Helan Wuxia's days were filled with joy and success. She held a high position and was the most favored concubine in the harem; her son entered the court and began to show his talent; both mother and son were highly regarded by Jin Mingrui, and their future prospects seemed limitless.

He himself believed so, and even during their long period of close interaction, he had developed some feelings for Kim Myung-seo. Although Kim Myung-seo was older, he was handsome and capable, possessing an irresistible regal aura. It was believed that few women in the world could resist his charm.

The only pity is that after Jin Minghe broke up with him, he quickly knelt down and left on his own to go to his fiefdom, never to return.

As Holland's power grew, it gradually began to investigate the events of 20 years ago. The death of the King of Qi was the beginning of all the tragedies, the source of the destruction of the Yong Kingdom, and the culprit behind the breakdown of his relationship with Jin Minghe. This matter had always haunted him.

He has been investigating in secret, without revealing a single clue. Although progress has been slow, his actions have been discreet. There will be absolutely no leaks.

That day, the investigation results from Helan Wuxia's subordinates were delivered. With mixed feelings of excitement and confusion, Helan Wuxia opened the letter in her hand and read it quickly.

Her slender fingers trembled incessantly, causing the envelope in her hand to flutter like a maple leaf falling in autumn. Helan's flawless eyes widened as disbelief materialized. She bit her lip tightly, using the pain to tell herself that this was not an illusion, but a real event.

"I never expected this! I've been so clever all my life, yet I've been completely fooled." He Lan Wuxia slammed her fist on the table, her eyes red-rimmed, the whites of her eyes already bloodshot. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

He always believed that it was his momentary negligence that led to the death of the King of Qi, caused his beloved to miss the throne, and also caused him to miss out on his most beautiful and sincere love.

Later, this incident escalated into a conflict between the two countries, leading to the destruction of the Yong Kingdom, the suffering of his family, and his inability to bear the consequences. He had to humbly appease others in order to ensure the safety of his family.

But now this thin envelope tells him that it was all a lie. For the past 20 years, he has lived in a lie, being deceived, fooled, and exploited.

None of this was Helan Wuxia's own fault, but rather the result of someone else's deliberate actions. He had been clearly arranged by someone 20 years ago.

This person was scheming and meticulous, keeping everything perfectly secret. He was the one who benefited the most, seizing power, beauty, wealth, and status, while the other was nothing more than a fool who was deceived and tricked.

"No, this matter cannot be left like this. I must take revenge." Helan Wuxia's eyes were bloodshot, making him look like a wild beast ready to devour its prey. He kept repeating this sentence, which gradually became an obsession in his mind.

With the decisive battle imminent, both emperors simultaneously issued decrees ordering their personal campaigns. It would be a great pity for such key figures to be absent at such a crucial moment.

Moreover, the emperor's personal command boosted morale and inspired the soldiers to fight bravely. The two armies clashed relentlessly, the battlefield littered with blood and corpses, transforming it into a blood-red landscape.

Neither side had any intention of retreating; victory or defeat hinged on this battle. The peaceful unification of the Yuntian Continent, and the generations-old ambition to unify the world, would all be realized in this war.

Success or failure, victory or defeat, all hinges on this one battle.

The two armies faced each other, and the emperors in armor stood opposite each other. They looked at each other from a distance, their eyes revealing their undisguised sharpness. With a wave of their hands, tens of thousands of lives were tied.

The screams of men, the neighing of horses, the clash of weapons, the thunderous drums of war, and the rampant flow of blood—all these filled the air. And one man would rise above the corpses of millions to become an emperor.

In the tent behind him, Wuyou held his grandson in his arms, gently comforting him, his peach-blossom eyes gazing at the distant battlefield. He had experienced war before, but he had never seen anything so devastating. Even now, he was still awestruck by the sheer scale of the scene.

The child in her arms was only two or three years old, biting his finger, his innocent and naive eyes full of curiosity, untouched by the turmoil of the outside world.

In another tent belonging to the Great Jing Kingdom, Helan Wuxia and Helan Min held hands, their shoulders touching, their heads facing each other, their eyes fixed on the battlefield.

He Lanmin was pale and emaciated. She had been bedridden for a long time, and it was only through her strong willpower that she had managed to hold on until now. She hoped to see her husband unify the country and to see her imprisoned family members before she died.

"Cough cough... Wuxia, I'm afraid I won't live any longer. Before I die, I will recommend you as my new empress. You must take good care of your family. Xiao Liang will surely achieve great things in the future. You must teach him well."

He Lanmin knew that her body was terminally ill and beyond cure, so she couldn't help but utter her last words.

"Auntie, everything will be alright." He Lan Wuxia forced herself to be cheerful, her eyes red-rimmed, but her words of comfort couldn't comfort anyone.

"You must serve the King well." Helan Min was a virtuous wife. Besides her family and relatives, her most beloved husband was the one she cared about most. Even though Jin Mingrui disappointed her, she was unwilling to give up on him.

Hearing this, Helan Wuxia looked at him strangely, but quickly returned to normal.

"Ah...ah...it's terrible! The King has been shot and killed by the enemy! The King is dead—" At this moment, the anxious breathing of a man came from outside the door, followed by a bolt of lightning that struck like a thunderbolt, leaving everyone stunned. Upon hearing this, Helan Min couldn't catch her breath and immediately fainted.

Helan Wuxia suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with shock. How could this be? The amount of medicine he administered was extremely small, only enough to slowly damage a person's body. He handled all of this personally, so there was no way anything would go wrong.

Could it be that Jin Mingrui is getting his comeuppance and deserves to never become the king who unifies the world? Wouldn't all his previous plans have been in vain?

It was precisely because he needed Jin Mingrui to become the king of Yuntian Continent so that he could pass the throne to his son that he ordered such a small amount. Jin Mingrui's death not only failed to unify the world, but also left her with a huge mess, and she might even become a prisoner.

Everything vanished in an instant, like smoke dissipating; such a huge gap is truly hard to accept.

"Quickly, pack your things and get out of here." The king is dead, the situation is settled, and the orphans of the Great Jing Kingdom are bound to suffer. Taking advantage of the chaos of war to escape as soon as possible and hope to make a comeback is the only way. Helan Wuxia hurriedly called to his confidants, preparing to escape with his son.

As Helan Wuxia peeked out from the side of the tent, a cold blade was pressed against her neck.