Peace Order

Chapter 1845 - 92: Emperor! (End of Volume)

"Ha, thinking back to it, ten years ago in Jiangzhou City, I fought with him. Although I got beaten badly, I managed to hit him too; if recorded in history, it would be quite a legacy..."

The hardships of leaving home at a young age, the battles over these years, even though I have seen with my own eyes what the reign of Prince Qin truly looks like, for Yan Daiqing, he feels he has been recompensed, his wishes fulfilled.

Yet that word brings about a sense of dignity.

The majesty brought by that word leaves no room for doubt.

But it is extremely gratifying!

Almost feeling as if returning to youth, seeing the boundless long wind and the flowing rivers of Wan Li, that spirited and vigorous feeling.

Yan Daiqing’s whispered voice abruptly stopped.

He clenched his fist, still maintaining the excitement from his youth, gazing ahead dazedly, wearing luxurious attire, with slightly purple eyes, the Qin kingdom’s strategist Mr. Po Jun was looking at him with elegance.

Yan Daiqing:"..."

He needs to explain first.

He can explain.

Then he saw the handsome purple-eyed strategist examining him from top to bottom.

Then the corners of his mouth lifted into a subtle arc.

"Oh?"

Turning around to leave.

Just these three simple actions.

Mr. Yan Daiqing seemed to hear the sound of his Taoist Heart shattering, the corner of his mouth twitched, his whole demeanor dimmed, he felt his image developed over the years would break apart just like that.

Previously, he internally criticized Mr. Po Jun for often smirking, wanton and flamboyant, lacking the demeanor of a gentleman.

But just now, the arc at the corner of his mouth had caught onto something.

Even Wen Qingyu could pull it up.

Having previously judged others, yet now being seen in this embarrassing situation by that secretly jesting friend, Yan Daiqing was hit repeatedly by his moral conscience and sense of shame.

In another direction, Mr. Po Jun thought joyfully.

"Ah, Yan Daiqing also has this habit."

"Tsk tsk tsk, actually found this place before me."

"Not bad, not bad."

The entire Qilin Army fell into a special atmosphere of excitement and emotion—an event like [founding emperor][ascending to the throne] feels grand when viewed through history, but truly being part of it brings a sense of majesty and mission.

As if one has really transformed into a historical figure.

One can almost anticipate how future generations will view them centuries later.

Just thinking of it brings unspeakable joy.

Nan Hanwen and others’ preparation for ascending the throne was originally intended to be grand, at least comparable to the ceremonial grandeur of the new emperor of Ying Country, yet was ordered by Prince Qin to be kept simple.

Nan Hanwen and others felt it was fitting.

But Li Zhaowen, expressed a second wish, merely wanting Li Guanyi to ride with her outside freely; both of them were highly skilled, riding atop the finest divine steeds among Dragon Colts.

Racing all the way to the ends of rivers, witnessing the vast expanse of the sun, the landscape before them wide and open.

Li Guanyi and Li Zhaowen stood before the river, Li Zhaowen casually tossed a wine flask to Li Guanyi, who caught it, lifted his head to drink, demeanor relaxed, Li Zhaowen watching his profile.

Fingers behind her back, tapping against herself, as if urging herself to do something.

But seemingly unable to speak.

After multiple attempts, finally asking ’casually’:

"Guanyi, how is the wine?!"

Li Guanyi replied:"Not bad."

"From the taste, it seems quite expensive."

Li Zhaowen couldn’t help but laugh:"Ha, you, still the same; but this is truly like you. Recently, I was a bit worried."

Her voice paused slightly, finally relaxing, saying:"I was afraid you would choose never to declare yourself emperor because of your relationship with Ji Zichang Your Majesty, pressing forward step by step until Ying Country is defeated, if that were the case..."

Her voice paused.

Originally wanting to say, if that were the case, as [Grand Marshal of the Army under the Red Emperor] defeating Ying Country’s Li Guanyi, the issue faced is that such grand circumstance leads to desires to restore the lineage of the Red Emperor.

Only at this final battle before settling the hierarchical order of heaven and earth.

Can we defeat enemy nations, annihilate foes, sacrifice to heaven and earth, and once again establish the achievements of unifying the world.

In her impression, Li Guanyi was somewhat gentle.

Thus her voice paused slightly, only laughing ’casually’:"I wanted to use my second wish to persuade you."

Li Guanyi looking into the distance, simply said:"Has it changed?"

"I have not changed anything."

"But having reached this point, even stopping for a moment is betrayal."

Li Guanyi finished the wine, turned and mounted his horse, racing across the vast wilderness, Li Zhaowen stunned, laughed freely, joining him in the ride, Li Zhaowen still curious, Li Guanyi took her back to the State City in Jiangnan.

Brought wine to a place.

The atmosphere was serene, an open area filled with engraved stone steles.

Li Zhaowen initially held her usual smile, upon seeing the names engraved on the steles, her expression gradually solemn, Li Guanyi reached out to touch the inscriptions, voice calm, speaking to the first stele:

"My father Li Wanli, galloped through the world seeking peace, died at the hands of traitorous men."

"My mother Su Changqing, when I was young, was afflicted with Fei Poison, when triggered, could directly claim my life, my mother transferred the poison to her body, entrusting her Dharma Form Green Bird to me."

"More than twenty years ago at Chen Country’s grand ceremony, they died together."