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Yan Xiaowang In the autumn of the twenty-eighth year, Prince Dan of Yan passed away at Horse Riding Slope, below Sanli Cliff, after fighting against a thousand men. He fell off the cliff and died heroically. Young Master Zhao rushed over but arrived too late. His body was nearly torn apart by wild beasts, and the young master wept bitterly, holding the bones and crying for three days without stopping.
At that time, the Three Armies were engaged in battle, and news of his death spread across the battlefield, leading to flags being lowered in mourning.
Wei Gongzi looked up and roared, "He has passed; how can I continue to fight?" He then ordered the Wei Army to cease fighting and return home.
The Yan Army returned to the capital to mourn, and Chu followed suit, leading to a great battle fading into nothingness.
Later generations commented: It was Dan's death that saved the four nations.
《Yan Family——Crown Prince Yan Dan Chapter Ten》
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Thinking of the wild beasts surrounding him, imagining them tearing into his flesh with their bloody jaws, Zhong Xue couldn't help but tremble as he leaned against the wooden monument, gripping it tightly until his knuckles turned white. Suddenly, he leaned forward and spat out a mouthful of blood. The crimson blood splattered onto the dark brown coffin, creating an eerie sight.
“Lord Jun,” two warriors called out as they stepped forward to support him, but he pushed them away forcefully.
He shouted hoarsely, “Where are the beasts that tore him apart?”
Seeing him like this was rare for Ji Xun, causing a shiver in his heart as he softly replied, “They have been killed.”
At that moment, he didn't know where his courage came from; he drew his sword against the two ferocious beasts. Despite being injured multiple times, he did not relent. He wished he could bite them to death and swallow their flesh whole. If it weren't for the warriors stopping him, he might have actually tried to bite them. Later, according to the attendant's account, it was the first time they witnessed him go mad.
“This is not enough; far from enough. You should kill every beast in the mountains, leaving not a single one alive…” Zhong Xue's face twisted with rage, his voice unusually cold and chilling.
At that moment, he resembled a bloodthirsty beast ready to devour humans.
Ji Xun shuddered slightly before sighing, “Zhong Xue, your nature has not changed at all.” Just as ruthless and merciless as ever.
When he first met him, he seemed like a delicate and lovely boy—thin and weak yet pure and straightforward. However, as they spent more time together, it became clear that this was merely a facade. When he lied, he could deceive people without remorse; when he killed, he wouldn't even blink. Those who had bullied him rarely ended well. He would not show kindness to others; instead, he left them unable to live or die in peace. In his eyes, there were no friends—only enemies.
Except for her, she was the only exception... But now she has been buried underground, turned into a handful of yellow earth. And he, if he wants to do evil, who among the masses can stop him?
Zhong Xue's fierce gaze swept across his face. "Ji Xun, don't think you're so capable. In Zhao Country, you have support for whatever you want to do, but matters of Wei Kingdom don't require your interference. Back then, we both looked down on each other, and we won't become friends in the future. Don't put on a compassionate facade in front of me; it makes me sick."
San Chun had been peeking and couldn't help but shake his head vigorously at this point. Even a torn piece of clothing could cause such a scene; these two were quite sick, the kind that was terminally ill. If they liked each other so much, why not just hug a bone and go home to sleep? Only... may they not have nightmares at night...
Even while mocking them, for some reason, there was a faint pain in his heart, as if something had stabbed him hard in a certain place.
After waking up in Niushan Village, she became unacquainted with love, thinking that love should be like her feelings for Qing—sneaking glances every day was enough to feel satisfied. But seeing them now made her realize that this was love: a sincere willingness to stay together regardless of life and death, an obsession willing to follow through thick and thin, making one’s heart race. The woman in the coffin was so fortunate to receive the love of two extraordinary men; even in death, it was worth it.
So touching...
The two arguing had no idea that someone nearby in the grass was feeling sentimental. Once Zhong Xue finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Ji Xun and ordered people to carry the Golden Silk Coffin.
Ji Xun knew that his experiences had shaped his cruel actions and eccentric personality. He had suffered humiliation and bullying since childhood and grew up only wanting revenge. In recent years, many of his deeds were shocking under the Seven Kingdoms; who wouldn’t turn pale at the mention of Lord? Such extreme behavior contradicted what sages preached. Yet his character had already formed; it was not something anyone could change. If she were still here, perhaps someone could persuade him, but now...
He sighed deeply. "Zhong Xue, the past is over; it's better to let him go and allow him to rest here peacefully."
Zhong Xue scoffed. "The past is over? Can you let it go?"
Can he let it go? Ji Xun smiled bitterly; how could he possibly let go of the person he loved most? If he had known earlier that she was a woman, he would not have allowed her to fight on the battlefield and ultimately lose her life in the Three Kingdoms war. It was still his fault; she had hinted repeatedly, but he remained oblivious.
Thinking of this deepened his pain as he softly said, "No matter what, you can't take her away..."
"This Lord's affairs don't require your concern." Even if it meant bringing back torn clothes and bones, he would offer them at the altar every day with incense and prayers, keeping her company daily.
"I won't allow you to take her away."
"You have no say in this."
The two were arguing fiercely, neither willing to back down.
At that moment, San Chun couldn't help but tilt his head, resting his chin on his hand, desperately thinking: What is this Lord?
Suddenly, the one called Zhong Xue became furious. He waved his hand, and immediately eight warriors surrounded Ji Xun, pressing the Bronze Sword against his throat. He firmly believed that this Lord of Wei Kingdom would dare to kill him.
He knew he couldn't persuade him; his obsession with that person was no less than his own. He sighed softly, "If you want to take him away, then take him. But please allow Ji Xun to pay his respects during the Qingming Festival."
If it weren't for maintaining his dignity given his current status, Zhong Xue would have wanted to spit at him. He wouldn't tell him where that person's burial place was; how could he allow him to be tainted again? While alive, she was his; in death, she would be his ghost, forever not to be shared with anyone else.
With a cold smile, he said, "Zhao Country Prince, are you also dreaming?"
Ji Xun knew he couldn't win the argument. If he angered him, it would be difficult to end well today. He said, "Please wait a moment; allow me to pay my respects once more." With that, he turned and returned to the carriage, taking many offerings and paper money to lay on the ground. The most eye-catching were two plates of food: one plate of scrambled eggs and one plate of stir-fried diced vegetables.
When that person was still alive, she loved eating scrambled eggs—whether sweetened with sugar or salted with a bit of soy sauce. She also loved stir-fried diced vegetables—diced eggplant, meat, and radish—never growing tired of them. He often watched her eat these two dishes and once jokingly said to her, "If A-Dan dies, how about filling your grave with scrambled eggs for company?"
She actually thought for a moment and replied, "Hmm, there should also be stir-fried diced vegetables on my face."
He laughed so hard he nearly lost his breath and vowed to fulfill her wish. However, later when he collected her remains, he couldn't keep that promise. He concluded it was partly because he couldn't find a chicken to lay eggs and partly because he couldn't find her face anymore.
Yet every year during the memorial service, he would bring these two dishes and place them before her grave as a way to fulfill her wish.
As the fire pit ignited, it instantly illuminated his cheeks. Under the flickering light of the flames, his features appeared even more handsome, yet his expression bore deep pain. He recalled the days when they played by the stream and played the bamboo flute under the moonlight; her graceful dance made one forget their worries. But all those memories had become the past; that person who would smile at him and call him A Xun could never be seen again.
"A-Dan, are you well over there? Have you forgotten me?" he murmured several times, tears streaming down his face. The heartache was like being twisted in agony; even if the fire pit burned his face, it could not compare to the pain in his heart.
San Chun watched closely and couldn't help but feel pity; such a gentle and refined young man looked so beautiful even when crying.
Zhong Xue stood with his hands behind his back, circling around Ji Xun three times while sneering continuously. "Is this what they call the Young Master of Shenghua crying like this? Wouldn't it become a joke if it got out?"
Ji Xun ignored him, crying for a long time. After gathering the fire pit, she returned to the carriage. He had left behind the most important thing on him, and those torn clothes in the coffin that Zhong Xue could never obtain—what harm would it do to give them to him?
As long as she lived in his heart, it was worth more than a thousand times being buried in this rotten soil.
The sound of hooves echoed again, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the forest.
Once he left, Zhong Xue immediately ordered the warriors to lift the coffin onto the carriage.
The warriors exchanged glances; transporting a corpse was always considered an ill omen. Who would use their own vehicle to carry a coffin?
"My Lord, this... is not auspicious." Being haunted by ghosts would be terrible.
"You don't need to meddle."
He actually wished she could enter his dreams; he wanted to ask her why, just when he had fallen in love with her, she left. But for two years, she had never appeared in his dreams. Could it be that... that incident from back then made her hate him so much?
The fragrance lingers in the spring chamber, still alone; the candle flickers as the red curtains continue their past connection.
After one night of spring, things would never be the same as before...
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