Chapter 80 The Grand Finale (Part 1) The final loop!

Chapter 80

chaos.

It's such a mess!

Ye Xiren sat next to Changfeng and shook her head: "Back then, the pro-peace faction and the pro-war faction of Great Liang argued like this. Now, it's the turn of Northern Yan."

With Chi Zhanlan Ce dead, the backbone of Northern Yan crumbled.

Furthermore, Jiang You has been secretly stirring up trouble and colluding with many people from Northern Yan. Now, Northern Yan is in complete chaos, with constant commotion. Having been suppressed too much by Chi Zhan Lan Ce and facing a difficult dilemma, it has begun to launch a strong counterattack.

When Chiang Kai-shek's intelligence and ruthlessness are used to torment the enemy instead of harming her... it's quite satisfying.

The faint sounds of arguing coming from the various departments inside the royal tent were clearly audible to Ye Xiren, even from her vantage point on the hillside. Jiang You was being kept inside the tent by the King of Northern Yan, who was preventing him from coming out.

Since no one could see Ye Xiren, she could wander around again, strolling with Changfeng on the hillside.

The Northern Yan Mandarin is the same as the Daliang Mandarin. She learned the Northern Yan language commonly used in the capital along the way with Jiang You and mastered some of it, but when their arguments got too heated, she could only half understand and half guess.

"Changfeng, the grasslands are beautiful, but I still prefer Daliang." Ye Xiren muttered, sitting next to Changfeng grazing. "Do you want to go home?"

She wanted to go back.

Changfeng snorted and moved away from her.

After a long while, the arguing in the royal tent did not subside, but then a person slowly walked out, his steps unsteady.

Ye Xiren was slightly surprised.

It was none other than the Red-Clad Brown Slave of the Northern Yan King!

His face was covered in a thick white beard, revealing no emotion, but he walked very slowly, indicating that he was in a daze. The argument was still going on inside the royal tent. The Northern Yan people were wilder than the Daliang people, and their voices were extremely loud, making his figure appear even smaller.

"How could we possibly negotiate?! Don't you know what we've done in Daliang? Besides, the Holy Son said that Northern Yan must take Daliang this year, otherwise, the consequences will be dire."

This is the pro-war faction.

"Heh, Holy Son? You all had people examine that corpse. It was indeed a heart ailment, a lack of divine favor. Chi Zhanlan Ce, in league with Wu Qiao, tricked our tribes into becoming pawns. We've fought until now, and we haven't seen much benefit, but we've lost quite a few people! If we had conquered Daliang, that would have been fine, but now that the two countries are enemies and he's dead, how can we fight? We should seek peace with Daliang as soon as possible."

This is the peace faction.

How will you know if you don't try?

"If we try Northern Yan, we're truly doomed!"

"We must avenge Prince Lan Ce!"

"You can go if you want, we're not going."

...

Amidst the commotion, the King of Northern Yan, alone and forlorn, left his royal tent and went to the very back, where he gently lifted his son from the ice coffin.

The once-renowned Holy Son of Northern Yan, whose words were spoken without anyone daring to contradict him in the royal tent, now lies quietly behind the tent, ignored and uncared for, his corpse ignored, with everyone preoccupied with vying for the power vacuum he left behind…

With his body hunched over, King Chizhan carried his most beloved and hopeful son, Chizhan Lanze, on his back, weighed him down, and carried him toward the hillside where Ye Xiren was.

He was panting heavily from exhaustion. He stood aside and asked the guards to bring hoes and shovels to bury Chi Zhanlan Ce. Only he was still concerned about giving Chi Zhanlan Ce a proper burial.

Northern Yan is about to fall into chaos.

At that time, who will still care about his son?

Soon a small mound appeared on the hillside, the grave facing the vast grassland. King Chizhan personally dug up some flowers and grass and planted them beside it. Wiping away his tears with his muddy, wrinkled hands, he murmured:

“Ce’er, I’m burying you in your favorite Wuyue Mountain. From here you can see the whole grassland. In the next life… my Ce’er will live a long and healthy life, free from illness and pain.”

If he committed evil deeds, why didn't the Eternal Heaven take away his lifespan instead of taking away Lan Ce's?

He's so young!

After sitting for a while, the red-clad slave stood up, his body swaying. He barely managed to stand, his figure becoming increasingly hunched, showing signs of nearing the end of his life. He slowly walked down Wuyue Mountain and headed towards the royal tent.

Ye Xiren looked up and saw Chi Zhanlan Ce's grave.

She couldn't help but shudder.

Even though this person is dead, she still can't help but feel apprehensive. If she wants him to live a long life in the next life, she must not give him exceptional intelligence, but also ambition and cruelty.

Ye Xiren was standing on high ground and watched from afar as the people on horseback galloped towards her. Her pupils contracted and she quickly ran down.

A message has arrived!

"Report! Your Majesty, we have suffered a major defeat at the Huai'an Canal! The Second Prince has led hundreds of thousands of our Northern Yan troops in a panicked retreat and is currently withdrawing from the Huai'an Canal!" The man's face was flushed, filled with grief and indignation.

The red-clad, brown-skinned slave stared wide-eyed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down.

Ye Xiren was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. The news had changed to "Our army's great victory at the Huai'an Canal"—a nightmare for Northern Yan and good news for Great Liang.

Yan Danqing is truly outstanding!

Chi Zhanlan left behind a blood-written letter and a plan of action. The Northern Yan army was filled with hatred, but he still won this crucial battle. He truly deserves to be called the young general of the Yan family.

Unable to contain her excitement, she patted Changfeng on the shoulder and ran down the mountain. A stone tripped her, and she stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

Ye Xiren: "?"

Ye Xiren: "!!"

Looking at the stones under her feet, then at the hand that seemed to have just patted Changfeng, and then looking down at herself... the joy on her face was gradually replaced by fear and astonishment, her face filled with horror.

Is it about to appear?

Good news, but this is in the Northern Yan King's tent!

Ye Xiren was stunned, especially when she realized someone was looking at her. She froze on the spot like a cat with its fur standing on end, her face full of terror.

Fortunately, the person naturally looked away, as if they hadn't seen anything.

Ye Xiren breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon, she realized that no one was paying attention to her, no one could see her, and even stones couldn't always trip her up. She felt like she was somewhere between the penultimate cycle and this final one...

It has appeared.

It hasn't fully appeared yet.

Jiang You still couldn't remember her; there was still no memory of her in the world. But occasionally she could touch things and feel Changfeng, indicating that she was recovering, which was the best news.

Ye Xiren was about to slip away.

Imagine if she were to "make a living person appear out of thin air" in the Northern Yan King's tent; she would come back to life, only to die again immediately...

Ye Xiren glanced at Jiang You. Although he was imprisoned here, he was very well-informed. Many people in Northern Yan were secretly in contact with him, hoping to gain the support of Daliang in advance and seize the power of the Northern Yan royal court.

Naturally, he received news of Yan Danqing's great victory immediately.

Jiang You was overjoyed, then bent down to write letters and secretly sent them to various factions in Northern Yan, his eyes filled with coldness.

During this time, more letters from the Northern Yan tribe appeared on his desk, no longer bothering to conceal them, and were delivered directly to him. The King of Northern Yan coughed up blood, and although he survived, those people were still thinking about how to seize power after his death...

The news of the great defeat at Huai'an Canal made them start to think about how to better protect themselves. The stacks of letters piled high were the "sincerity" of the Northern Yan tribe. They wanted peace talks and a ceasefire!

Ye Xiren said, "Prime Minister Jiang, I have to go now. Everything seems to be going well here. Take care."

Ye Xiren lifted her foot, about to leave the tent, when she saw Jiang You looking at the candle on the table, reaching out to light a piece of paper covered in writing, and revealing a faint smile:

"Tonight, it's time."

Ye Xiren paused in her steps.

What is he going to do?

Jiang You remained silent, only subtly sending out a coded signal. His men approached silently, bringing bamboo tubes tied to their legs. He collected the contents, poured them all into a larger bamboo tube, and carefully hid it...

The moment Ye Xiren saw it clearly, her pupils contracted.

Footsteps sounded, and Jiang You immediately resumed his normal posture, sitting at his desk reading a book. The newcomer lowered his head and said softly, "His Majesty has agreed to peace talks. Minister Jiang, please."

Jiang You stood up, his expression unchanged, his hands behind his back, and calmly followed.

Ye Xiren gasped, forgetting all about leaving, and crouched down near the Northern Yan King's tent to watch the commotion...

Inside the royal tent

The pale-faced slave, Chi Zhanhe, barely managed to sit on the throne. When he saw Jiang You stride in with an arrogant chin, a vein throbbed on his forehead, and he suppressed the anger between his brows.

Judging from his arrogant demeanor, he must have genuinely come to negotiate, rather than deliberately trying to deceive them...

King Chizhan had no choice but to believe it.

Chi Zhan Chengye has suffered a major defeat and it is unknown whether he will be able to return alive. He vomited blood again today. If it weren't for the fact that Chi Zhan Lan Ce still held considerable power, these people would have already thrown into chaos and started fighting for the throne.

If he doesn't negotiate, he could cause trouble in no time.

King Chizhan twitched his lips, revealing an extremely ugly smile. "Lord Jiang, welcome to Northern Yan. Please have a seat. This is a specialty of Northern Yan. Would you like to try it?"

Jiang You flicked his sleeves, sat down to the side without a word, and started eating without any ceremony or formality.

The red-clad, brown-haired slave gripped the tiger skin beneath him tightly.

Peace talks have officially begun.

The argument raged from nightfall to dawn, and then from dawn to dusk. Jiang You's proposed peace terms were harsh, enraging King Chizhan, but his ministers and other tribes secretly exerted pressure on him...

"Your Great Liang is not sincere in negotiating peace, otherwise why would you propose such harsh conditions?!"

"You must understand that the advantage now lies with our Great Liang. General Yan is exceptionally talented and brave in battle. The eldest prince of Chizhan died without divine protection, and the second prince is just a good-for-nothing. Now, it is you who need to negotiate more!"

"My Northern Yan is powerful, while your Great Liang is internally depleted and can't even produce enough grain. Do you think you can keep fighting like this?"

“We may not have enough food, but we can rob yours. Isn’t that your usual tactic? Otherwise, where does your Northern Yan army get its food? It’s all robbed from our northern lands! Besides, Yunlai is assisting us by supplying us with food. What are we afraid of?”

"Jiang You, don't go too far!"

The louder the argument, the more relaxed King Chizhan became.

It seems...

This Prime Minister Jiang is truly sincere about peace talks.

Some harsh conditions were like a psychological barrier for the King of Northern Yan. He glanced at everyone present and wondered if there was anything he didn't understand.

Fortunately, it's just a matter of regurgitating what was already taken in. As for the other conditions agreed upon, those will be settled after Chi Zhan Cheng Ye and his army return and Northern Yan resolves its internal strife...

They might not admit it!

Ye Xiren stood at the entrance of the largest tent, sometimes squatting, sometimes sitting, enduring until another night fell. Finally, she heard the noise inside quiet down. Jiang You finally agreed to back down, and the hoarse arguing completely disappeared, gradually turning into peace and laughter.

"We hope that Minister Jiang and the Emperor of Daliang will keep their promise."

"That's natural. There are no eternal enemies. The Great Liang and the Northern Yan, our Emperor and the King of Chizhan are eternal friends."

"Haha, to use your ancient Liang language, this is a case of letting bygones be bygones! Men, light a bonfire and prepare wine to welcome our guests from afar!"

Ye Xiren: "..."

Sometimes, I really admire these officials. One minute they're arguing so fiercely they're practically ready to draw their swords and kill each other, their voices hoarse, and the next they're "good friends," smiling and greeting each other across the sea of ​​blood feuds...

This is not something an ordinary person can do; it's something that truly cannot be done.

Amidst the bonfire, dancing, and clinking of glasses, Jiang You was surrounded by smiles, drinking every toast offered. After signing the peace agreement, he seemed to truly consider this place his home, his arrogance vanished, and he became even more amiable.

As it grew later, the atmosphere became increasingly pleasant.

The red-clad servant looked at him with a smile.

Beside her, Princess Chizhan's eyes were filled with venom, her voice hoarse: "These Liang people killed my son, does Your Majesty still want to negotiate with them?! Who will avenge my son?"

The red-clad servant held her hand and lowered his voice: "I will avenge Ce'er. These Liang people have the upper hand now. Since they are willing to negotiate, then let them negotiate. It's just a contract, which can be torn up at any time. Let's wait a little longer. As long as Northern Yan recovers, I want the blood of a million Liang people to be buried with my son!"

After saying that, he ordered, "Send the princess back."

After the princess left, he stood up with a smile, though the smile didn't reach his eyes. He slowly walked towards Jiang You, raised his wine cup, and offered a toast, "Prime Minister Jiang, how is my Northern Yan?"

"Very good, very good." Jiang You, slightly tipsy, clinked glasses with him. "I really like Northern Yan..."

Before he could even take a sip of the wine, Chi Zhanhenu felt as if his ears had been shattered. Suddenly, a raging fire burst forth in front of him, its flames soaring into the sky and engulfing everything around him. Jiang You, who was standing in front of him, had become a human torch.

Screams, roars, and the clatter of horses filled the air. King Chizhan stood there, stunned, his head buzzing, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the explosion.

what happened?

"Your Majesty!"

"Quickly, save the king!"

Red-Clad Brown Slave lowered his head and realized that he too was on fire. He and Jiang You had been standing too close, and the massive impact of the nearby bonfire had caused them to bleed from all seven orifices simultaneously, making survival impossible...

It's gunpowder!

How is that possible?

Does Jiang You have a death wish?!

Jiang You was near the storm. He was engulfed in flames and bleeding from his seven orifices, but his eyes flashed with fierceness. He suddenly grabbed a Northern Yan scimitar and used it with great force to decapitate the person in front of him.

King Chizhan stared wide-eyed, dying with his eyes wide open, unable to close them in peace.

"Hahaha!" Jiang You laughed loudly, throwing the signed peace treaty into the fire. His voice was hoarse and fierce. "The Yan traitors killed my parents, kidnapped my children, and trampled my home... You think you can just let bygones be bygones? Keep dreaming!"

The Crimson King is dead.

Let the Northern Yan royal tent, already in chaos because of Chi Zhanlan Ce's death, become even more chaotic.

Next, the various tribes will be fighting amongst themselves to elect a new King of Northern Yan, so how can they possibly support or attack Daliang?

Angry eyes were fixed on him, and knives were thrust into his body, but Jiang You didn't care. He only looked at the fallen head of the Crimson King, his face full of regret.

What a pity.

It would be even better if this head could be delivered to Yan Danqing. He would definitely play a major role in crushing the Northern Yan army led by Chizhan Chengye. At that time, the Northern Yan royal camp would be unable to provide support, and the outcome would be inevitable. The victory of Daliang would be just around the corner.

What a pity!

The next moment, Jiang You was stunned.

Suddenly, the head of the Crimson King on the ground flew up...

It flew away.

It just flew away out of thin air.

Ye Xiren, who had been hiding in a safe area, rushed over the moment he cut off the head, closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, covered the Red Lamp King's head with a cloth, and ran away with a ferocious expression!

Help!

Jiang You: "???"

All around, screams erupted.

In the instant the flames completely engulfed him, Jiang You seemed to see a familiar white figure appearing and disappearing in the direction where the head had vanished, rushing towards Changfeng amidst terrified screams.

Memories seemed to gradually return to my mind.

Jiang You smiled: "It's Miss Ye the Second."

He finally felt completely at ease, closed his eyes, and his body collapsed with a bang, disappearing into the flames.

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Author's Note: There will be another chapter tomorrow!

Our Xixi is always so unpredictable!

Hahaha