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After taking two medicines, Zhong Xue's poison was cleared, but he continued to pretend to be ill, quietly waiting for Wei Palace's reaction. Perhaps he was just too tired and wanted to take a break, but from the look in his eyes, it was clear that this time the children in Wei Palace were likely doomed.
With Zhong Xue's abilities, dealing with a mere child was not difficult at all. Before the battle even began, they had already surrendered. Knowing that he wouldn't die, Wei Wang looked astonished and then muttered something about "wanting to destroy me" before drawing his sword and taking his own life.
After his death, Zhong Xue naturally ascended to the throne, which was expected by everyone. After this incident, he learned a lesson: no matter who becomes king, it's better to do well oneself.
He did not confer the title of Queen upon Princess He Ying and didn't mention anything about making her his consort. Upon hearing this, she half-jokingly asked him, "Are you planning to leave the position of consort for me?"
Zhong Xue shot her a glance. "Your ability to be self-indulgent is getting stronger."
She feigned disappointment but heard him mumble, "But you guessed right."
San Chun smiled slightly; clearly, he liked her but was unwilling to admit it. He had not been this shy before.
Zhong Xue moved into Wei Wang Palace and brought Princess He Ying into the palace as well. When distributing the palaces, they both ended up in the same palace where the consort resided, which made Princess Ying quite unhappy. However, her lively personality meant she would eventually brush off her worries.
Zhong Xue stayed in Wei Capital for only a short while before leaving again to attack another country. San Chun didn't know which one it would be; perhaps as he said, he would save Yan State for last. He successively conquered Qi State, Chu State, and Han State in less than a year.
Maybe he had just been playing around before, but now he was serious—very serious about unifying this continent. Faced with such determination from him, what could she do?
When he captured Zhao Capital, Zhao Wang committed suicide. Zhao Empress and several princes were expelled from the capital and disappeared without a trace. Upon hearing this news, Princess Ying fainted on the spot and fell ill thereafter. San Chun visited her several times; each time she stared at the bed curtains in silence.
San Chun said, "Do you really plan to live like this forever? To never get up and ultimately ruin your own body?"
Princess Ying could not endure her repeated questioning and whispered back, "You can't understand this; you're not a princess and will never know the pain of your country being destroyed."
San Chun sighed lightly; how could she not know? She had died once herself and was also Crown Prince Yan. She had fought bravely to protect her country. But now what could she do? Could she kill Zhong Xue to save her country?
Without further division, a person is needed to unify the nations and end the war. As for Zhong Xue, she absolutely cannot take action against him. Now she can only hope that he will spare her brother's life for her sake. That child is truly not suited to be a ruler; it would be better for him to be freed from such burdens.
"No matter what, you need to think positively. People still have to live on."
She stepped back, but the look in Princess Ying's eyes suggested she would likely not heed her advice. Sure enough, three days later, on a stormy night, she hanged herself in her palace. This Princess Ying sometimes appeared open-minded, but when it came to stubborn beliefs, she was as unyielding as a bull.
This was supposed to be an extremely tragic story; however, it ultimately turned into a joke. The princess used Bai Ling to hang herself, but she was too heavy for Bai Ling to bear. Halfway through, the rope suddenly broke, causing her to fall. Thus, she did not die; instead, her voice became drastically different—when she spoke, it sounded hoarse as if she were a man.
Zhong Xue returned at the end of the year. By the time he got back, three months had passed. Upon hearing the news, he immediately went to see the princess, but Princess Ying refused to meet him and declared that they should never see each other again.
Zhong Xue had limited patience and turned to leave, heading straight to San Chun's place. Upon seeing her, he complained, "If I conquer any country and all the women commit suicide in protest, will there be any women left for you men?"
San Chun smiled lightly. "That is still a minority. If all the women were to die, you men wouldn't survive either."
He snorted softly and turned to look at her relaxed expression, saying, "When I conquer Yan Kingdom, you won't do something like that too, will you?"
San Chun touched her neck. "I'm afraid of pain."
He laughed brightly. "As long as you don't die, who cares if other women live or die?"
San Chun poured him a cup of tea and respectfully presented it before him. She had something to ask of him and needed to put on a show. Recently, she had sent someone to find Ji Xun and received word that he was not doing well. Originally expected not to last more than a few months, he unexpectedly lived for a year; this could be considered good fortune for his age. However, having not seen him for so long, she truly missed him.
Understanding her intentions, Zhong Xue's expression was neither unhappy nor happy. He spoke softly, "Are you sure you really want to see him? He has gradually forgotten; that’s why he has managed to hold on for these extra months. If he sees you, are you not afraid that he might take his last breath right then and there?"
San Chun fell silent; she knew he spoke the truth. Ji Xun's illness was already merciless; having her by his side would only stir his emotions and worsen his condition.
She said, "I just want to take a distant glance at him, just one glance."
"If that's what you want, then go ahead, but don't blame me for not reminding you of the consequences."
She nodded slightly.
Zhong Xue kept her word and truly prepared a carriage for Kazama to take her to meet Ji Xun.
Last time, Shu Qi had imprisoned her and Ji Xun. Although she escaped, she left him in Yan Palace, which made her feel quite guilty. However, later Zhong Xue personally went to Yan Palace to retrieve him. It was unclear what method she used, but she managed to bring Ji Xun out and settled him on the mountain where they had stayed before.
Ji Xun had long resigned from his position as Zhao State Crown Prince and was content living as a carefree recluse. He and Yuzhen spent their days on the mountain planting flowers, drinking tea, and watching the sunset, living quite comfortably.
San Chun climbed the mountain and saw him from a distance watering a Crabapple Blossom in front of the Cottage. He was focused, with the hem of his clothes soaked in mud, completely unaware. He looked so peaceful, so happy, so unconcerned with the world, as if he were the only person on earth and this Crabapple Blossom was the most important thing to him.
As she watched, tears couldn't help but fall. She hoped he could forget the past, forget all the unpleasantness, and live happily in the days to come. Yet she feared that she would never be able to accompany him again.
Crying, she ran down the mountain. Along the way, the mountain flowers were soaked with her tears. Kazama followed behind, sighing repeatedly. The Lord had instructed him to remember everything about her clearly and report it in detail. Seeing her like this made him wonder if it was necessary. It didn't matter; he just feared that if jealousy arose in the end, he would be the one suffering for it.
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