Peace Order

Your Majesty, where have you gone?

Faced with Xue Changqing’s inquiry, Saatanati thought of the figure of the emperor, and for a moment, didn’t know how to answer. She stood up on the rooftop, patted the hem of her robe, and then jumped down directly.

Although not known for martial prowess, with Second Layer Heaven level martial arts, relying on her light body skills to jump down was not difficult. It did leave Xue Changqing, who had opened his arms hoping to catch his wife, awkwardly retracting his hands and pretending to be busy.

Saatanati said, "Is he being sought by those few people?"

Xue Changqing said, "Elder Sister is doing fine. It’s Mr. Fang Ziqiao and Mr. Nan Hanwen who are looking for Your Majesty. Nowadays, all sides are at peace, and the heroes and famous figures who once traversed the world have passed away one by one from the previous era."

"If the name is unjust, the words will not be smooth; if the words are not smooth, nothing will be accomplished."

"Mr. Nan Hanwen proposed the founding ceremony, to perform a ritual to heaven and earth, to inform all the people, declaring the grand occasion of the founding."

"Before this matter is settled, nothing else is as important."

Saatanati nodded, agreeing with this sentiment.

For thousands of years, this generation of emperors swept through the troubled times, opening a new era, acquiring the legitimacy of the nation like never before. Everyone is waiting for the emperor to finalize this matter, solemnly announcing the end of the chaos and the arrival of a time of peace across the world.

Of course, the traditional [pardon to the world] segment that past emperors had was removed.

Deal with things as they should be dealt with.

Emperor Qin, with vast and overwhelming spirit, can encompass the world over a thousand years, yet his mind is narrow, unable to tolerate much wrongdoing. Once crimes and laws are violated, how could they be pardoned so easily? Such logic does not exist.

Saatanati thought for a moment and said, "I suppose, Emperor Qin has probably gone to visit old acquaintances."

"Old acquaintances..."

Xue Changqing opened his mouth, fell silent, touched the scar on his cheek, recalling his comrades, his expression became distant. A trace of sadness appeared on his young face.

Saatanati’s expression was gentle, holding her husband’s hand. She stood next to Xue Changqing, looked afar with her eyes raised, and remained silent for a long time. Along this way, Emperor Qin walked for the ideal of peace under heaven, losing so many, so many people left.

If there is this white jade, then it requires cutting and chopping.

Many things in the world are not so simple and straightforward. They marched all the way, sweeping through the world, achieving incredible feats, but on the other hand, they lost too much, too much. The phrase "lonely figure" is terribly cruel for an individual.

Strong liquor poured down, and the wind carried a rich aroma of strong liquor. Li Guanyi, dressed in blue, with a jade hairpin, sat alone in front of gravestones. The strong liquor spilled on the ground, as if their old friends were just before them.

The sleeve robe rose with the wind, and before him, he seemed to see many old friends.

Parents, Grandpa, Elder Zu, Mr. Wang Tong, Wolf King Chen Fubi, the twenty-four generals of the Taiping Army, comrades who died in battle, and Yu Wen Hua who died under his military might, Teacher Yu Wen Tianxian who taught the initial formation of that wandering army...

Friends like Jiang Gao whom Li Guanyi personally killed.

Ji Zichang, who burned himself to adamantly want Prince Qin to ascend the throne.

The young Pharmacist Li, who at the age of thirteen only had eyes for silver and roast goose.

Just like that, step by step they moved forward, step by step they lost, shedding the guise of youth amid chaos and between heaven and earth, becoming the Emperor Qin who steadied the turbulent times. Now, the fine wine remains, and old friends wither, this is not a youthful wander.

Old Siming watched Emperor Qin’s back, smelling the fragrance of the liquor in the air.

Suddenly remembered a dozen years ago in Guan Yi City, that young boy with still tender brows, back when Old Siming climbed the wall and was blocked at the door by this kid. Now Old Siming stands here, looking at the lonely yet peerless Emperor Qin.

Time flows like eastward water, never to return.

One does not remain young forever.

Even with such accomplishments, having reached the pinnacle of a millennium, so what?

Old Siming suddenly felt a tinge of bleakness.

The people of elegance throughout the ages, all gone with the rain and wind, all gone.

All gone.

Li Guanyi, the Martial Arts Legend, naturally sensed the elder arriving behind him. He poured wine onto the ground, turned his back to Old Siming, and murmured, "When I was young, I thought about half a roasted goose, but back then, I certainly didn’t expect that in the next ten years or so, I would get to this point."

"Elder, Li Guanyi could also be said to have blood on his hands."

"Having reached this point now, the peaceful world is something these old acquaintances cannot see. At least with this year’s newly brewed wine, I must meet these old friends. Would you like to join me for a drink, Elder?"

Old Siming’s face changed dramatically, spitting repeatedly, saying, "Pei, pei, pei, young people speaking irresponsibly. This is wine for you and your old friends, not for drinking with me."

"Old man, I’m not dead yet!"

"Don’t curse me!"

Li Guanyi couldn’t help but be amused by the old man, a faint smile appeared on his face, "If you don’t want to drink, then don’t drink. Haven’t you already figured out life and death, Elder? Do you still care about this?"

Old Siming said, "How could I not care?!"

Li Guanyi smiled, stayed quiet for a while, threw the wine jug in front, and said, "Sometimes I still dream, and see old acquaintances in my dreams."

"But when I open my eyes, they are not there. People say if you suddenly dream of someone, it means they are beginning to forget you. So what does it count as now? Old acquaintances have all dispersed; if I too forget them, in a hundred years, no one will know what kind of people they were."

Old Siming looked at the back before him and softly said, "That will not be."