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With a single, gentle word, he said, "The power of a tyrant is like a sharp blade, cruelly falling on the necks of his subjects, filling them only with fear and unease."

If a king cannot bring good days to his people, then death is his only future. Isn't that so?

"Yes, Red King! Red King loves his people like his own children! He helped us rise from the mud and gave our families food to eat. We swear to follow Red King to the death!" With heartfelt sincerity, they prostrated themselves and kowtowed deeply.

Before my eyes, there was a bloodbath, the heads of previous kings were chopped off, their entire clans were wiped out, and not a single noble family was spared.

Now, his subordinates are truly devoted to him, without any regrets.

Looking at his loyal subordinates who followed him wholeheartedly, their unwavering faith and the desire to not be a mere ant, and the wish to start a family, have children, and continue the family line, he felt a strong sense of purpose.

The desire of parents to provide for their children and for their children to achieve success is just like that of myself back then. How similar they are.

'I am right, I am not wrong. Look, this is their wish, and it is also my wish.'

My friend, my brother, it's not that I was wrong, it's that you've fallen!

His thoughts were indeed tied to his brother with whom he had shared hardships; his dying curse, his hand clenched tightly, was a venomous, mocking laugh: 'I'll be waiting for you in hell.'

Her eyes narrowed, and she said softly, "Is there anything else?"

The newcomer stood up and said in a low voice, "The Red King, the emperor of the kingdom, has been missing for some time. Many forces are speculating about his whereabouts, and the forces within the kingdom are becoming restless."

Neighboring countries are also restless.

The emperor of the Ping Kingdom intended to start a war to plunder more living beings and their flesh and blood in order to refine human elixirs.

After saying this, his face was full of disdain: using his own people to refine elixirs in order to seek immortality.

However, the title of "subject" is rare; not all emperors consider themselves subjects.

The Red King remained silent, then said, "This kingdom has fertile territory, the most fertile land in the world, and it belongs to the virtuous and powerful."

People of our country, this land is too scarce in resources. Since we cannot hold onto this kingdom, we should naturally relinquish it.

Let the spies continue to investigate. This Holy Emperor of the Kingdom, we should first find out about the grudge we incurred back then.

If he is truly gone, that would be the day my Red Nation expands its territory.

"Yes, Red King." The subordinate slowly left.

As the sun sets and smoke rises from chimneys, his people, ravaged by war, begin a new life—the beginning of his own empire. 'If I become king, the world will submit.'

With a light turn of his foot, he moved quickly, as if passing through a tunnel.

A quiet and elegant bamboo courtyard, with three simple tiled houses. The area in front of the door is serene and deserted, with only the beautiful sound of a zither drifting in the wind.

It's like a clear spring flowing through my heart, bringing a sense of peace and comfort, an unparalleled tranquility and serene comfort.

There was no sound of insects or birds in the surrounding area, I don’t know if they were engrossed in the scene or if there were no insects or birds at all.

All that could be heard was the sound of the zither strings, which seemed to flow like water, each note a thought, rippling like waves. The boat was in the middle of the water, and in an instant, it stirred up the deepest dreams in my heart.

In dreams, there are many partings and few reunions; we hurriedly brush past each other, and my beloved is pitiful, for in this chaotic world, we have no control over our lives! Upon reflection, my heart is broken in many ways; who can pity fate's will?

The music abruptly changed; it had originally been a wish for all lovers to be united in marriage. In the blink of an eye, a chilling atmosphere descended!

It was as if mocking, 'Whether you are affectionate or heartless, the vast blue sky chills your tattered clothes. May all lovers in the world not find happiness together.'

A simple, nine-foot-long zither, its head carved with a phoenix holding its head high, exuding an air of nobility.

Her face was aloof and cold, she was silent and unsmiling, yet her unparalleled beauty could not be concealed. She was detached from worldly affairs and could not be tainted by human karma. She played the zither and talked about love, but love had died, and only the zither remained.

At this moment, a crescent moon, cold and clear, shines on a small pond in front of the door. The water is like jade, and the jade light reflects the rosy clouds. Her eyes are charming, her eyes are charming, her eyebrows are lowered, and her slender hands are playing the zither.

She wore a dark red long dress with a long, flowing hem, exuding both heroic spirit and beauty, charm and intellect. Her aloof demeanor seemed to conceal an unfathomable affection.

Once we met, it was unforgettable; our feelings remained strong after our reunion. Words failed to express our unspoken thoughts, but we were already lost in the past!

The Red King listened quietly, seemingly lost in the beautiful whispers. Gazing at the beautiful woman before him, his eyes were serene, undisturbed, as he waited patiently.

As the music ended, without looking up, his detached voice showed no concern for whether anyone was listening or appreciating the music: 'The Red King has come from afar. Please sit. I apologize for keeping him waiting.'

The person remained motionless, as if deep in thought.

The Red King showed no blame, as if it were commonplace, and went straight to the point, saying in a deep voice, "Excuse me, I've come to seek Yunqin's assistance."

Yunqin spoke softly, her mind wandering, seemingly oblivious to her own thoughts or even listening attentively, "Please speak, Red King."

The Red King remained unfazed, showing no concern. "The Holy Emperor of the Kingdom twenty years ago has left inexplicably this time and has not returned for a long time. There must be many changes."

Our people are poor and hardworking, yet they still cannot get enough to eat. Our kingdom is vast and rich in resources. If we could occupy a place here...

The living conditions of our people will be greatly improved.

With the king absent this time, and the previous dynasty in turmoil, the kingdom seized the opportunity to invade. Later, in battle, they suffered a narrow defeat. Thus, our great cause came to an abrupt end.

And then, I too died, which is truly regrettable.

However, it must be said that this person is a man of great talent and ambition, and his cultivation is unfathomable. If he were in power, it would naturally be occupied by someone with the strength to take his place.

I have no complaints. If it really disappears, this vast land will surely be occupied by those with power, and their descendants, if capable, can naturally take it over.

If they don't have that ability, then I will naturally do it.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest. Back then, '

He paused for a moment, seemingly unwilling to bring up the past.

'I dare not forget for a moment. This time, I will go ahead and investigate. If they cannot withstand it and kill the crown prince, internal strife will break out, and we will have more opportunities.'

If we manage to hold our ground, but the Holy Emperor is not here, other forces will likely seize the opportunity to act.

It is my Red Country…

"What is it, Your Majesty? Please speak freely, and She Yunqin will cooperate." The Red King interrupted abruptly before finishing his sentence, his tone indifferent, as if it were nothing of particular concern to him.

Whether they were his subjects or others, they all seemed like complete strangers to him.

The Red King sighed softly and said, "I wish to borrow your passage. I request Yunqin's assistance and her support!"

"Okay." Then, the sound of the piano began, seemingly expressing the speaker's reluctance to let go, the struggle between breaking off and continuing, being caught between the two, unable to truly let go of the memories of the past.

Once the music starts, you become completely absorbed in it, ignoring everything else and the people around you.

The Red King nodded slightly, having received what he wanted, and disappeared.