355 Please embark on your journey.

"No need to rush, let's go together." Xiao Cui stopped in her tracks upon hearing the soft voice.

The sound was like a babbling brook, echoing in her ears, so captivating that she forgot the mundane world. Xiao Cui blushed and remained silent.

Li'er wasn't much better off; her face was flushed as she looked at her toes.

Gently taking Li'er's hand, and then Xiao Cui's, he softly said, "Lead the way."

The heat traveled from my fingers to my palms and then to my arms, and I suddenly felt that the temperature was not so cold, which brought me a sense of peace.

She gently embraced him; his skin was as slender as a willow branch, soft and boneless, carrying a faint, refreshing fragrance. Supporting the two of them, she gently led them forward.

Qing'er and Bai'er were just about to come over to check on Madam. The master hadn't returned yet, and Madam was feeling a little irritable. The two of them planned to help collect osmanthus flowers and then make some osmanthus cakes together. Osmanthus cakes have a pleasant fragrance and they thought they could improve Madam's mood.

Upon seeing the person, she was immediately terrified, turned and ran as if she had seen a tiger, shouting as she ran, "Master is back! Madam! Master is back!"

He chuckled softly as he watched the two figures disappear.

Cui'er and Li'er immediately felt shy. Watching the two men leave, they were about to call out to them, asking them to come and help them up. However, the two men left quickly, and neither of them had a chance to speak.

Her face flushed, and she felt a sweet emotion. A beauty loves a hero, especially such a great hero, or perhaps an indescribable gentleman. It's only natural that a beautiful woman would fall in love at first sight.

Its unique temperament, surging and powerful strength, and irresistible charm naturally captivate one.

Footsteps approached, light, hurried, and expectant; four stunningly beautiful women came together.

She wore a long dress, her eyes were full of expectation, and a hint of weariness was visible on her face.

I grow thinner and thinner, yet I have no regrets, for I am wasting away for her sake.

For many days, I searched and searched, feeling cold and lonely. The longer I waited, the more lonely, desolate, and sad I became. I could not find the trace in my heart, and a fear of forgetting welled up in my heart.

Today, I was overjoyed and rushed over without any attempt to hide it. My heart was bursting with happiness and my face was beaming with joy!

It was as if all my worries and troubles had vanished. My mood became incredibly cheerful, and I radiated an aura of happiness.

Without a second thought or concern, she gently embraced her lover, nestled close to him, and whispered sweet nothings.

'My husband, I miss you so much.'

An unsettling morning began, their hands clasped together, pale yet strong, their voices soft and melodious, like the warbling of a nightingale.

Then came a new sound, clear, loud, and beautiful.

There seemed to be a rocking chair gently swaying, and the light and shadows moving rhythmically.

It seemed to be a violent upheaval, exerting all its strength.

Two hours later, the sound gradually faded away.

Without feeling the slightest bit exhausted, looking as if her whole body didn't want to move, she gently covered herself with the blanket.

Feeling refreshed and energized, I slept soundly and comfortably.

Surrounded by soft fragrance, it is the most blissful dream on earth, more real than a fleeting illusion.

A desolate and decaying land, the smoke of war seems to have just ended yesterday!

The scene was desolate and bleak, dilapidated and broken. The city walls were crumbling, the streets were deserted, the houses were destroyed, and there were broken walls and ruins everywhere.

Amidst the oppressive atmosphere, dust, and smoke, atop a war-ravaged platform sits a solitary figure, clad in a red robe and adorned with double plumes. His face is imposing and domineering, his stature tall and robust, his eyes piercing and sharp.

Her hair was long and red, tied in a ponytail. Her red robe was embroidered with lively dragon and phoenix patterns. Her fierce eyes seemed to see through all hypocrisy and lies.

The six-foot-long crescent blade is covered with strange lines, and the bright red hilt seems to be stained too red, as it cannot be washed away.

A cold face, sharp eyebrows—it was clear he was a domineering, decisive, and bloodthirsty man, exuding a murderous aura. He was surrounded by loneliness and solitude.

In the distance, people rebuilding their homes are working hard to tidy up their houses.

I sat there quietly, my mind still immersed in memories.

A roar of anger and bewilderment erupted: 'Why have you framed me? We swore an oath to live and die together, to never forget each other even in wealth and honor.'

It's as if the person is still vivid in my mind, speaking heartlessly, "I regret it. We were like bedbugs in a stinking ditch, struggling together."

When I became successful, I went back in person and brought you with me. I wanted you to assist me.

I recommend you, I mentor you, we're brothers, let's create a bright future together.

And what about you!

They showed no gratitude whatsoever, constantly challenging me in every way, trying to outdo me. They even wanted to replace me.

Haha, you're truly my good brother!

One cup of poison, and all martial arts skills are lost; one can only be slaughtered at will.

Then, with a single slit in his throat, his life ended, and his whereabouts became unknown. Perhaps returning to the sea was the best ending for him.

However, by a stroke of luck, he was brought back to life. This arrogant and domineering man, with his formidable strength, returned alive, but he had no one he could trust except himself.

Slay the king, slay the brothers, and kill all the rebels.

He could never forget the look in his brother's eyes, the look in his eyes that made him feel like a traitor, a sinner.

She whispered softly, "You were the one who killed me, so why am I so heartbroken?"

It's clearly your fault, so why blame me?

I can be king, so why can't I?

You are nothing more than an official, and you only cause suffering to the people. If I were a king, I would be a powerful ruler, leading the people of this land away from this barren place.

Isn't it good!

"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?"

The shared hardships and the friendship forged through trials gradually changed amidst the greed and complexity of human nature.

Those who share hardship but not wealth, who struggle together from the bottom up, ultimately cannot resist the pleasures of power. A single word can decide life and death, a wave of the hand can cause rivers of blood to flow.

Muttering to himself with a cold indifference, "A hero may become king, but I am prepared to lose everything." He raised his broadsword, and a terrifying aura spread outwards.

At that moment, a soldier dressed in red approached quietly, bent down and whispered, "Red King, according to a letter from our spies, many prisoners have gone missing within the Qi Dynasty, a neighboring country."

Later, ministers who showed the slightest suspicion or resistance were arrested along with their entire families and disappeared.

Within a few years, the entire dynasty was ravaged, and anyone who dared to resist disappeared without a trace.

Moreover, there have been cases of missing persons along the borders of neighboring countries, and many villages are reportedly deserted. There is also a sense of unease within the court.

The leader of the neighboring country also appears to be much younger.

He nodded slightly, his voice low and indifferent, as if he were still lost in the past.

Born into humble circumstances, one naturally understands the hardships of life.

Looking at the people in the distance who are beginning a new life, a beautiful new life, an era of equality for all, it is about to begin in my hands.