Peace Order

At the same time, Emperor Qin’s blade pierced through Jiang Gao’s body.

Blood stained the robe with the Gray Dragon Pattern, igniting the crimson of the Qilin.

Yet, the two of them seemed like friends sharing a final embrace. Emperor Qin’s jade hairpin held his hair, and rather than looking at his enemy, his friend, he peacefully gazed ahead. Jiang Gao stumbled forward.

His palm pressed on Emperor Qin’s shoulder, blood continuously dripped from his mouth, he seemed dazed, and said:

"I never expected this, Li Guanyi."

"The Peace Wine I invited you to drink will ultimately be my blood."

It is the blood of an emperor.

But it is also the blood that marks the end of chaos.

In such times, there were too many heroes, too many ambitious individuals, and only the blood of the last monarch can fully bury the chaos and ambitions.

Jiang Gao’s face turned pale, yet his eyes grew darker, with blood continuously dripping from his mouth, tears at the corner of his eyes, he softly said: "However, I am really worried about you, Li Guanyi, your personality is too sentimental."

"Someone like you, reaching this position with no teacher, no family, no parents, and ultimately having to personally kill me... sorry..."

"You may become a true emperor, but hopefully, you won’t become too bloodless and tearless. You have to walk the path ahead on your own, killing friends, killing enemies, losing everything as an emperor, don’t yield."

"Li Guanyi."

Emperor Qin stood there, the Qilin Army soldiers witnessed Emperor Qin slay Emperor Ying. They knew nothing of the promise and final discussion shared over that cup of wine, nor that it was the third time they agreed to drink, finally reaching this cup.

They did not understand that the true meaning of the final cup of wine was Emperor Ying’s blood.

To drink this cup.

To truly usher in an era of peace.

The Qilin Army soldiers were only joyous, rejoicing in the Emperor’s divine martial prowess, celebrating Emperor Qin’s unmatched achievements, rejoicing because the era of peace would finally arrive, they raised the Big Banner, flags, weapons, and shouted long live Emperor Qin.

In a sea of cheers, the era of peace was about to arrive, thousands of troops’ ecstatic voices seemed to dye the entire world into a joyful ocean, yet at the very center, there remained solitude.

Emperor Ying’s eyes gradually lost their divine light.

His palm pressed on Emperor Qin’s Civil and Military Sleeves war robe as it slowly slipped down, his voice already muddled and unclear, saying: "Thank you for fulfilling me."

"Create a good era of peace."

"I will watch over you from below."

He said: "My friend."

Jiang Gao’s gaze dimmed, his arm draped over Emperor Qin’s shoulder, like a friend’s final embrace before parting.

And then he died.

As the last enemy of Emperor Qin in chaotic times.

In the hundreds of years of chaos, during the last twenty years, heroes emerged.

Emperor Ying, Emperor Chen, Khan, Divine Martial, Military God.

Emperor Qin rose from obscurity, battled across the land, and after confronting all the rivals of this era, he finally represented by personally killing Jiang Gao, unifying the fragmented era of hundreds of years.

Within the palace of Ying Country, Jiang Cai gazed at the sky, listened to the cheers carried by the wind, as the Zongheng School disciple lowered her eyes, she sat quietly here, without much personal likes and dislikes, saying:

"Truly it is the opening sound of a Golden Age."

"Opening the era with martial prowess, establishing a noble foundation, sure and undeniable, this is the real prelude to peace, Emperor Qin’s Breaking Formation Music."

"Sing Breaking Formation Music, sharing peace among people."

Jiang Cai hummed to the rhythm, calmly drank a glass of wine, as poison dispersed through her breath. She continued to sit there, slowly closing her eyes, thinking of regret, knowing Zongheng School ultimately borrowed the momentum, unable to pacify chaotic times like the Military School.

The final thought was of crying under bullying in youth, as the elegant Divine General taught martial arts, her breath slowly dissipated.

Wei Yiwen had already passed away a month before, due to severe illness, exhausted.

Zongheng School’s Jiang Cai, following Wei Yiwen’s last request, killed Jiang Yuan’s wife, Empress He Ruo.

Took Fei poison to commit suicide.

When the Qilin Army soldiers pushed open the palace gates, the female official still sat quietly there, back straight, with a serene expression and a final fierce spirit. Breaking Army saw Jiang Cai’s body, saying nothing.

Simply silent, the youthful wager, victory, and loss ultimately fell to the curtains on life and death, the death of old friends for Emperor Qin meant the pacification of the world and Central Plains, for Wei Yiwen and Jiang Cai, it marked the end of the nation they were born to and grew with.

In the fourth year of Emperor Qin’s reign, after Emperor Ying Jiang Gao died, clouds stretched across the sky and turned to rain, rain fell on the cold world, turning into large snowflakes, this snowfall covered the Eastern Capital, which had three hundred years of history.

The huge palace gates with red and dark gold door studs required fifteen powerful warriors on each side to push open.

When the gates were pushed open, they scraped the ground, producing a deep, slow sound. This sound echoed through the corridor of the city gate, resonating on both sides, intertwining into a solemn and respectful melody.

Emperor Qin donned armor and a battle robe, riding a divine steed, entering from the front hall of the palace.

The sound of the horse’s hooves fell on the smooth ground of the palace, producing a calm and crisp sound, representing the last enemy on the battlefield. Li Guanyi stepped up the stairs, in the midst of the vast expanse of white snow, everything seemed vague.

Ying Country was also defeated, looking in all directions, there were no more opponents.

Li Guanyi strolled through the world covered in white snow, walking alone in the snow and between heaven and earth, feeling an indescribable peace and solitude, as well as a kind of ineffable trance.

Unaware of where he stood, unaware of who he was.

As he stepped forward, the white snow beside him was swept up by the wind, seemingly transforming into a young pharmacist, stepping forward with him, and Li Guanyi saw himself at the age of thirteen.

Wearing clothes washed to the point of fading, smiling as he ran forward, his smile slightly subdued, transforming into a guest elder wearing a dark blue robe, chatting and laughing as he walked forward, the dark blue robe transformed into armor.

Armor glistening, with a jade belt around the waist, a golden crown holding the hair, part of the Great Chen Imperial Guard.

Surrounded by Ye Buyi, members of Zhou Liuying, and those thirty-six Imperial Guard colonels, chatting and laughing as they moved forward, igniting a blaze, just like the vibrant wanderer in simple clothing, and finally, as he stepped forward.

His sleeves rolled in the wind, transforming into a flame-like scarlet battle robe.

Armor forged through countless battles, traversing battlefields, experiencing numerous battles, finally defeating the enemy here.

Emperor Qin stood there.

When he closed his eyes, the vast snow all but left this body, silence enveloped all directions, yet at Emperor Qin’s ear, as if waves of sound came, angry roars, loud shouts, numerous voices, coming and going in turn.

Figures seemingly in memory, also in the wind and snow.

’I am Zu Wenyuan, young friend, thank you for your help earlier...’

’My name is Wang Tong.’

’Hahaha, old Siming, do you want to be my disciple? Huh?’

’If not, you could be my teacher!’

’This is the rule.’

’Longevity, longevity!’

’I am Jiang Yuan’ ’Ye Buyi is!’

’... This is our destined agreement.’

’I, His Highness...’

’My great minister...’

’I was the foremost five hundred years ago.’

’Chen Wenmian’ ’Hahahaha, great nephew!’

’Guanyi...’ ’Mr. Li’

’I am Chang Wen’

’General Chen, Lu Youxian, serving the way with loyalty and faith, sacrificing for righteousness, indeed a good minister of the Chen dynasty...’

’Divine Might General Yuwen Lie!’

’Military god, Jiang Su!’

’Divine Martial King Chen Fubi’s heroic scheme did not rely on the praises of the Red Emperor, nor the conventions of an emperor’s council, with family members divided by territories, acting domineeringly, deposing the emperor and supporting a new ruler, reversing the heavens and turning back time...’

Li Guanyi lowered his gaze, as if the old friends appeared one by one, still in their prime, with heroic countenances and magnificent heroic spirit, exchanging blows, and hearing countless sounds in his ears.

Suddenly——

Li Guanyi raised his hand, grasping the sword and suddenly pressing it downward.

The sword tip of the dark golden broad sword transformed from the Jiuli warlord touched the ground, emitting a killing quake, the vast wind and snow of ages, the pharmacist running forward, transforming into a ranger, guest elder, Imperial Guard, leader of the Wandering Army, Marquis Qin Wu, Prince Qin.

The final Emperor Qin opened his eyes.

All sounds, figures, completely dispersed!

Only the world before his eyes remained.

Only this body’s fierce intensity.

To be the first under heaven.

[The emperor at fourteen raised weapons, at twenty-five brought peace]

———"Historical Chronicles·First Annals"