Chapter 174 A colossal joke: He will be second only to one person, and among ten thousand...
When we arrived at Hexia City, it was the end of the Mao hour (5-7 AM).
The rain continued to fall incessantly, drizzling over the entire city.
Hexia is located on the southeastern edge of Nanyin, about several hundred miles away from the city where Huan Xun and his men had previously been stationed.
They traveled non-stop for five days and six nights before finally arriving here.
Upon entering the city, Huan Xun and Yu Nie led their troops directly to the prefect's residence.
Stepping through the gates of the mansion, a sense of oppression immediately hit him. Yu Nie saw a large crowd of generals gathered in front of the main building, completely blocking the entrance.
She looked around and couldn't help but think to herself that she had never seen all the generals gathered together so neatly since the war between Beiye and Nanyin began.
However, she knew perfectly well why so many generals had gathered here.
Huan Xun led her through the covered walkways and across the courtyard. The generals immediately gathered around him upon seeing him. Guan Zheng, who was walking at the front, looked much more haggard, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.
He bowed to Huan Xun and said, "You've finally arrived, Zijing. Hurry inside, the Commander-in-Chief has been waiting for you." Guan Zheng's bloodshot eyes were filled with anxiety.
Huan Xun frowned, nodded, and then stepped through the door under the solemn gazes of everyone.
The moment the door opened, a strong smell of medicine wafted out. The room was fairly well-lit, with candles lit everywhere.
Four or five physicians were gathered around the bed, whispering and discussing something, their faces full of worry. Seven or eight maids stood by, the ones in the front holding bowls of medicine, warm water, and cloths, carefully attending to him.
The room was filled with the lingering scent of medicine, casting a shadow over everyone's face.
Upon seeing Huan Xun enter, everyone quickly stepped aside to make way. In that instant, Yu Nie saw Yan Yue lying on the bed.
He leaned against the brocade pillow, looking much thinner.
That face, which was full of color just a few months ago, has now lost its former vitality, resembling a withered tree with sunken eyes and closed eyes.
Seeing Yan Yue in this state, Yu Nie felt uneasy, thinking, "Didn't they say it was just a minor illness? How could it suddenly turn into this?"
In the letter a few days ago, he clearly said that he had caught a cold and would recover in a few days. But what he is seeing now seems more like a sign that he is about to die.
Guan Zheng took a few steps forward, approached the bed, and whispered, "Governor, Governor, Zijing is here."
At Guan Zheng's soft call, Yan Yue's eyelids fluttered a few times before he opened his eyes. His once eagle-like eyes now appeared cloudy as he looked at Huan Xun.
Yu Nie also turned her gaze to the person beside her.
Huan Xun, clad in armor, also looked at Yan Yue, his expression one of deep sorrow.
From his tightly pursed lips and the depths of his overly calm gaze, Yu Nie sensed another emotion. She noticed that at this moment, there was more of a frozen, almost absurd disbelief in his eyes.
This sense of stagnation stemmed from the endless questions swirling in Huan Xun's mind.
He hadn't even made a move yet, so how could this person he hated to the bone, yet had to address as his son, die so easily?
How could fate preemptively place a move he could not accept on his chessboard?
With this question in mind, Huan Xun walked step by step to the bed and squatted down, looking extremely docile.
"Father." His expression changed from before, his eyes filled with surprise and grief: "What...what exactly happened?"
Yan Yue opened his mouth, his breathing unsteady: "It's just a minor illness, nothing serious."
Yu Nie did not go with him, but stood with Guan Zheng, who had stepped back, watching the father and son.
Watching Guan Zheng talk with his son, he couldn't help but whisper in Yu Nie's ear, "The governor's illness actually took root back in the northern frontier. At that time, he often vomited blood, and the accompanying military doctor diagnosed it as a chronic lung disease. It was not a contagious disease, but an old injury accumulated from years of fighting. But the governor insisted on hiding his illness and wouldn't let us tell Zi Jing the truth."
Guan Zheng's face was grave: "Since entering the Jianghuai region, the Commander-in-Chief has been working day and night, personally overseeing the battle. This is because he knows his own health condition and wants to pacify the world within the limited time available."
"The physician advised him to rest, but he refused, saying he was determined to wipe out the Southern Yin for our dynasty before he collapsed." Guan Zheng sighed as he spoke, "When he returned to Jiangling some time ago, he was already as weak as a candle in the wind. The physician said that if he could rest peacefully, he might be able to hold on for a few more days. But he was determined to personally command the decisive battle in Shangjing, so he forced himself to leave Jiangling."
"Who knew that his condition would deteriorate so rapidly once he arrived at Hexia City?" Guan Zheng said with a heavy heart, wiping away tears. "Knowing that his time was near, the governor had handed over all his military duties in the past two days. He then ordered Fan Tian to urgently summon Zi Jing. It was also... it was also to give his final instructions."
Even a tough military general like Guan Zheng could cry while talking about it, which shows how important Yan Yue was to them.
Upon hearing this, Yu Nie comforted him for a few moments, then turned to look at the withered figure on the bed.
Suddenly, she understood why Yan Yue had been so aggressive in his military campaign against Nan Yin, even at the cost of exchanging wounds for wounds—he was trying to buy time.
After staring at Yan Yue for a long time, she couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Human life is so fragile; in just a few months, the line between life and death has become so blurred. Before this, who could have foreseen that this vibrant life was crumbling away little by little?
Thinking this, she couldn't help but turn her gaze to Huan Xun, who was kneeling in front of the bed.
She had no idea that the enemy he was about to kill would be taken away by fate first, and what he must have felt at that moment.
As the two continued discussing their illnesses, Yan Yue's lips moved, as if he was about to say a few more words, but he was stopped by a violent cough.
The medical officer rushed forward to check on him, and Guan Zheng also ran over, but was stopped by Yan Yue with a single movement.
After the violent coughing subsided, Yan Yue collapsed onto the bed as if he had been hollowed out, each breath extremely difficult.
"Commander...why don't you rest for a while before you talk to the young general?" the physician advised.
Yan Yue ignored them and waved his hand at the crowd, saying, "Get out."
"Governor..."
"go out."
He was adamant and did not listen to Huan Xun and Guan Zheng's advice.
The physicians and maids dared not say a word, and could only silently leave with their hands and heads bowed, each carrying what they were carrying.
Once the servants left, Yan Yue turned to Guan Zheng, his voice broken: "Guan Zheng, you go out and keep watch. I have something to say to Zijing. Remember, don't... don't let anyone get close."
Guan Zheng's eyes turned red. He then clasped his hands in acceptance of the order, turned around, strode out, and closed the door tightly.
The room was instantly empty except for the three of them. Yu Nie stood there, unsure whether to go forward.
Considering that Yan Yue must have something he wanted to say to Huan Xun alone, she chose not to move.
Now, Yan Yue no longer puts on a brave face when facing outsiders; all that remains is utter exhaustion.
With the proper demeanor and attitude of an adopted son, Huan Xun spoke, "Father." He called out with concern and confusion, "Why didn't you tell your son sooner that something so important had happened to you?"
No one knew that beneath his worried exterior lay a heart full of doubt.
How could Yan Yue, a tyrant who commanded the respect of many generals, struck fear into the hearts of his enemies, led an army to victory after victory, took enemy heads while covered in blood, held the power of life and death, and decided the fate of countless people, die?
How could he be dead?!
It seems like fate is playing a cruel joke on him.
If Yan Yue dies like this, what was the point of all his years of scheming?
Or is this yet another test from Yan Yue, as he has done countless times before, using various methods to test his loyalty and his reaction?
Looking at the ashen face of the person in front of him, Huan Xun tried to find a flaw in this familiar yet unfamiliar face, to find the usual scheming.
But after searching high and low, he only found a ruin ravaged by illness, bloodless, cracked lips, bluish eyes, and labored, painful breathing. It was all too real, cruelly real.
Even with the facts before him, he still couldn't believe that the seemingly omnipotent figure had collapsed like that.
This strong denial allowed him to maintain a facade of composure.
He continued to play the role of a submissive adopted son, saying sorrowfully, "Father, are you joking with me? It's not just a cold. Did those doctors not take good care of you?" Then, he said angrily, "I'll call those people in right now to question them."
"Zijing." Seeing his furious face, Yan Yue called out softly, stopping him from moving.
He took a deep breath and said, "It's not their fault. It's because I'm their father that I forbade them to tell you." It seemed like Yan Yue had used a lot of effort to say this.
To make his point clear, he spoke each word exceptionally slowly.
"With a major battle imminent, the army... cannot afford to be in disarray. If news of my critical illness spreads, it will affect morale. If that leads to a destabilization of the military, neither of us can bear the responsibility."
"But your health is the most important thing to your child; nothing is more important than your life or death."
After Huan Xun finished speaking, Yan Yue gave a laugh, as if he was laughing at what Huan Xun was saying, or as if he was laughing at himself for being too pleased.
He coughed a few times and said, "For me, life and death are not as important as pacifying the world. Throughout history, how many emperors and generals have sought immortality and medicine, scheming and plotting, trying to achieve immortality? But have you ever seen anyone truly escape this mound of yellow earth?"
Yan Yue: "Emperor Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han, great rulers of their time, what did it matter? In the end, they couldn't escape this fate. In this world, there are some things that you can't fight against destiny."
He closed his eyes slightly, his tone very calm, as if he were talking about something ordinary that had nothing to do with him: "Everyone dies eventually, sooner or later, it's just a return to where we came from."
These words, spoken by a powerful and influential figure, carried a chilling calm.
Yan Yue did not roar in resentment, nor did he have an infinite attachment to life; he only had a kind of indifference that was almost resigned to fate.
This was completely different from the adoptive father Huan Xun remembered, who was always fighting and vying for power, defying fate and destiny.
This stark contrast made Huan Xun realize that the person he had hated for so long, the person he wanted to kill with his own hands to atone for his sins, was truly going to die.
This is not a scheme, not a test; this is reality.
Standing not far away, Yu Nie silently watched the father and son with their complicated relationship, listening to the undercurrents in their conversation, and a feeling of indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.
Although she didn't know the specifics of the deep-seated hatred between Huan Xun and Yan Yue that had driven him to endure for so many years and his determination to eliminate Yan Yue, she could sense that the hatred had been deeply ingrained in Huan Xun's very being, becoming the driving force behind his continued survival and growth.
He must have plotted for far too long to achieve his goal of "patricide," waiting for the opportune moment to deliver the fatal blow.
But now...
Looking at Yan Yue's dying body, Yu Nie then looked at Huan Xun's profile, and a sense of absurd and tragic fate gripped her.
A person, planning for so long for one thing.
In the past, he must have calculated every step, calculating how to reach the ending he had set for himself that he had to complete by his own hands.
When he finally stood at the finish line, ready to go, he found that fate had intervened a step ahead of him.
The hatred that had been brewing for more than a decade, and all the meticulous preparations, were dissipating on their own in a way that he could neither predict nor control, as if he had punched empty air.
This is definitely not the ending he wanted. Yu Nie thought.
In the instant she gazed at him, she could feel the silent avalanche within him, a force capable of shattering all his beliefs.
Whether it was a mercy or a punishment from fate, she had no way of knowing. All she felt was a sense of oppression and heartache.
Just as she was thinking of saying a few words, Yan Yue on the bed suddenly stiffened, turned his head sharply to the side, and coughed violently. He then vomited a large mouthful of dark red blood, which splattered on the ground, a shocking sight.
"Father!"
"Governor!"
They both exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
Huan Xun grabbed Yan Yue's swaying body and supported him.
Yu Nie immediately stepped forward, took out her handkerchief, and wiped the blood from Yan Yue's lips while patting his back.
The color and amount of blood on the ground foreshadowed the collapse of Yan Yue's internal organs.
"Medical officer! Medical officer!" Huan Xun turned his head and shouted sternly outside.
He had barely finished shouting when Yan Yue grabbed his arm, panting heavily, and said, "Don't shout...no...it's alright."
“But…” Huan Xun wanted to insist, but Yan Yue stubbornly shook his head.
"Governor, let's call the physician," Yu Nie couldn't help but advise.
Yan Yue still did not agree, and instead lay on his back for a while.
After catching his breath, he said, "I've gotten used to vomiting these past few days, so calling them over is pointless."
After speaking for a moment, he turned his gaze to Huan Xun: "Time is running out. I have something to tell you."
Huan Xun's body stiffened. He looked at the blood trickling from Yan Yue's mouth and felt the force with which the other man gripped his wrist.
The bewilderment of being toyed with by fate intertwined with the final plea of the dying person before him.
Finally, his Adam's apple bobbed, he nodded heavily, and squatted down again: "...Child, listen."
Yan Yue loosened his grip slightly, allowing Yu Nie to carefully support him, placing a soft pillow behind him as he sat up.
He coughed softly a few more times, his cloudy gaze sharpening again, and he spoke slowly:
"As the Commander-in-Chief of all military affairs, both inside and outside the capital, I wield immense power. The Northern Cliff Army is a force I built from scratch. They only recognize my banner of strict discipline. You are my sole heir. After I am gone, the Northern Cliff Army will be under your command."
The entrustment of the Beiya Army to him means that he will become the number one military general in Beiye, or to be more precise, he will be a powerful minister second only to the emperor.
This should be a good thing for Huan Xun. The reason he pretended in front of Zhao Yunfu before was to avoid causing a rebellion by the Beiya Army when he used someone else to kill Yan Yue. Now, this outcome is the best for him, but he looks very grim.
Yan Yue paused for a moment, gathering his strength, and continued, "Not only the Beiya Army, but all the power in my hands will be given to you, Zijing. I have already discussed this matter with Guan Zheng and Fan Tian. They promised me that they would wholeheartedly assist you and have no ulterior motives."
Yan Yue's ability to say this suggests that he has already discussed it with the veteran generals. Moreover, Huan Xun is his only successor, so those people will naturally listen to him.
"One day, the Xuan Ce Army will return to your hands. At that time, the military power of the Bei Ya and Xuan Ce armies will be concentrated in your hands. As for Duan Tingxian, the emperor will send other troops to him... The core elite of Bei Ye will all be in your hands."
Finally, he mentioned the imperial court: "If you encounter any difficulties in the court in the future, you can seek out Yang Du, and he will speak on your behalf."
This arrangement was meticulously planned; from the army to the imperial court, Yan Yue paved the way for Huan Xun to take over power.
This unreserved entrustment shows Yan Yue's dedication.
Yu Nie glanced at the person next to her, but the latter didn't react much.
Listening to Yan Yue's words, Huan Xun felt this heavy trust and his chest tightened with anxiety.
He clenched his fists, about to ask something, when he saw Yan Yue, who was leaning back against the soft pillows, suddenly raise his head and let out a long, heavy sigh.
That sigh was filled with endless weariness and regret.
“Zijing…” Yan Yue spoke with a tone that was no longer as calm as when he was discussing important military and national affairs, but rather with the tone of a father: “There is something that has been weighing on my mind for a long time.”
He seemed to be gathering the courage to admit his mistakes before slowly saying, "In the past few years, I shouldn't have sent people to constantly monitor you, test you in many ways, and be on guard against you at all times because of those few vague prophecies."
"Looking back now, I realize I was foolish, misled by prophetic words, and neglected and hurt you." He uttered the last few words with difficulty: "This is...unfair to you."
These words struck like a thunderbolt. Huan Xun looked up abruptly, his pupils contracting as he stared at Yan Yue in disbelief.
He never expected that Yan Yue would personally admit his suspicions and even apologize to him in the final moments of his life.
This sudden confession was like a key, inserting into the long-buried hatred in his heart that he thought was unbreakable.
Should he feel pleased?
Should we feel relieved that Yan Yue finally had a change of heart?
Or should we be even more furious about this belated apology?
Huan Xun froze on the spot, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, a feeling of suffocation rising within him, unable to utter a single word. He lowered his head, unwilling to let Yan Yue see the emotions threatening to spiral out of control in his eyes.
Just then, he heard Yan Yue's voice again: "There are a few more things you need to remember."
His breath grew weaker and weaker: "The Emperor is suspicious by nature and particularly fond of checks and balances. When you hold a large army in the future, you must be even more cautious and careful in your words and deeds, lest you give others a handle to use against you. Consult with Yang Du and Guan Zheng on most matters of the court; they are trustworthy."
These words of advice still stem from a father's earnest expectations for his successor.
But then, he abruptly changed the subject and dropped a bombshell.
"Remember, after Zhao Yunfu passes away, I need you to find a way to clear the name of Cheng Ying, the governor of Xuzhou, and his family."
Huan Xun suddenly looked up, his face filled with horror. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and his whole body trembled slightly from restraint.
Yu Nie, who was listening nearby, was also shocked and held his breath, subconsciously looking at him.
She keenly sensed the huge fluctuation in Huan Xun's emotions. She stared at him nervously, then glanced cautiously at Yan Yue, fearing that Huan Xun might do something irreversible in his anger.
At the same time, a huge question arose in her mind: Why did Yan Yue specifically mention the Cheng family before his death? What was his connection with the Cheng family?
The atmosphere inside became tense, and even the candlelight stopped flickering.
After a short while, Huan Xun spoke, his tone still relatively calm: "Why, why clear the Cheng family's name? What is Father's relationship with them?"
Yan Yue's face showed only a deep weariness, accumulated over many years.
He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his gaze seemed to pierce through time, returning to that pivotal moment that determined the fate of many.
His voice was ethereal and hoarse: "Back then, I had just stepped down as Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince and transferred to the Censorate. The first major case I took over to investigate was the witchcraft case of the Cheng family in Xuzhou."
“At that time, Zhao Yunfu, who was the crown prince, came to me and asked me to execute the Cheng family based on the ‘evidence’ submitted by Xuzhou. He also promised to speak on my behalf to the late emperor and help me transfer to a military post.”
“At that time, the late emperor valued me highly and was unwilling to let me leave his side. I asked to join the army several times but to no avail. I did not want to agree, but the crown prince knelt down and begged me. He confessed his affair with Consort Cheng and begged me to save him.”
At this point, Yan Yue's voice carried a hint of bitterness: "Because he was once my student, I was soft-hearted for a moment, so I convicted the Cheng family and executed them based on that evidence."
“But I know in my heart that the evidence provided by Zhao Shuhuai is full of loopholes. I have investigated it privately. Cheng Ying may have offended him because he was secretly investigating the Red Falcon Clan. At that time, Cheng Ying already knew about the scandal between the Crown Prince and Consort Cheng. The Crown Prince was afraid that he would expose the matter because he was upright and incorruptible. As for me... at that time, I did want to seize the opportunity to enter the army.”
His final words had almost exhausted all of Yan Yue's strength. He said dejectedly, "So, together with the Crown Prince, I committed this sin."
He never imagined that one of the executioners would ask him to clear the name of the Cheng family before his death.
Upon hearing these words, Yu Nie felt all the blood rush to his head.
Yan Yue repented helplessly, instantly capturing the scattered and vague clues and piecing together a complete and cruel truth.
She finally understood.
Why did Huan Xun harbor murderous intent towards Zhao Yunfu? Why did he also harbor an unyielding thirst for revenge against Yan Yue, his adoptive father who had raised and mentored him?
Everything from the past has an answer now.
It is evident that Huan Xun, who was rescued by the Red Falcon Clan, enjoyed a brief period of peace before Zhao Shuhuai and Xiao Daozun slaughtered his entire clan. He narrowly escaped, and was discovered by Cheng Ying, the then governor of Xuzhou. Upon hearing of his ordeal, this upright governor was willing to uphold justice for the unjustly killed members of the Red Falcon Clan.
However, Cheng Ying's investigation angered Zhao and Xiao. In order to cover up their crimes, the other two conspired to frame him, pinning the heinous crime of "witchcraft" on the Cheng family.
Unexpectedly, this case was handed over to Yan Yue, who had just been transferred to the Censorate and was eager to find an opportunity to enter the army.
Meanwhile, Crown Prince Zhao Yunfu was gripped by fear because his affair with Consort Cheng had been discovered by the Cheng family and was about to be exposed. So he sought out his former teacher, Yan Yue, using their teacher-student relationship to pressure him, and offering Yan Yue the opportunity to join the army, which Yan Yue had always dreamed of, as bait to help him cover up his crimes.
Faced with the students' desperate pleas and his long-awaited career in the military, and the innocence and life of a complete stranger, Yan Yue chose the former.
Thus, the Cheng family was destroyed.
Thinking of this, Yu Nie's heart ached so badly that she could hardly breathe.
She looked at Huan Xun, her eyes filled with unspeakable sorrow.
She finally understood the blood and tears that lay buried deep in his heart.
This belated truth, accompanied by Yan Yue's confession, brought not relief, but pain and contradiction.
Yan Yue's confession instantly ignited the hatred that had been building up in Huan Xun's chest for many years.
He was as calm as he was furious: "So, Godfather, do you think that your future and the bond between teacher and student are more important than the lives of dozens of people in the Cheng family?" He asked this question extremely slowly.
He stared at Yan Yue, his eyes filled with overwhelming hatred and grief, which he forcibly suppressed with reason.
The dying Yan Yue was unaware of anything amiss. Overwhelmed by his own heavy guilt, he prejudicially interpreted Huan Xun's problem as the disappointment and condemnation expressed by an upright and benevolent adopted son towards a morally flawed father.
His ashen face was filled with self-mockery: "Back then, I was blinded by ambition and tripped up by personal feelings. One wrong step led to another. Zijing, as your father, I have disappointed you."
To Huan Xun, who was listening to his confession, it sounded incredibly ironic.
A violent impulse surged wildly in his chest. He wanted to tear open the bloody truth so that he would know who he really was. He wanted him to die with this extreme fear and horror.
In the blink of an eye before he could speak, Yan Yue suddenly began to cough violently, as if his internal organs were about to be coughed out of his body.
Yu Nie disregarded everything else, reaching out to pat his back and looking at Huan Xun with anxious eyes.
The words that Huan Xun was about to say were abruptly cut off by the sight of his impending death.
He stood there coldly, not calling for a physician, but simply watching Yan Yue struggle indifferently.
More than a decade of forbearance, deep-seated hatred, and a futile revenge—countless emotions churned wildly within him, ultimately brewing into a frenzied calm.
He suddenly smiled.
The smile was faint, indifferent, and utterly cold.
He did not choose to let Yan Yue off easily, nor did he soften his heart because of Yan Yue's repentance. Instead, he chose to reveal everything.
"Thank you for your appreciation, Governor. Rest assured, Huan Xun will inherit everything you left behind—the power and the army. However, before fulfilling your last wish, there is something that has been weighing on my mind for years, and I must tell you today."
He paused, admiring the fading light in Yan Yue's eyes and the blood gushing from his mouth: "Ten years ago, when you adopted me, you asked me where I came from. I answered, Lingnan. Actually, that's not it." His tone was nonchalant: "I came from Xuzhou."
Yan Yue, coughing violently, stared intently at him; perhaps, he already sensed something was wrong.
Huan Xun continued, "Before I recognized you as my 'father,' I had another family. They were a family of three who treated me very well. Oh, by the way, they happened to be from the Red Falcon Clan."
Upon hearing the words "Red Falcon Clan," Yan Yue's body began to tremble uncontrollably as he stared in disbelief at the "adopted son" he had raised for ten years.
Huan Xun smiled and said, "Now you should understand that it was because I heard about my grievances that you decided to seek justice for them."
He looked at Yan Yue's ashen and desperate face, and slowly, word by word:
"Now you can truly rest assured."
"I will definitely clear their names."
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying despair flashed in Yan Yue's cloudy eyes.
He made a hoarse sound, as if his throat was filled with blood and foam, and reached his hand out from under the brocade quilt, desperately grabbing towards Huan Xun.
Huan Xun stood there, motionless, cold and hard as frost.
He looked down expressionlessly, watching Yan Yue's hands tremble helplessly in the air, and Yan Yue's eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
The hand that reached out to him scratched a few times in the air, but finally, its strength quickly dissipated, and the arm suddenly sank, falling heavily onto the edge of the tatami mat.
All signs of struggle came to an abrupt end.
The room fell into a deathly silence.
After a long time, Yu Nie recovered from her huge shock and carefully placed her fingers on Yan Yue's neck.
A moment later, she withdrew her hand, turned to the figure standing like a statue, and said in a trembling voice, "Grand Commander, there is no pulse."
Upon hearing this, Huan Xun's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
He made no sound, remaining standing in place, silently gazing at the lifeless body on the bed.
A moment later, he lifted the hem of his robe, bent his knees, and knelt properly facing the bed.
As his forehead touched the cold ground, a hot tear slid down his cheek without warning.
His hoarse voice, as if squeezed from his throat, rang out: "Huan Xun, respectfully seeing off the Grand Commander—"
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