He Xieyan had imagined countless scenarios of meeting Fuzhu, and he had also decided to tell him his decision: he would no longer be the ruler of Shu.
From then on, the capital of Shu was willing to submit to the Tianze Kingdom under the control of Fuzhu, and exist as a vassal state.
Fu Zhu often said he was a bad kid, but in reality he was kind-hearted.
He Xieyan scoffed at his words. What did he mean by kindness? Calling him kind was an insult to the word "kindness."
He had to admit that he was a ruthless person. As the youngest ruler of Shu, he was thrust into the political arena at a very young age.
My father once said that as the ruler, life and death are entirely within his control.
For some reason, he saw ugliness in everyone, and he could always see aspects of them that displeased him.
Therefore, his style of conduct in the imperial court became increasingly arrogant and ruthless.
Until he met Prince Tianze, Fuzhu.
The world perceived him as gentle, kind, frugal, and modest, with a heart for the world. But no one knew better than him that coldness emanated from his very bones.
Strangely enough, every time he traveled with Tianshui, it happened, which was really unpleasant.
Today he would also give Fuzhu a good scolding, and if Fuzhu succeeded to the throne after he was no longer the ruler of Shu, he would also have to take some time to drink a few jugs of Zuiyuxin with him.
Of course, you should also choose a day with good weather when you travel in the future.
With this in mind, He Xieyan's steps quickened and became much more cheerful.
Hearing a heavy thud, He Xieyan stood frozen in place, his pupils reflecting the image of the pale figure falling to the ground. He saw blood flowing from the figure's body, running down the cold floor to his feet. His golden boots, stained with blood, seemed to have glued his legs to the floor, rendering him unable to move.
He Xieyan never imagined that Fuzhu would die before him. In his plan, this guy should live to be a hundred years old and be the gentlest and most handsome old man.
"ah--"
He Xieyan rushed over, using both hands and feet. He knelt helplessly beside Fuzhu, tears streaming down his face, like a helpless child.
His throat felt like it was blocked; he opened his lips, but couldn't utter a single word.
He Xieyan let Fuzhu lean against him, but his hands were flustered and he didn't know where to put them. His tears were mixed with Fuzhu's blood, cold and hot, just like when Fuzhu held his wrist when they first met.
His voice was low, gentle, and pleasant: "King He, if we can make him serve the country, it would be more valuable than killing him."
The hand was slightly cool, yet it burned his heart.
Never before had he so eagerly wanted to be friends with Tianze, whom he hated the most.
The letter on the table was slightly bent by the wind. The candlelight illuminated the flowing, powerful strokes of the characters on the spot where the paperweight rested.
【King Xieyan, let's make a promise.】
Next time you see me, bring a few jugs of "Drunken Jade Heart" wine, and we'll drink until dawn.
...
"He Xieyan, with ruthless methods, conspired with the princes to rebel against the emperor. There were many times when Fuzhu could have killed He Xieyan, but he did not. The emperor kept pressuring him, but he still did not do so."
"In everyone's heart, there is no He Xieyan as long as there is Fuzhu; only one of them can live."
Seeing Wu Yue's stunned expression, Yan Chiyu explained from the side.
"The palace of Fuzhu has been relocated and is now called Dongcheng Villa."
Wu Yue vaguely guessed why Lu Shu was trapped in her house.
The boy in black clenched his fist tightly at the front of his shirt. "Fuzhu, people say you are kind, but I think you are escapist and cowardly at heart. When will you... be able to think about yourself?"
He clenched his teeth and sobbed softly.
Tears mingled with blood, drifting far away on the wind.
In the cold night, the boy in black imprisoned himself here forever, in his own way.
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