Chapter 183 Nian Nian, Thank You
Chunyu Han, who was supposed to go directly to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, returned to the Regent's mansion first.
When Chunyu Han entered, Yu Nian was indeed sitting on the porch waiting for him, just as usual.
Seeing that Chunyu Han was safe and sound, Yu Nian jumped down from the railing and rushed into his arms like a gust of wind.
All the uncertainty and uncertainty took root the moment they met Chunyu Han.
Chunyu Han hugged her tightly, and neither of them spoke, quietly embracing each other.
Everything is understood without words.
Fine snowflakes drifted down slowly, and the vast sea delivered an invitation from the Duke of Zhenguo.
They arranged to meet Chunyu Han at the former General Han's residence in the east of the city.
Chunyu Hanxin understood and assigned another task to Canghai.
"Tell Haiyan to send a message to the guests, saying goodbye and that there is no need to see them again. If they still want to live, they should get out of the capital immediately before I change my mind."
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The pure white snow fell in a flurry.
The buildings covered by snow made General Han's mansion look less dilapidated.
The Duke of Zhenguo, clad in armor, sat cross-legged in the central courtyard, a pot of wine warming on a small stove on the table.
Upon seeing the figure in black appear at the door, the Duke of Zhenguo spoke first.
“I know that even if I didn’t invite you, you would have come to me sooner or later.”
The Duke of Zhenguo took out a dark brocade pouch containing the half of the tiger tally he was about to hand over.
"You use the Han family spear technique extremely well."
He recognized him as a member of the Han family at a glance.
Chunyu Han awakened the fear buried deep in his heart. For more than twenty years, the Duke of Zhenguo could not forget the scene of the Han family being executed.
“It’s you.”
On the way here, Chunyu Han looked through the files and found that the only loophole was in the case of the Duke of Zhenguo. The emperor wanted to use Chunyu Han to deal with his nemesis.
From both a moral and logical standpoint, this is a brilliant move.
"yes."
The Duke of Zhenguo raised his somewhat aged eyes and recounted the past to Chunyu Han.
He was jealous of Han Mingyang, who always seemed to be one step ahead of him. Blinded by jealousy, he intercepted and switched the military report intended for Han Mingyang.
Instead of retreating, they chose to hold out for a month.
He only wanted to delay his return, but he didn't expect Han Mingyang to be so stubborn. Even though he knew that not retreating meant certain death, he still chose to hold on to the death.
I'd rather die than be a deserter.
After Han Mingyang's death, he got what he wanted, but he lived in a nightmare of repentance every single day.
“I’ve prepared it for you. This is your father’s spear. It’s my good fortune that he was able to die by the Han family’s spear.”
The cold wind howled, whipping up a layer of frost and snow that landed on Chunyu Han's shoulders, and his grip on the gun tightened slowly.
His enemy was right in front of him, and he offered his neck to die without even struggling.
Everything from the past to the present was a chaotic mess in Chunyu Han's mind; he could kill him with ease.
Killing him alone cannot avenge the deaths of Han's army, nor can it console the spirits of the 30,000 fallen soldiers.
Just like today, without the authorization of those in power, could the Duke of Zhenguo, who was just a junior general at the time, have intercepted and replaced military reports without leaving a trace?
Kill him, take one step forward, and ahead lies an endless sea of enemies and bloodshed.
He was no longer alone; he had just followed a glimmer of light out of the bitterly cold night, and he did not want to fall into the abyss of darkness again.
The hand gripping the gun barrel loosened, and the knot that had accumulated over many years was slowly untied.
Chunyu Han picked up the spear, the force of the spear tip sweeping across it was more biting than the cold wind, the icy spear tip brushed past the Duke of Zhenguo's nose, leaving a bloody mark.
Chunyu Han finally picked up the brocade pouch containing the tiger tally that was placed on the table, turned around and left.
Watching Chunyu Han's departing figure with his gun, the Duke of Zhenguo seemed to see Han Mingyang from back then.
“Brother Mingyang, twenty years ago, I lost to you, and twenty years later, I lost to your son... Ah, I shall slowly pay for my sins in hell.”
Picking up the warmed poisoned wine from the table, the Duke of Zhenguo tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
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Chunyu Han stepped out of General Han's mansion, holding the spear that had accompanied his father on the battlefield. The scratches on the spear were like his father's earnest teachings to him.
Under the leaden sky, the scattered snowflakes that fell when we arrived had already covered the official road, like a pure and flawless carpet, burying all the filth and undercurrents.
At the end of the silver carpet, a beautiful figure was slowly walking towards him.
Silver snowflakes fell on their heads as they walked toward each other, as if they were destined to grow old together.
Yu Nian couldn't put her mind at ease, so she quietly followed him. She wouldn't disturb him while he was dealing with his business; she would just wait silently outside.
"Husband...have you taken your revenge?"
When Chunyu Han met with the Regent's Mansion, he told Yu Nian his story. Before he left, he told her that he was going to settle the long-standing feud.
Yu Nian first looked Chunyu Han over and saw that he was not injured and there was no smell of blood before she felt relieved.
"No, it wasn't reported."
Chunyu Han lowered his eyes, looked at Yu Nian's slightly red nose, and said something ambiguous.
His father sent him out and risked his life to keep him alive, not so that he would be trapped in the quagmire of revenge.
"My father died to quell the Xiongnu, and I have completed his unfinished mission, which is how I have truly avenged him."
Niannian, thank you…
Yu Nian looked up, her eyes somewhat blank.
"I didn't help you much; you figured it out yourself."
Chunyu Han raised his hand to help Yu Nian tidy the stray hairs by her ears, his eyes filled with a warmth that could melt away ice and snow.
If she hadn't melted his heart, Chunyu Han would definitely have chosen to end it all with an iron fist and in a bloody manner.
Lifting her chin, Chunyu Han leaned down and kissed away a snowflake that clung to her brow, his tone gentle yet firm.
"Niannian, wait for me to come back."
Once everything was over, he would take her to Jiangnan, away from the treacherous and unpredictable capital, to find a peaceful haven.
The army had three days to prepare before leaving the capital.
Yu Nian returned to the Prime Minister's residence and emptied Yu Huaifeng's storeroom.
"Niannian, my dear daughter, please keep her for me!"
Yu Huaifeng was heartbroken. He had spent most of his life embezzling to accumulate this little bit of wealth, but he never expected that it would be confiscated by his own daughter in a roundabout way.
Yu Nian and Yu Huaifeng were fighting over a red coral ornament. Yu Huaifeng pulled it to the left, and Yu Nian pulled it to the right.
"Dad, haven't you heard the saying 'A poor family travels with plenty of resources'?"
"How did your Regent's Mansion become a poor household?"
"The Regent's Office has long been emptied of funds. Your son-in-law is going to war, and he will be traveling tens of thousands of miles away. If he runs out of food and supplies halfway there and has to wait for reinforcements, that will cause a lot of delays!"
Despite Yu Huaifeng's furious outburst, he couldn't persuade them and could only watch helplessly as his large coral was loaded onto the truck.
“Father, don’t be too distressed. Think about it, after Chunyu Han leaves, the Crown Prince will be observing the government again. He might come to investigate you any day. Isn’t this a way of being prepared? I’ve kept a record of everything he took from you. When Chunyu Han comes back, I’ll have him return it to you.”
That's what he said, but Yu Huaifeng's heart was truly aching.
When Chunyu Han returned from the military camp, he saw his father-in-law looking grief-stricken, with tears streaming down his face.
Yu Huaifeng's hand, which was holding Chunyu Han's, was trembling slightly.
"Good son-in-law, you must come back alive for my sake!"
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