Chapter 500 Yan Changkong's Nightmare
night.
Nansang Palace.
The lights in Qingning Palace are bright at night.
In the chess room specially arranged in the side hall, an old man and a young boy sat beside the chessboard and played chess.
The old man placed his last piece and said in a dignified voice, "You lose again."
Yan Changkong lowered his eyes and said, "Grandfather is an expert in chess. I, your grandson, am willing to admit defeat."
"It's not that you are not good at chess, but that your mind is not at peace." The emperor snorted.
After a brief silence, Yan Changkong whispered, "Grandfather, is this necessary? The people are innocent—"
"Hmph, womanly kindness!" The retired emperor snorted coldly, his face darkening. "Those who achieve great things fear indecision the most! Even a general's success requires countless sacrifices, let alone the supreme power of the emperor! When I, Nan Sang, unify the world, centuries from now, the world will only remember the king's achievements, not the means used behind the scenes or the number of lives lost! For hundreds of years, the Central Plains has been divided among various states, leading to endless conflicts! Only when unification is achieved and the people are united can there be true peace!"
After saying this, he softened his tone and spoke earnestly, "Kong'er, when you were born, the sky was filled with auspicious clouds. The Imperial Master said that you had a supreme destiny and would lead Nansang to a prosperous era again. You were also very intelligent since childhood, always the best among your peers, unmatched."
The magic weapon that all countries have been seeking for was found by you when you accidentally stumbled into a secret place while playing as a child. How great a blessing must you be to have such an opportunity?
Since then, my royal grandfather has designated you as the future supreme leader of Nansang, offering you all the best things and paving the way for you to reach the top...
Kong'er, please don't let your grandfather down."
Yan Changkong lowered his head, clenched his hands on his knees, and swore against his will, "Grandfather, please calm down. I will remember your teachings and will never let you down."
Walking out of Qingning Palace, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse outside. The crescent moon hanging in the night sky seemed to be stained with thick water vapor, and its outline was hazy.
Yan Changkong walked steadily along the white marble palace road, his back straight, until he was out of sight of Qingning Palace. He suddenly reached out to hold onto the carved white marble handrail beside him, supporting his suddenly weakened body, his face as dim as the moonlight.
He stood there quietly, enjoying the night wind for a long time. After forcibly suppressing the chaotic emotions in his heart, he slowly left.
In Qingning Palace, the retired emperor was still sitting beside the chessboard, but behind him stood a silver-haired old man in a loose grey robe. Although he was old, he was in good spirits, with wise and clear eyes.
"Kong'er is still too young. Although he is very talented, his heart is not strong enough. He was a hostage in the exile area for several months, but he did not develop hatred, but softened his heart instead." The emperor closed his eyes and threw the black piece in his hand into the chess box with force. The jade stones collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
The old man bowed respectfully, "Don't worry, my emperor. As long as Su Jiuni is eliminated, there will be no obstacles in the way of the crown prince. Everything will fall into place naturally and will be unstoppable."
"You observe the stars, is Su Jiuni really the goddess star?"
"I dare not deceive our emperor. When the prince was born, he was surrounded by auspicious signs, and the Supreme Emperor Star suddenly appeared. The star chart was already determined at that time, and the prince would surely ascend to the pinnacle of the Supreme." The old man paused, frowning. "If nothing unexpected happened, Nansang would have achieved great success. However, a few years later, a star suddenly appeared in the sky. At first, its light was dim and unnoticeable, but later it shone brightly. By the time I noticed it, it was too late. The star had shifted, disrupting the original star chart. If she were from Nansang, it would have been fine, but she happened to be-"
The Emperor slowly opened his eyes, a cold light flickering in his eyes, "No matter if she is a goddess or not, she is a great threat to Nan Sang. If she is not dead, I dare not use the magic weapon in my hands easily. Su Jiuni must be eliminated!"
Midnight.
The wing rooms in the main courtyard of the Prince's Mansion.
The young man on the high bed had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. He was sleeping uneasily, with fine beads of cold sweat on his forehead.
Yan Changkong knew that he was having a nightmare, but he just couldn't open his eyes and wake up.
In the nightmare, he was like a wandering soul, watching the vicissitudes of the Central Plains over the past decade as a bystander.
The great powers of Dongpu, Beixiang and Xiling were destroyed one after another, and the cities of Dayong and Daiyue were also trampled by the Nansang cavalry. The remaining small countries were unable to compete and were forced to submit.
In this dream, Nan Sang is full of majesty.
He saw himself wearing golden armor and leading his troops to expand the territory of Nansang, just as the national teacher predicted, to unify the countries and tribes in the Central Plains.
With the help of the magic weapon, it only took him ten years.
The world was united.
Sitting on the supreme position.
In the past ten years, he has seen countless familiar faces.
Emperor Dongpu, Empress Xiling, King Mobei, Nangong Qingyu... some committed suicide after their country was destroyed, while others led their troops to fight against the enemy and died on the battlefield.
Even when he personally set foot on the land of exile after it was incorporated into the territory of Nansang, the scene he saw was completely different from what it is today.
Long before the unification of the world, Wangque Tower was defeated, and the well-known Bai Xiaofeng died in an ambush by a traitor of the Mohist school, with thousands of arrows piercing his heart.
Hu Kuan, the leader of the Twelve Wharf Gang, prospered in the water but died in the water. He died in Qinghe River and was a rotten floating corpse when he was salvaged.
Du Buqin died even earlier. In his early years, when he sneaked into Wangque Tower, he was killed by Bai Xiaofeng. Later, no one mentioned his name.
Bai Kui, the lord of the north city of Fengyun City, disappeared after Fengyun City was taken down, and his son Bai Yu disappeared with him, leaving no trace in his dreams.
There was also Huo Ziheng, who died of poisoning at the age of forty, and he and his wife died together in a dilapidated house in Tubei Mountain. The couple had no children and no descendants until their death.
He met almost everyone he met in Tubei Village.
Except the Su family.
Except Su Jiuni.
After the unification of the Central Plains, he enjoyed five years of glory.
The divine soldiers suddenly rioted.
He died at the hands of the divine soldier Mo Cang, and was tortured to death by slow slicing.
The Nansang Kingdom was destroyed after only five years of unification.
The mainland fell into chaos again, and the surrounding powers sent their troops straight in, burning, killing, and looting the people of the Central Plains and dividing up the territory of the Central Plains.
"Ah!" Yan Changkong suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, gasping heavily, his eyes bloodshot.
He didn't even dare to recall the last scene of the dream: corpses lying everywhere, wailing everywhere, and blood flowing like a river!
"It's a dream, it's a dream..." He murmured in panic, patting his head to wake himself up, "It's a dream, it's all fake..."
They're all fake.
There was no Su Jiuni in that dream, it was fake.
It's fake!
"Someone come! Someone come!" Yan Changkong threw off the quilt and got out of bed, forgetting even to put on his shoes, and rushed out in a hurry.
The night watchman outside the door immediately rushed in. Seeing his appearance, he was frightened. "Prince, what's wrong with you? It's already the second watch outside. Where are you going so late?"
"Go to the iron prison!" Yan Changkong's hands were shaking violently, his eyes darkening to the extreme, "I want to see Mo Cang!"
"Prince, Mo Cang's situation is becoming increasingly uncontrollable. If you want to see him, you need to be well prepared. Otherwise, it will be too dangerous! Please wait a moment. I will go get the things first!"
"quick!!"
The long-time attendant did not dare to delay and took out a small box from the secret compartment of the bedroom. He checked the box and found the shaved scalp inside. Then he handed the box to Yan Changkong.
The master and servant hurried into the palace and headed straight to the deserted palace in the north.
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