei Qiu rushed in, shouting, "Your Highness, news from the palace! Some officials have reported the matter to the Chen Kingdom's ruler!"
"Pack everything, we leave immediately!"
Wei Yun raised his voice, commanding, "Leave nothing behind!"
With that, everyone swiftly gathered their belongings. That very night, they set the residence ablaze and fled under cover of darkness.
All their hidden outposts were relocated overnight. Not daring to linger within Chen Kingdom's borders, they raced nonstop, barely resting until they crossed out of Chen Kingdom just before the ruler's orders could be issued.
Upon reaching Luo Province, Wei Yun immediately went to Chu Linyang's residence and briefed him on the situation. Chu Linyang had already heard rumors of Wei Yun's actions and nodded, saying, "Will Chen Kingdom attack now?"
"If I were Zhao Yue, I would have surely planted agents within Chen Kingdom's court. Whether they attack now depends entirely on their internal affairs."
Wei Yun spoke calmly, "But Chen Kingdom is no longer a threat. If they attack, you fight. What worries me now is Hua Jing. If my suspicions are correct, Zhao Yue must have ordered his subordinates to lead a hundred thousand Northern Di troops toward Hua Jing."
"What do you plan to do then?"
Chu Linyang frowned. "Dispatch troops to defend Hua Jing?"
"Not enough."
Wei Yun replied decisively, "Right now, Song Si refuses to deploy his forces, Song Shilan's fate is unknown, and you must remain vigilant against Chen Kingdom. With my forces alone, I cannot simultaneously repel the hundred thousand Northern Di troops at the border, Zhao Yue's seventy thousand troops in Yan Province, and send reinforcements to Hua Jing—it's impossible. If I mobilize troops, I'll either lose Kun Province or Bai Province. These two provinces are my foundation."
"Then what should we do?!"
Chu Linyang grew anxious. After a moment of silence, Wei Yun looked up and said, "I'll send Wei Qingping to do his best to save Song Shilan. If he can't be saved, I'll try to persuade Song Si to deploy his troops. But we must also prepare for the possibility that they do nothing."
"After that, I'll go to Hua Jing to stabilize the situation. I don’t know if Hua Jing will fall, but I’ll do everything to protect its people. I’ll have Shen You and Tuso work together to contain the hundred thousand Northern Di troops, while Qin Shiyue confronts Zhao Yue's seventy thousand. Wait here for seven days. If Chen Kingdom's civilians don’t flee by then, withdraw your forces and rush to Hua Jing. If they do flee, attack Chen Kingdom immediately. After the battle, leave half your army to hold the city—no need to worry too much, as Xining will launch a surprise attack from the rear. Send the other half to Hua Jing to join Qin Shiyue and Shen You in its defense."
"But why are you going to Hua Jing?"
Chu Linyang was taken aback. "Wouldn’t it be better for you to stay at the frontlines…"
"A Yu is in Hua Jing."
Wei Yun's voice was steady. Chu Linyang fell silent before slowly saying, "For us, the nation comes before the family."
"For Wei Yun, there must be both nation and family."
Wei Yun lowered his gaze. "I’ve already arranged everything. The outcome of a war doesn’t hinge on a single general. With Tao Quan overseeing the Wei family, I’m at ease. The only crisis now is Hua Jing. My presence there will help hold the line for a while.""I am the general of this nation, but I am also A Yu's husband," Wei Yun suddenly laughed as he said this, raising his hand in slight distress. "I even forgot... I haven't even sent the betrothal gifts yet..."
But this time, Chu Linyang didn't scold him. He silently watched Wei Yun, who pressed his lips together, eyes filled with remorse. "I've wronged her."
"Every person has many roles to fulfill, and I must be responsible for each one," Wei Yun sighed. "So, Brother Chu, I must go."
Chu Linyang remained silent. After a long while, he finally said, "Go then."
"You've fulfilled your duty to this land," Chu Linyang forced a bitter smile. "Go and stay with her properly."
Wei Yun acknowledged with a sound, then slept for two hours. After two straight days of travel, he could barely hold on. Upon waking, he donned his soft armor, slung his red-tasseled spear across his back, and rode out of the city alone under the cover of night, heading straight for Hua Jing.
After three days of relentless travel, he finally reached Hua Jing. And on the very morning of his arrival, the Northern Di army appeared beneath the city walls.
That morning, Chu Yu woke unusually early. Now visibly showing her pregnancy, she inexplicably felt somewhat clumsy. She was often drowsy and slept through most of her days, but that day she woke exceptionally early, even hearing the rain outside.
She propped herself up as Changyue entered, puzzled. "Madam, why are you awake so early today?"
"I don't know either."
After rising, Chu Yu had Changyue dress her. Changyue thought for a moment. "Would Madam prefer an ordinary style today, or something more elaborate?"
"You never ask this normally. Why today?"
Chu Yu laughed. Changyue gathered her hair, smiling. "Because Madam woke early today—there's time."
"Then how could I disappoint you?"
Chu Yu lazily replied, "Do something beautiful, then."
Changyue complied, styling an intricate flowing-cloud bun for Chu Yu, adorning her with a floral tika, and dressing her in a white gown with water-blue butterfly embroidery and wide sleeves before they headed to the front hall.
When Gu Chusheng saw her there, he paused briefly before smiling. "What's the occasion today?"
"Woke early, so there was time." Chu Yu pressed her lips together, then asked, "Any news of Wei Yun today?"
Gu Chusheng didn't answer. He had grown accustomed to Chu Yu's daily inquiries. At first, it had annoyed him, but now he barely reacted, as if it were routine. Calmly, he said, "He reached Luozhou three days ago and met with your brother."
"And then?"
"Nothing else."
They chatted idly over the meal, as was their custom. After eating, Gu Chusheng said, "The physician will come later to check your pulse—"
Before he could finish, Chu Yu interrupted, "Quiet!"
Gu Chusheng froze, then watched as she pressed her ear to the ground. "An army approaches!"
His expression darkened instantly, but he remained composed. "Take everyone and leave the city at once. I'll assess the situation."
With that, Gu Chusheng strode out. Wan Qiu rushed to gather their belongings while Chu Yu drew a sword from nearby. A nursemaid hurried over with a child in her arms, flustered. "Madam, the master said I—I must take the young master and leave with you."Chu Yu glanced down at the child in her arms. The boy had been adopted by Gu Chusheng in Qing Province and was now raised as his own. Since she was leaving, she naturally intended to take everyone she could with her.
She fastened her sword at her waist, donned the soft armor, then lifted the child and strode out swiftly.
The moment she stepped outside, chaos greeted her. Panicked citizens rushed about, shouting, "The Northern Di are attacking! The Northern Di soldiers are coming!"
"Run! They're going to slaughter the city!"
Cries and screams mingled in the air. Chu Yu carried the child into the carriage, and Wan Qiu immediately whipped the horses into a gallop.
There was no time to ponder how the enemy soldiers had reached this place. Clutching the child, she focused only on finding a safe haven given her current condition.
But scarcely had they left the city when the thunder of warhorses reached her ears. She lifted the carriage curtain and saw that the Northern Di forces consisted entirely of cavalry, advancing at terrifying speed toward Hua Jing. They were less than a hundred yards from her carriage!
Chu Yu's face paled. Taking in the encircling formation of horsemen, she cried sharply, "Turn back!"
No sooner had she spoken than arrows rained down, piercing the carriage and striking fleeing civilians. Still holding the child, she shouted repeatedly, "Go back! Return to the city at once!"
"Yes!"
Changyue roared in response. While Wanyue drove, Changyue guarded the carriage as it wheeled around toward the city walls. The infant in Chu Yu's arms wailed in fright. She patted its back soothingly, her eyes turning icy.
The carriage's rapid reaction caught the attention of the Northern Di commander. Sucha observed from a distance, smiling as he remarked to his companion, "That woman in the carriage... I believe I've seen her before."
"Oh?" The man beside him stroked his beard. "If Your Majesty recognizes her, she must be someone interesting."
"Capture her!"
At Sucha's loud command, dozens of light cavalry charged forward. Changyue tightened his grip on his sword while Wanyue urged the horses onward with a shout, "Hyah!"
Their pursuers gained rapidly. One rider drew ahead, nocking an arrow aimed directly at the lead horse's head. Wanyue yanked the reins hard, barely dodging the projectile, but the startled horse reared violently, losing balance and toppling sideways.
Chu Yu felt the carriage lurch dangerously. Bracing one hand against the wall and clutching the child with the other, she was suddenly saved when a long spear thrust against the carriage frame. With powerful leverage, their rescuer righted the vehicle.
Everyone froze momentarily until a clear, steady male voice ordered, "Go back!"
The speaker then charged the pursuing soldiers with his red-tasseled spear while the carriage raced toward the city. Chu Yu sat stunned, still holding the child, before realization struck. She threw herself against the window, flipping up the curtain to see the young man.
He seemed much thinner now, his plain white robes dust-stained, hair tied high. His silver spear gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight. Fighting while retreating, he moved through the battlefield effortlessly, untouchable by his opponents. When another volley of arrows descended, he leaped back lightly, landing atop the carriage roof. His whirling spear became an impenetrable shield—the metallic clinks of deflected arrows ringing through the air like wind chimes.Chu Yu's heart raced wildly. She knew that person was right above her, right beside her, protecting her!
She didn't understand why—though she was overjoyed—she suddenly felt the urge to cry. Restraining herself, she bit her lower lip tightly as the surrounding clamor gradually faded away. Then she heard the young man's clear voice shout: "Close the gates! Close the city gates!"
Then the city gates slowly closed, the carriage slowed down, and after a long while, it came to a stop. The surroundings fell silent.
Holding the child, she didn’t dare move. Then she saw the carriage curtain being lifted, revealing the smiling face of a young man.
"I’ve come all this way, and you won’t come out to see me?"
As he spoke, Chu Yu stared at him blankly, feeling as though all her usual composure and dignity had vanished. Restraining herself, she held the child with one hand and placed the other in his outstretched palm.
She gripped his hand tightly, so tightly. Step by step, she descended from the carriage. Wan Qiu stepped forward and said, "Madam, let me take Young Master Gu."
Chu Yu nodded and handed the child to Wan Qiu before walking to the side of the carriage.
Wei Yun looked down at her with a gentle smile. "It’s been so long—"
Before he could finish, she suddenly reached out and hugged him fiercely.
Her embrace caught him off guard, the impact even making him take a step back.
Wei Yun froze for a moment, then chuckled softly as an inexplicable warmth surged in his chest. He raised his arms and wrapped them around her, murmuring gently, "I’m here. This time, I’ll stay by your side. I won’t leave."
Chu Yu didn’t respond.
Deep down, she knew that given Wei Yun’s position, such words were merely comfort. Yet for some reason, hearing them now, she felt she ought to believe them.
The two stood quietly in each other’s embrace for a while until the sound of galloping hooves approached. A carriage came to an abrupt halt beside them. Gu Chusheng yanked the curtain aside and snapped, "What are you two doing, clinging to each other at a time like this? Escort the madam back to the residence to rest and summon the physician. Wei Yun, get in here—we’re heading to the city walls!"
Wei Yun and Chu Yu exchanged awkward glances. Wei Yun rubbed his nose and coughed lightly. "You should rest well. I’ll go to the city walls now."
"Mm."
Chu Yu nodded with a smile. "Go ahead. Don’t worry about me."
Without delay, Wei Yun turned and boarded Gu Chusheng’s carriage. As he stepped inside, Gu Chusheng let out a cold snort and closed his eyes.
Wei Yun chuckled. "Brother Gu seems rather displeased with me?"
"Address me as Lord Gu," Gu Chusheng opened his eyes and said icily. "Who’s your brother?"
"Truth be told, from Emperor Chunde’s reign till now, you and I have faced life and death together, shared loyalty—"
"Enough," Gu Chusheng raised a hand, cutting him off. "Let’s be clear, Prince Wei. Between us, there’s only the grudge of a stolen wife and a partnership of convenience. If you have something to say, say it quickly. Spare me the nonsense."
"Fine." Wei Yun smiled wryly. "I just thought that in these dire times for the nation, we should join forces."
Gu Chusheng didn’t answer. He stared outside and said coldly, "No need to remind me. That goes without saying."
The carriage soon reached the city. Gu Chusheng led Wei Yun up the city walls, exchanging information as they climbed.
When they reached the top and faced the vast enemy forces, Gu Chusheng clenched his fists. "So you’re saying there are a hundred thousand troops here?"
"Yes."
"And we have no reinforcements?"
"None."
"Then why did you come?!" Gu Chusheng roared. "A general like you, here to die with us?!"
Wei Yun didn’t answer. He tucked his hands into his sleeves and said calmly, "If you were me, wouldn’t you have come?"Gu Chusheng was stunned.
He stared blankly at Wei Yun.
If it were him—if his wife and child were here—as a man, even if he came to die, he would still come.
Wei Yun sighed softly and patted Gu Chusheng’s shoulder. “Brother Gu, don’t overthink it. Let’s focus on what we should do now.”
With that, he turned his head to look at Sucha, who was grinning at him from outside.
“Can we hold the city?”
Gu Chusheng clenched his fists. Wei Yun nodded. “We can.”
“For how long?”
“Three days.”
“And after three days?”
“Given Sucha’s temperament, he’ll massacre the city.”
Gu Chusheng shuddered, looking at Wei Yun in shock. Wei Yun’s expression remained calm. “This is how it’s always been at the border.”
The brutality of the Northern Di army had always been this way.
Surrendering could save the city, but the price would be humiliation and oppression. Resisting to the death meant either victory or death.
This was a cruelty that Hua Jing—protected by the human wall of the border—could never comprehend. Yet now, this legendary paradise on earth, this city that had reveled in luxury and indulgence for centuries, was facing such disgrace.
Like a beautiful woman forced to choose between death to preserve her chastity or stripping naked to cling to life.
Gu Chusheng’s mind was in turmoil when he heard someone below shout, “Wei Yun, you’re here too?”
“Sucha,” Wei Yun laughed. “I never expected you to show up here.”
“I was invited by the Chu Emperor. How could I refuse?”
Sucha roared with laughter. “But why are you keeping the gates shut? Your emperor has already welcomed me in. Are you defying his will by blocking me?!”
“We wouldn’t dare go against His Majesty’s wishes,” Wei Yun said with a light chuckle. “But how could our emperor possibly invite you here? Just to freeload off Hua Jing—” His voice suddenly sharpened. “Have you Northern Di bastards no shame at all?!”
“You insolent cur!”
Sucha bellowed in rage. From the Northern Di ranks, someone shouted in their native tongue, “Kill Wei Yun!”
“Kill Wei Yun!”
“Kill Wei Yun!”
A hundred thousand soldiers raised their weapons, chanting in unison. Standing atop the city walls, Wei Yun planted one foot on the rampart. Unfazed by the deafening cries for his death below, he burst into laughter. “A hundred thousand of you screaming to kill me—is it because I’ve cut you down so badly you can’t even stand? Only now, with numbers on your side, do you dogs dare bark in my face!”
“Enough,” Gu Chusheng frowned. “Do you want them to spare you when the city falls?”
Wei Yun turned to him with a bright smile. “I’m counting on it.”
Below, the crowd stirred angrily at Wei Yun’s taunts. Sucha sneered. “Wei Yun, just wait. I’ll make you kneel and call me ‘grandfather.’”
Wei Yun gripped his long spear, smiling without a word. Sucha, infuriated by his silence, was about to curse again when Zhang Hui interjected, “Your Majesty, you promised our emperor.”
Sucha took a deep breath and waved his hand impatiently. “I know, stop nagging.”
Then he looked up and shouted, “Wei Yun, I’ll give you a chance. Hand over Consort Mei and the Chu Emperor, and I’ll spare your life.”
Wei Yun chuckled. “You think I’d just hand over the Son of Heaven of Great Chu? Do you take me for a pushover?”"Wei Yun," Zhang Hui rode forward on his horse. "I know you don't care about your own life or death, but do you not care about Chu Yu either?"
Wei Yun and Gu Chusheng's expressions shifted slightly. Zhang Hui continued calmly, "Hand over His Majesty and The Eldest Princess, and we'll let you watch Chu Yu leave the city. I guarantee Chu Yu won't die."
"War is men's business," Zhang Hui raised his eyes to Wei Yun. "Must you drag your wife and children into this?"
Wei Yun remained silent. After a long pause, it was Gu Chusheng who spoke: "How can you guarantee Chu Yu's safe departure?"
"If Minister Gu is worried, you may accompany Chu Yu out of the city. As long as you surrender His Majesty and Consort Mei, you can all leave."
"Even me?" Wei Yun scoffed. Zhang Hui nodded: "Naturally."
However, a general who abandons his city to flee—even if he escapes, his reputation would be ruined for life.
Gu Chusheng and Wei Yun exchanged glances. After a moment, Wei Yun said, "We need to discuss this."
"You have one day," Zhang Hui said coolly. "After that, we attack the city."
Wei Yun's face darkened. He stood up and decisively descended the city wall.
Gu Chusheng followed him down and said from behind, "Let's consult with The Eldest Princess—"
"No need for discussion."
Wei Yun walked swiftly. "Tomorrow, select elite soldiers. You'll escort them out of the city. Zhang Hui is Zhao Yue's lackey. As long as you control Zhao Yue, he won't dare touch you for the sake of Zhao Yue and the 'child' in Consort Mei's womb. Then you can send Chu Yu—"
Here, he paused. For a moment, he realized that in this vast world, he didn't know where to send Chu Yu where she would truly be safe.
Gu Chusheng understood the reason for his hesitation. After a pause, he laughed mockingly. "Where should I take her?"
"Bai Province is harassed by the Northern Di, Kun Province is locked in stalemate with Yan Province, Qiong Province and Hua Province will eventually fall under Song Si's control, Luo Province is tied down by the Chen State, and the other provinces are ruled by warlords amidst endless warfare. If I want her to hide, where can she go?"
Wei Yun remained silent. After a long while, he looked up at Gu Chusheng. "Gu Chusheng."
"Hmm?"
"Then go to Bai Province. Wait for me there," Wei Yun said calmly. "I've made all the arrangements. This world will know peace one day."
Both he and Zhao Yue had left a way out for those they cherished. Whether he won or Zhao Yue did, this world would eventually reach an end.
"And you?"
Gu Chusheng looked at him. "Will you leave the city with us tomorrow?"
Wei Yun held his long spear. He seemed momentarily lost in thought before smiling. "No."
He said gently, "I know Sucha too well. He hates me to the bone. If I leave, he'll vent his rage on the people of Hua Jing. I can't go."
Gu Chusheng was silent for a long time before finally saying, "You'll die."
Wei Yun's expression didn't change. He seemed dazed, lost in thought. After a moment, he murmured, "Ah, I know."
He had known when he came and had prepared for it.
"But what does it matter?"
Wei Yun smiled. "Do I have a choice?"
In all his life, when had he ever had a choice?
He turned and said with a smile, "Brother Gu, let's go. We should return home and have a good meal."
Gu Chusheng didn't respond. Wei Yun reached out to sling an arm over his shoulder, as if they were the best of friends. "Brother Gu, I'll have to trouble you in the future...""Let go."
Gu Chusheng shook off his hand: "I'm not on brotherly terms with you."
"Brother Gu..."
"Get lost!"
"Fine," Wei Yun sighed. "Lord Gu," his voice carried a plea, "there's a favor I need to ask of you."
"Hmm?"
"A Yu will be leaving the city tomorrow."
"I see."
"I was wondering... if we could hold a wedding banquet at your residence tonight."
Gu Chusheng halted his steps. Wei Yun's gaze softened: "I've always promised to marry her. I fear there might not be enough time."
Gu Chusheng looked up at him. Wei Yun's eyes held a gentle smile: "I just thought... perhaps we could declare it to heaven and earth first. In one's lifetime, certain things deserve a ceremony, a witness."
"What do you take my residence for?"
Gu Chusheng's voice was icy. Wei Yun remained silent, simply watching him quietly.
In that moment, for some inexplicable reason, Gu Chusheng suddenly remembered their previous lives. The Wei Yun of the past seemed completely different from the man before him now.
The Wei Yun of before always wore black, while the present one favored white. Wherever the former Wei Yun went, hell followed; the current Wei Yun standing here brought spring blossoms wherever he went.
Yet what never changed was that, in both lifetimes, this man never abandoned Great Chu or its people.
He could have easily left—departure would have only left him with a tarnished reputation.
But what is reputation in one's lifetime? In their past life, how many had cursed him for his cruelty, yet he had endured it all.
What is reputation compared to life? What connection did he have with the people of this city?
He wanted to rebuke him, but meeting those clear eyes, the words died in his throat.
Unable to bear looking into those eyes any longer, Gu Chusheng turned away with a flick of his sleeve. Yet after a few steps, he finally stopped and said coldly, "I'll have someone ask A Yu."
With that, he strode forward. Wei Yun was momentarily stunned, then broke into a delighted smile. He hurried after him, joyfully saying, "Brother Gu, I knew you were a good man..."
Returning home, Gu Chusheng found himself unable to voice the question directly. He sent someone to ask Chu Yu instead. She was in her room, listening to reports of the situation outside, when Gu Chusheng's steward entered, looking somewhat bemused.
"Young Miss, my lord has sent me to ask if you would be willing to hold a wedding ceremony tonight."
Chu Yu was taken aback: "A wedding?"
"Yes. Prince Wei has requested my lord to ask if the two of you could be wed tonight. Though it may be simple, it would serve as a witness for all. His Highness wishes to know if you agree."
Chu Yu was momentarily speechless. She stared blankly at the steward. She wanted to ask why they would hold a wedding at such a time, but then it suddenly dawned on her—the hundred thousand armored cavalry outside the city.
If Wei Yun wanted to hold a wedding now, he must be prepared to stand with Hua Jing to the end. The realization brought a faint smile to her lips. "Alright," she said.
With Chu Yu's agreement, preparations began immediately. Gu Chusheng had already prepared wedding attire, which was promptly brought out.
As Wei Yun changed into his robes, Gu Chusheng stood behind him. Wei Yun murmured, "Brother Gu, doesn't this robe seem a bit small..."
"It's my size."
Gu Chusheng's voice was cold. Wei Yun paused, then looked up at him with meaningful eyes.
Gu Chusheng smirked mockingly and turned away.After Wei Yun changed his clothes, Gu Chusheng said, "Let's keep it simple. Just bow to heaven and earth, share a toast, and that'll be it."
Wei Yun couldn't suppress his smile as he replied, "I have no experience in this, so I'll follow Brother Gu's lead."
Gu Chusheng's steps faltered slightly as he walked forward. He turned his head and said coldly, "Take off that wedding robe!"
"I was wrong," Wei Yun quickly apologized with a smile. "I didn't mean anything by it. I was wrong."
Gu Chusheng turned back with a cold expression and led Wei Yun forward. When they reached the center of the courtyard, he saw Chu Yu already waiting there. She was dressed in a well-fitted wedding robe, wearing a bridal veil, standing quietly with a presence that exuded a calming strength.
Wei Yun gazed at her silently, suddenly hesitant to approach. It was Gu Chusheng who spoke first, "Scared?"
Wei Yun snapped out of his daze and smiled. "Just nervous, that's all."
With that, he stepped forward and stood before Chu Yu.
Chu Yu held one end of the red silk, and he picked up the other end. Sensing his presence, she trembled slightly.
By rough count, this was her third marriage. Yet only now did she truly feel that joyous, complete emotion—filled with anticipation and an indescribable tenderness. The moment he took hold of the red silk, she knew in her heart that this was the person she was meant to spend her life with.
The first time she married, she was young, recklessly in love with someone, unsure if they loved her back. On that wedding day, she had been anxious, bewildered, happy, yet also fearful and worried.
The second time she married, her heart was ashen. That wedding, to her, was more about duty and redemption. It felt like fulfilling an obligation, though she had found some warmth and kindness in it—like a person who had lost all hope in the world, clawing out a pitiful shred of color from the ruins.
But this time, she finally understood what love, affection, and marriage should truly feel like.
She followed his steps. Like Wei Jun had done years ago, he walked carefully ahead of her, as if afraid she might stumble at any moment. When they reached the threshold, he deliberately paused and whispered, "Watch your step."
Then he guided her into the room.
Chu Yu kept her head lowered. Beneath the bridal veil, she couldn't see Wei Yun's face, but she imagined he must be like her—unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
Since neither of their parents were present, they bowed toward the empty seats in front of them, then turned to bow to heaven and earth. When it came time for the couple to bow to each other, Wei Yun gazed at her for a long moment before solemnly bending forward. Their foreheads lightly touched, and both froze for a second. Then Wei Yun laughed, his mirth reaching Chu Yu's ears, and she couldn't help but laugh too.
Afterward, Changyue and Wanyue escorted Chu Yu into the bridal chamber while the others dragged Wei Yun to the banquet tables.
The group of young men drank and made merry, and even someone like Gu Chusheng couldn't resist having a few extra cups.
Everyone was somewhat drunk, but Wei Yun remained sober. Gu Chusheng sat across from him, his eyes slightly dazed. Seeing that the others were all intoxicated, he suddenly spoke up, "Truth be told, in two lifetimes, I never imagined I'd attend her wedding."
Wei Yun looked up at him. Gu Chusheng rested his head on his hand and chuckled softly. "I always thought the ending between her and me would either be growing old together... or a fight to the death."Wei Yun remained silent, while Gu Chusheng seemed somewhat dazed. "Wei Yun," he said, "treat her well."
"Brother Gu," Wei Yun smiled, "those words should be mine to say to you."
Gu Chusheng was taken aback. He raised his eyes to look at Wei Yun, who wore a faint smile as he lifted his wine cup. "Brother Gu," he said earnestly, "in the days to come, treat her well."
Gu Chusheng gazed quietly at Wei Yun, who met his eyes with gentle warmth. "You and she merely missed each other—you didn't meet at the best time. Back then, both of you were young. Cherish each other from now on, and things will be fine."
With that, Wei Yun downed the wine in one gulp.
"Wei Yun," Gu Chusheng finally spoke, "if you say these things to me now, you'll regret it if you ever return."
Wei Yun looked at him with a smile. "What would I regret? Brother Gu, when you truly love someone," he paused, his eyes softening with amusement, "it's enough that she once loved me. What matters most is her happiness. If I do return and she chooses you, I'll give you both my blessings."
He waved his hand dismissively. "The night is young and precious. I'll head back to my room now."
Gu Chusheng said nothing. He watched as Wei Yun staggered away, and after a long while, he drained his own cup in silence.
When Wei Yun reached the bridal chamber, he shook his head, sniffed his sleeve, and exhaled deeply. Only when he heard the muffled laughter of the maids nearby did he realize his own awkwardness. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside.
Chu Yu sat alone in the room, her bridal veil still covering her face. She seemed nervous too, her fingers unconsciously clutching at her robes. Seeing her tension, Wei Yun inexplicably felt more at ease.
Marriage was a first for him, but Chu Yu was already experienced. He still remembered how she had teased him during their first kiss, and now he feared losing face again.
He silently recited the wedding customs he had learned from others, steadying himself before approaching Chu Yu. According to tradition, the groom should first ask if the bride was hungry—a gesture of thoughtfulness.
Clearing his throat gently, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
At this, Chu Yu burst into laughter.
Wei Yun stiffened, discomfort creeping in. "What's so funny?" he asked.
Chu Yu couldn't very well tell him that Gu Chusheng had said the exact same thing when he entered their bridal chamber—later confessing that someone had advised him it would make him seem more experienced. So she shook her head and whispered, "Nothing, just thought of something amusing."
Wei Yun gave an awkward hum in response. After a moment, unsure of what to do next, he simply stepped forward and said stiffly, "Then... shall I lift the veil?"
"Mhm."
Chu Yu answered softly.
Wei Yun reached for the bridal veil, but suddenly, an inexplicable fear gripped him. He didn't know where it came from. After a long pause, he took a deep breath and slowly lifted the veil.
Beneath it, Chu Yu's face was revealed. She wore light makeup, her eyes downcast, long lashes fluttering like a gentle brush against the heart.
Wei Yun froze. When Chu Yu received no response, she lifted her gaze curiously. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Wei Yun didn't answer. He simply looked at her quietly.
The woman before him now, with her smiling eyes, bore some resemblance—yet was vastly different—from the bride in red who had once stopped an entire army on horseback.Her eyes brimmed with tender autumn waters, filled with joy and brightness. He stared at her in a daze, and after a long while, heard her ask again, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"A Yu..." He knelt down on one knee, burying his head against her, his voice low as he murmured, "I've finally married you..."
Chu Yu felt her heart soften completely at his words. She raised her hand to stroke his hair gently and said tenderly, "I'm sorry for making you wait so long."
"Not long," he shook his head like a child, "As long as you came, I could wait forever."
Chu Yu chuckled softly as Wei Yun leaned against her. "From the age of fifteen... when I heard about you in Phoenix Tomb City, I thought then... that I probably already liked you."
"I kept waiting, kept thinking, year after year."
"Luckily," he closed his eyes, "I've waited for you."
"What if you hadn't waited for me?"
Chu Yu couldn't help but ask. He gave a low laugh, "Then so be it."
"Not every feeling needs to be reciprocated," Wei Yun's voice was hazy, "I'm not young anymore, I understand this truth."
Chu Yu didn't respond. She remained silent, savoring this moment of peace and tranquility that filled the entire room.
They drank the Bridal Cup Wine, then lay together on the bed. Since Chu Yu was pregnant, they couldn't do much, so they simply leaned against each other, talking quietly. Between conversations, they would kiss, then after a while, continue talking.
Until Wei Yun could no longer stay awake and fell into a deep sleep.
He had rushed from Chen State to Luozhou, then straight to Hua Jing - throughout the entire journey, he had barely slept properly. Now, sleeping beside her, he finally felt settled and couldn't resist succumbing to sleep.
Chu Yu quietly watched his sleeping face. Before her, he always seemed like a youth - pure, clear, and completely unguarded. She gazed at Wei Yun's face for a long time before finally lowering her head to gently kiss his forehead.
They rarely spoke of love between them, for there was no need for words.
At dawn the next day, while Chu Yu was still asleep, Wei Yun awoke. He rose quietly and went to the courtyard where Gu Chusheng was already waiting. Gu Chusheng led him to a carriage and said calmly, "I've already informed The Eldest Princess. She's at the palace now. We'll go there, and after she arranges everything, I'll escort her and Chu Yu out."
Wei Yun nodded and followed Gu Chusheng into the great hall. There, The Eldest Princess sat on the high seat, giving instructions to the surrounding ministers. Some officials were young, others elderly, but all wore expressions of unwavering determination, showing no trace of panic, as if the enemy troops outside posed no threat to them.
Gu Chusheng paused slightly, somewhat surprised. "My lords..."
"We have come to receive The Eldest Princess's commands," spoke the elder at the forefront - none other than Gao Wen, the Chief Grand Secretary. "Regardless of life or death, we shall assist Your Majesty and the imperial heirs, standing with Hua Jing to the end."
Gu Chusheng fell silent. These colleagues were all too familiar to him - they had opposed him in his previous life, and opposed him again in this one, the struggle spanning two lifetimes.
Many present were Gao Wen's disciples, while others were his own followers. In the current court, he and Gao Wen had long maintained a balance of power like dragon and tiger. Many knew that if he didn't perish, he would inevitably succeed Gao Wen's position.
He studied Gao Wen quietly. In his memory, Gao Wen had always been an unlikable old man, yet now, standing here, this elder showed not a hint of retreat.
After a long silence, Gu Chusheng finally spoke, "Zhang Hui is waiting outside with his men, saying he's come to escort Consort Mei and Your Majesty out."
"That traitor Zhang Hui!"Gao Wen cursed angrily, and Wei Yun let out a mocking laugh. "Who is the traitor here? Isn’t it obvious?"
His words silenced everyone present. After a long pause, Gao Wen said calmly, "Even if His Majesty lacks virtue, he is still the emperor. Even in matters of abdication, the imperial bloodline must be preserved."
"Zhang Hui will not harm me or His Majesty."
The Eldest Princess spoke with composure, "He came this time to take us away. Everyone, the siege of Hua Jing was likely His Majesty’s scheme from the start—using Hua Jing as a sacrifice to let the Northern Di quell the rebellion of the feudal lords. Do you still not understand?"
Those present were all shrewd individuals. Hearing the Eldest Princess speak so bluntly, how could they not grasp the truth? Gao Wen sighed, closed his eyes, and lamented, "The legacy of our ancestors!"
"Lord Gao, there’s no need for further lamentation," Gu Chusheng said. "The priority now is to escort Consort Mei and His Majesty out, preserving the imperial bloodline. We can make plans later."
As he spoke, he looked around at the others. "Who is willing to join me in escorting Consort Mei and His Majesty out?"
Everyone remained silent, their eyes fixed on Gu Chusheng. He frowned. "Leaving is the only way to survive. What’s the point of stubbornly staying here to die?!"
"Lord Gu," Gao Wen sighed. "You take His Majesty and Consort Mei and go first. We wish to remain here."
"A nation must uphold its dignity. The Northern Di may storm the city and kill us, but we cannot surrender the capital without resistance. We will stay here, standing alongside the soldiers and citizens to defend Hua Jing to the death."
Gu Chusheng was stunned. He had never expected Gao Wen to say such words.
"Chief Councillor Gao..."
"Lord Gu, no need to say more," Gao Wen waved his hand. "Generals are the lifeblood of the nation, and civil officials are its backbone. Protecting His Majesty and the imperial heirs is your duty. As for us, the useless ones, we will stay here with the people and Hua Jing."
"But—"
"Lord Gu."
The Eldest Princess spoke, cutting off Gu Chusheng’s urgent words. She raised her eyes and said coldly, "Is everything prepared?"
"It is," Gu Chusheng replied, his voice unsteady. He seemed about to say more when the Eldest Princess stood up. Clad in her Golden Phoenix Dress, she descended the steps one by one, then turned and bowed deeply to the assembled officials. "For your righteousness, I thank you all."
"Consort Mei," Gao Wen said, his eyes filled with relief. "Please take care."
"Rest assured, Chief Councillor Gao," the Eldest Princess replied. "I will look after His Majesty and the imperial heirs."
With that, she turned and said, "Let us go."
At her command, everyone followed her out of the grand hall.
Chu Yu was awakened by Wan Qiu, who had already packed everything. Gently shaking Chu Yu awake, she said, "Madam, His Highness asks you to prepare your belongings and wait for him at the Palace Gates."
Chu Yu was momentarily confused. "Did His Highness say anything else?"
"No," Wan Qiu lowered her eyes. Chu Yu smiled. "Then let’s go."
She had Wan Qiu arrange her hair in a married woman’s style, adorned with a golden hairpin. Her face was radiant with a smile, as if she were nothing more than an ordinary newlywed.
She rode in the carriage, swaying along the way to the Palace Gates. After waiting outside for a while, she heard the gates open. Joyfully, she leaned out—only to find that Wei Yun was not alone.A grand procession escorted The Eldest Princess and Wei Yun, who was seated in a palanquin, out of the palace. Gu Chusheng and Wei Yun walked on either side, their sleeves folded respectfully as they followed behind The Eldest Princess.
Upon reaching the gate, The Eldest Princess boarded the imperial carriage with Zhao Yue, while everyone else knelt in reverence. Then Gu Chusheng and Wei Yun approached.
"What's going on?"
Chu Yu sensed something amiss and looked up at Wei Yun.
"Wait a moment. Gu Chusheng will escort you and The Eldest Princess out first," Wei Yun said with a smile. "Don't be afraid."
Chu Yu grabbed his arm, staring into his eyes. "Explain clearly."
Wei Yun lowered his gaze, and Gu Chusheng calmly interjected, "Zhang Hui is also outside the gate, demanding to escort Zhao Yue and Consort Mei out. In exchange, he’ll allow you to leave, along with a few others."
"How many are we taking?"
"Me."
"And who else?"
Gu Chusheng didn’t answer. He turned and scanned the officials standing behind The Eldest Princess before saying flatly, "Is there no one else willing to follow me?"
No one spoke—not even the servants dared to step forward.
Expressionless, Gu Chusheng turned back to Chu Yu. "No one."
Chu Yu looked up in shock at the resolute faces around her. After a moment, her gaze returned to Wei Yun, disbelief in her voice. "You’re not leaving either?"
Wei Yun remained silent. Chu Yu raised her voice sharply, "If none of you are leaving, why should I?!"
"A Yu," Wei Yun took her hand gently. "Think of the child."
Chu Yu didn’t respond, her eyes red as she glared at him. "Just yesterday, you told me that once you returned, you’d stay by my side and never leave again."
Wei Yun’s hand trembled slightly. Tears spilled from Chu Yu’s eyes as she stared at him, her voice hoarse. "We were only married yesterday. We’ve only just begun our life together. Now, now that the capital of Great Chu is under siege, its very foundation threatened—I understand why you must stay. But why must I leave?!"
With that, she struggled to climb down from the carriage, furious. "I won’t go. Why should I—"
Before she could finish, Wei Yun suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.
His arms stilled her. He held her fiercely, wordlessly conveying an unspoken strength.
"A Yu, I can leave my life here—but you are more important than my life."
His voice was rough. "Live. You’re not alone. You have the child. Don’t be afraid. I’ll find a way to survive."
As he spoke, his voice wavered slightly, as if he had finally made some irrevocable decision. He closed his eyes and whispered hoarsely, "I will survive at any cost. I promise."
Chu Yu stared blankly as Wei Yun continued, "You must return. Your parents need you. Your elder brother needs you. Your sister needs you. Wei Manor needs you. My mother needs you. The child needs you. All the soldiers of the Wei family need you. A Yu, live!"
"Wei Yun…" Her voice shook. "How could you… how could you do this?"
Death was easy—but living was always far harder.
Yet he had chosen the easier path, leaving her the most difficult one.
Wei Yun understood her meaning and smiled faintly.
"A Yu, trust me."
Hearing this, Chu Yu closed her eyes.
Trust him.
What else could she do but trust him?"Wei Yun," she gritted her teeth and spoke, "If you don't come back," her voice lowered, "I'll dig up your grave, whip your corpse, scatter your ashes to the wind—never to see you again, not in this life, nor the next!"
Wei Yun was taken aback for a moment, then replied gently, "Alright."
With that, he let go, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, and whispered softly, "Go now."
Chu Yu stiffly returned to the carriage. She clutched her skirt tightly, biting her lip hard. Gu Chusheng, seeing everyone settled, stepped onto the footstool. After a few steps, he couldn't hold back any longer. He turned around, bent down, and said in a hushed voice, "What are you planning to do? At least give me a heads-up! There are nearly a million people in this city—what are you going to do?!"
Wei Yun's eyes flickered slightly. Gu Chusheng snapped, "Speak!"
"Surrender..."
Wei Yun forced out the word. Gu Chusheng froze. Wei Yun slowly opened his eyes, steadying himself. "Land is not the nation, nor is the court. Only the people—they are the nation."
Gu Chusheng stared at him in shock. Urgent calls from others nearby snapped him out of it. Dazedly, he entered the carriage and sat across from Chu Yu. As the carriage slowly moved toward the city gates, Chu Yu heard the creaking sound of the gates opening and finally couldn't hold back her sobs.
Gu Chusheng watched her blankly. He lifted the curtain and leaned out, only to see Wei Yun leading hundreds of court officials standing inside the gates, holding their ceremonial tablets, silently watching them leave.
Gu Chusheng was speechless. In that instant, countless images flashed through his mind—the politicians who had once clashed with him in court, the corpses strewn across the medical tents in Qing Province...
He had witnessed war and disaster in his lifetime, seen the suffering of the people and the peace of prosperous times. As the city gates slowly closed and those figures faded like memories, Gu Chusheng suddenly jolted awake.
"I can't leave..."
His voice trembled. Chu Yu looked up in confusion and saw Gu Chusheng turn to her, gazing at her quietly.
"A Yu," he suddenly smiled. "To be honest, I thought I'd be happy if I could take you away and Wei Yun died."
"My whole life, my obsession has been you. I thought if I had the chance to have you, I'd feel my life was complete. But A Yu, I suddenly realize I can't do it."
"Gu... Chusheng?" Chu Yu stammered. Gu Chusheng looked at her calmly. "A Yu, you must really love him, don't you?"
Chu Yu didn't answer, but her tear-streaked face betrayed her feelings. He reached out to wipe her tears and said gently, "In his past life, he was the backbone of Great Chu, its moral integrity. In this life, he should be the same."
"A Yu," he smiled. "I have to go back. Take care of yourself."
With that, like a young man, he suddenly leaned in and kissed her. Then he called for the carriage to stop and, under the astonished gazes of everyone, jumped off and sprinted back toward the city gates.
"I'm not going," he declared loudly. "Your Majesty, Your Highness, take care!"
He waved, then turned and dashed toward the gates.
By the time Gu Chusheng re-entered the city, everyone had already ascended the watchtower. Wei Yun stood atop the tower, watching as the imperial procession led the carriages slowly away.
The wind whipped at his white robes. Hearing hurried footsteps, he turned calmly.
Then he saw Gu Chusheng, panting heavily, his crimson official robes dazzling in the sunlight, his handsome face etched with urgency.Wei Yun smiled faintly. "Why have you come back?"
"I know what you're planning to do," Gu Chusheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting as he spoke. "But you can't handle this. Only I can do it."
"What do you think I'm planning?" Wei Yun's smile carried bitterness as Gu Chusheng quietly watched him.
"You can't be the one to surrender," Gu Chusheng said calmly. "Wei Yun, if even you lose your integrity, who will the people of Chu rely on in the future?"
"Anyone can bend, but not you. Anyone can betray their country, but not you."
"Wei Yun," Gu Chusheng's voice held a hint of amusement. "Let me bear this eternal infamy."
Wei Yun didn't respond, only chuckled softly. "Didn't you always want to leave with her? Are you really giving up the dream of two lifetimes?"
"A person's life," Gu Chusheng sighed helplessly, "isn't just about love. I've loved her before," the wind scattered his words in the air, "and in this life, I have no regrets."
To have loved someone so wonderful—in this life, I have no regrets.
Many people go their whole lives without ever truly loving someone.
Author's Note: This isn't the final chapter. I'll update after finishing the last one, probably before Wednesday.
Sorry—I completely misjudged the length of the plot.
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