Chapter 1135 - 1078. The Day Of The Execution Arrived
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Cao Cao stood up slowly, the silk of his robes rustling in the quiet air. He did not look like a defeated prisoner being led to the slaughter, he stood tall, his back straight, maintaining the regal, imposing bearing of the warlord who had terrorized the central plains for decades. He turned his back to the mahogany table and took three slow steps before leaving the pavilion.
Cao Cao stood up slowly, the silk of his robes rustling in the quiet air. He did not look like a defeated prisoner being led to the slaughter, he stood tall, his back straight, maintaining the regal, imposing bearing of the warlord who had terrorized the central plains for decades. He turned his back to the mahogany table and took three slow steps before leaving the pavilion.
But then, suddenly, he stopped.
He turned around, the fading sunlight catching the silver in his hair, and called out Lie Fan’s name.
"Lie Fan."
In which Lie Fan also turned around, standing up from his own seat, meeting the gaze of his greatest enemy one final time.
And Cao Cao, at this time, gave a piece of profound, completely unexpected advice toward Lie Fan. It was not a curse, nor a plea, but a final strategic masterclass from a dying king to a living one, detailing how he should conduct his dynasty going forward.
"You have conquered the land with the sword," Cao Cao began, his voice echoing with eerie, prophetic clarity. "But the sword cannot govern the court. Pay attention to the traditions that you will pass down to the next generations in the future. Look at the ashes of the Han. Do not repeat their fatal errors."