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During that Cholera outbreak, no matter who ultimately saved Qingchen, he attributed the credit to Su Yuan.
However, even so, it did not erase the people's prejudice against Su Yuan.
If it weren't for her causing calamity to the nation, how could a strange bird like Akin Heron have appeared?
If she didn't carry a demonic aura, why would Sun Copper Drum react strangely upon seeing her?
If she were truly a virtuous woman, she should sacrifice herself to the Gods to demonstrate her righteousness.
Su Yuan sat in the spacious courtyard, listening to the various slanders and pressures coming from the people, watching as the dark circles under Qingchen's eyes grew heavier by the day.
The smile at the corners of her lips became increasingly pronounced and difficult to dissipate.
This day was an Auspicious Day. The High Priest had divined that the ancestral fire of Yan Ya Valley would extinguish, and Qingchen must go to pay respects to his ancestors and safeguard the ancestral fire for half a month.
Before leaving, he stood on the city wall and bid farewell to Su Yuan.
"In the coming half month, you may face great hardships; public opinion against you will become even more unrestrained. But please believe me."
"Emperor Qingchen has lived a life of ease but cannot protect the common people below him, nor can he secure Langya's future. However, I will do everything in my power to protect you alone."
Su Yuan felt warmth in her eyes and inexplicably wet eyelashes.
Later she asked, "Qingchen, if one day you find that the person standing before you is not who you think I am, what would you do?"
Qingchen let out a faint sigh, "Su Yuan, can't you see my determination?"
Later, as the long wind swept over the crumbling city walls, Su Yuan watched his carriage depart, discreetly wiping away the tears at the corners of her eyes.
Turning away, she saw the soldiers guarding the city surrounding her completely.
The bonfire on the beacon tower had been burning for three days without extinguishing. Su Yuan stood there with stiff legs, looking down at the common people, court officials, and the High Priest below.
They were all waiting for her to sacrifice herself to the Gods in exchange for Langya's Chang'an.
And the only person who claimed he would protect her was already a thousand miles away.
A bitter smile lingered at the corners of her mouth; there was no way to escape anymore.
As she cut open her palm to offer to the Sun God, after years of drought, Langya truly began to rain. The strangely dried-up river on Shunliu Path rose at an astonishing speed, and all the people of Langya were filled with joy and excitement.
Yet suddenly, on the beacon tower, someone appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Su Yuan's hand.
"Don't continue! There's no need to go on!"
He was drenched from head to toe, having traveled a long distance in haste, looking flustered like a lost child. "Su Yuan, Langya's Chang'an doesn't need your blood."
"But only I can control the Sun Copper Drum; only I can sacrifice to the Gods!"
"No, that's not true!"
His eyes were bloodshot as he held her in his arms. "I don't want you to do this, my Langya. I want to save it myself."
Always in a position of power, he constantly reminded himself to be rational.
Over the years, just as he had never been drunk, and just as he had mastered the art of remaining calm in the face of adversity, he had never shown any signs of slackness. But today, all of that was thrown away.
He stopped at the entrance of Yan Ya Valley, suddenly feeling a rush of panic, and turned back to gallop away. The soldiers behind him tried to stop him; for the first time, he raised his hand against his own people.
At that moment, he was like a mad beast, with only one thought in his mind: she cannot die.
The rain in Langya had stopped, and the waters of Shunliu Path had not yet risen. The high priest's eyes burned with anger, and the fists of countless citizens were clenched, spreading endless disappointment.
The Qingchen placed his sword against his neck. "Today I will keep Su Yuan. I want to be selfish just this once in my life. But for Langya's future, I will ensure prosperity in my own way."
He loved his people as if they were his children. Deep inside, he harbored immense helplessness and pain. Throughout his years in power, he had endured many criticisms and had never known a day of joy.
But today, before the multitude, he admitted his weakness and asked for something selfish.
It was because of her.
Su Yuan, having come this far, you must be satisfied…
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