Destiny? I take the blame?

There were large-scale graves outside Beijing, with thin smoke and withered grass, and dark clouds covering the sky.

Ren Xuan's chaotic mind gradually regained clarity.

Ren Xuan was stunned for a moment. Something was wrong! He should be dead!

————He brought this upon himself.

However, a month ago, the emperor personally came to Ren Xuan’s general’s mansion, and the imperial officials and doctors were waiting on the road.

The emperor was not a wise ruler, and Ren Xuan was not a wise minister either.

A treacherous ruler deserves a treacherous minister. In this life, Ren Xuan and the current emperor can be considered to be "a ruler and a minister who have not let each other down."

——What a ghost.

The deadline is approaching, and Ren Xuan himself is very positive.

Ren Xuan had been waiting for this day for a long time. Perhaps, someone beside the Naihe Bridge had also been waiting for him for a long time...

The dog emperor didn't respect the personal wishes of his subjects at all, and he piled all kinds of treasures into the general's mansion without paying for them.

The emperor forced him to spend money to extend his life, but Ren Xuan's eagerly anticipated reincarnation was abruptly stopped by the Dog Emperor.

After more than a month, Ren Xuan could no longer bear it.

——He revealed his hand.

Ren Xuan couldn't remember much about what happened at the General's Mansion that night of the showdown.

I only remember that the eunuch who held the seal of the palace behind the emperor was shaking violently, and even the candle in the lantern in his hand was trembling violently.

The emperor personally asked about his condition, but Ren Xuan didn't even get up from the couch.

He smiled an almost imperceptible smile, a playful, mocking one, no longer afraid. "In the mid-autumn of the eighth year of the Jia Sui era, the uncle of the King of Jin was stabbed from behind. I was there."

In a trance, Ren Xuan seemed to have traveled through the long river of past events again and returned to that bloody night.

The emperor beside the sickbed had no other expression on his face, and Qin Shu just looked at him indifferently.

Under Qin Shu's indifferent gaze, there were countless scorched earth, seas of blood and mountains of corpses.

Ren Xuan has never been able to understand the emperor.

Ren Xuan has been pondering the emperor's thoughts for his entire life.

In the end, Ren Xuan didn't want to think about it anymore.

Ren Xuan met Qin Shu's cold gaze and said word by word, "Your uncle was injured by me and died because of me."

The candlelight in the room dimmed a little, making Qin Shu's handsome and elegant face look very dark.

Prince Jin, the old emperor's younger brother and Qin Shu's uncle, was one of the few members of the royal family who consistently supported Qin Shu during the bloody coup that overthrew the imperial court.

He died a miserable death...even his head was hung on the city wall.

Ren Xuan even felt that Qin Shu, the dog emperor, was destined to be unlucky.

Ren Xuan never saw anyone who had a good relationship with Qin Shu have a good ending.

Later, Qin Shu gathered troops to quell the rebellion and surrounded the capital.

For the life of his uncle, the heads of generals, ministers, and officials were rolling on the streets.

Only Ren Xuan was left behind.

The emperor never knew that it was Ren Xuan who stabbed him in the first place.

Ren Xuanyuan planned to take this matter to the grave.

Who made the dog emperor not let him be buried?

Ren Xuan was stunned when he saw the emperor lying beside the sickbed. Cracks appeared on the face of the bloodthirsty ruler, whose majesty had been unpredictable and whose emotions were indistinguishable for decades.

The next day, plain curtains and white sails were hung at the Zhenbei General's Mansion.

The dog emperor really changes his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

Not only did he kill him, but he also did not forget to do enough superficial work——

The emperor mourned for three days, bestowed nine tassels on him, promoted him to the title of General Protector of the Nation, and posthumously named him Zhongwu, bestowing him with the utmost honor.

The most ridiculous thing is that the dog emperor even invited hundreds of monks to chant sutras and perform rituals at his funeral. Because of these bald donkeys, Ren Xuan's reincarnation progress bar was stuck for three more days.

I don’t know what kind of incantation the monks chanted, but Ren Xuan’s baby was not able to be reborn at all.

Ren Xuan was like a ghost floating in front of the spirit body, listening to the Minister of Rites reading the short essay about the dog emperor for three days.

"In the past, the country was hit by sudden changes, the carriage was covered in dust, and the emperor was exiled."

"At that time, General Ren Xuan lived up to his loyalty and bravery. He gathered the scattered troops, beheaded the rebel leader, and defeated the bandits."

"Alas, Heaven has lost me. The king has lost his loyalty, and the country has lost its defenses."

"Alas, if only the netherworld knew, it would see this prosperous and peaceful world."

Ren Xuan was forced to attend his own funeral from beginning to end.

Finally, he was buried.

Buried means unearthed.

Ren Xuan looked at the several withered old trees in front of him. As far as the eye could see, there were dark and eerie graves without seals or tombstones.

Something is wrong...

He was clearly buried in Zhaoling, fifty miles northwest, so how did he open his eyes and find himself in a mass grave?

The ghost in front of him seemed to be able to hear his inner voice: "Don't you understand? Your tomb is in Zhaoling, and your soul is here - your ashes have been scattered in a mass grave."

Ren Xuan took a long breath.

——It’s hard, my fist is hard.

The dog emperor doesn't even let a dead person go.

As we all know, if a tomb is built too big, it will be robbed sooner or later.

Ren Xuan didn't really care whether there was an underground palace or a mausoleum in Dabieye.

He was in a hurry to reincarnate anyway, so when Ren Xuan took a step forward, the ghost messenger in black robe flew back five meters as if he had seen a ghost.

The ghost's face turned pale with horror: "Stop! Stay away from me!!"

Ren Xuan silently typed a question mark.

The ghostly messenger cautiously floated to about three meters away, looking him up and down while marveling at him. "Reverse Rebirth Mantra, Reverse Great Compassion Mantra, Reverse Merit Mantra, Reverse Original Vow Mantra. Sir, aren't those reverse salvation mantras on your body a bit too much?"

Ren Xuan: "Reverse salvation?"

The ghost nodded and timidly retreated half a meter: "I can't take you away with my current level. You are blessed by a high monk. If I dare to touch you in three to five hundred years, I will be taken away by you."

Ren Xuan remained silent, and cursed the dog emperor in his heart.

Just as the ghost was wondering, a light yellow book appeared out of thin air, and golden inscriptions filled the void, turning into a long track of time.

The long track of time jumped into Ren Xuan's eyes. This pale golden torrent originated from the ancient times and spread to a future that Ren Xuan had never seen.

The huge flow of information overwhelmed Ren Xuan. He seemed to see a lot, but also seemed to see nothing.

The next moment, the ghost closed the book and looked at Ren Xuan with a look that was hard to describe.

"No wonder the people below don't dare to accept you. You've ruined the entire destiny."

Ren Xuan didn't understand a single word: "Heaven's destiny? Original number?"

The ghost nodded coldly: "Let me put it simply. Has the destiny of this world been destroyed by you?"

"Heaven's will?" Ren Xuan understood a little: "You mean the emperor?"

The ghost in front of him nodded indifferently.

The ghost emissary coldly repeated, "In the eighth year of Jiasui, you defected to the Lu family, which led to the death of Wang Shu, the only one who supported the emperor at the time, and a huge fork in the destiny track."

"In the thirteenth year of the Jia Sui era, the prince of the Western Palace died because of you, and destiny changed dramatically again."

"Ten days ago, you did something that caused the fate of this world to begin to crumble."

Ren Xuan lowered his eyes, recalled his memory for a moment, and quickly matched the number.

——In the eighth year of Jiasui, the emperor’s uncle died.

——In the thirteenth year of Jiasui, the emperor’s wife died.

——Ten days ago, he told the emperor, your uncle——it was stabbed by a bastard, a bastard you have trusted all your life.

He raised an eyebrow: "What will happen if the destiny track collapses?"

“I haven’t seen it.” The ghost shook his head, very secretive. “The bottom—I won’t let it collapse.”

Ren Xuan could hear the hidden meaning in the words: "What do you mean?"

Ghost Messenger: "It's said below, you have to take responsibility."

"Responsible?" Ren Xuan laughed jokingly, "I'm responsible for him? Who's responsible for me?"

Is fate really that great? Who hasn't died yet?

The ghost messenger said calmly, "Destiny is the original number of the entire world. Only when the original number is right can your path be right."

Ren Xuan snorted, still disdainfully: "Heh, that loser BE himself, what does it have to do with me?"

Ren Xuan was also stunned when he blurted out words that he had never heard of before.

The ghost messenger in front of him was speechless: "Sir, after reading the Heavenly Fate Track, do you only remember these useless things?"

The ghost messenger didn't bother to explain anything further, and simply said, "You've also read the Fate Track. If we continue along the current world line, the curses on you will probably be like grass growing in this mass grave for hundreds of years."

——Damn it! Dog Emperor!

Although he cursed in his heart, General Ren, whose core concern was hit, remained flexible on the surface and said, "What should we do?"

The ghost in front of him gave him a mysterious look and said, "No one knows better than you what to do."

This was the last sentence Ren Xuan heard. In the chaos, everything in his sight turned to darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, the white ceiling of the military tent came into view.

——The commander’s headquarters in the clouds.

Ren Xuan stared at the white military tent above his head, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

There are noisy sounds and endless arguments in my ears.

The scarlet-robed civil servant was furious. "Prince Lu has overstayed his welcome. This violation of the rules isn't just the first or second time! Your Highness has repeatedly condoned this. If this continues, what kind of disrespect do you have for military and national law?"

Ren Xuan said "Oh" in his heart, and understood. The civil servants were using the emperor's girlfriend for "team building" again.

——No, this is the headquarters of the Yunzhong Commandery. Qin Shu is still rebelling and is not the emperor yet.

Ren Xuan looked up and saw Qin Shu lazily leaning against the desk. He asked casually, "What do you think we should do?"

Seeing Qin Shu's attitude, the censors in the hall were immediately excited and wrote one short essay after another.

Some are relatively conservative: "The title can be removed to see the effect."

There are relatively radical ones: "According to the law, the case should be transferred to the Three Divisions for disposal."

Some are relatively fearless: "Kill him to set the law right!"

Ren Xuan almost gave the last one a thumbs up. Buddy, you really aren't afraid of death.

While watching the show, Qin Shu suddenly raised his eyes and his gaze fell on him: "Ren Xuan, what do you think?"

I say? I say, you loser, do you deserve to be punished? Don’t you have any sense?!

Ren Xuan cursed himself inwardly for being a coward, then respectfully clasped his fists and said, "I believe there must be a reason for the delay. The most urgent task is to bring back Prince Lu."

Hey, as a humble worker, you can’t really scold your boss.

Qin Shu nodded slightly: "Qing, what you said makes sense. You can handle this matter."

Ren Xuan's silence was deafening.

——MD, the more you do, the more you will do!

Don’t you have any idea why Lu Xiyun didn’t return on time?

Don’t you have any idea whether I can take your ancestor back?

So, never get too close to your boss, or he will turn his personal emotional issues into your work KPI!

Ren Xuan lifted his robe and knelt down: "Your Highness, how many troops do you want me to bring?"