Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping both held weapons, guarding by Chen Dingye’s side, and thus, they saw the head in the box, calm and dignified, with white beard and hair, face marked by injuries, yet carrying an aura of fierce and domineering might.
In this era, there’s no hero who doesn’t recognize this person.
Ye Zhongdao gripped his weapon and murmured: "...Divine Martial King."
A life spanning 60 years, of which thirty were spent as the most absurd prince of Great Chen Country, then rising with a sword, gaining fa for over ten years, reaching the peak of power, retreating to the mountains and wilderness for over ten years, then rising again, pressing the sword, to conquer the vast world.
Even for them, the Chen Country’s domineering king evokes an indescribable complex emotion; he was their sharpest king, also their greatest enemy, now rely a head.
This signifies the defeat of the Divine Martial King.
They understood Chen Dingye’s strategy, and at this mont, all were alert, turning back to look at their Majesty. Chen Dingye held the box, his face with a sense of bewildernt, after days of bitter resolve, receiving only the death of the Divine Martial King.
It’s as if the entire strategy has collapsed; in this camp, the atmosphere froze in an instant, they watched Chen Dingye, including the envoy who secretly noted Chen Dingye’s changes.
This is a plan to attack the heart.
It’s ant to tell Chen Dingye that his strategy has completely failed, and at this mont, Daying Kingdom doesn’t plan to continue fighting him, instead opting to take a break for so ti.
Chen Dingye suddenly burst into laughter.
His laughter was as graceful and cheerful as ever.
He rose, bent over, placed the box on the table, and said with a smile:
"Prince Puyang, brother."
"Long ti no see."
"Have you been well...?"
"Why so weary?"
Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping both felt a surge of sorrow, while the envoy unexpectedly felt a sliver of chill in his heart. Chen Dingye left the head of the Wolf King, looked at the envoy, and said: "You must be one of the brave and wise young generation of Ying Country."
"Coming here this ti, employing such a stratagem must have been very dangerous, you’re hoping that by doing so, you can quickly rise to prominence, gaining the qualification to step into the chaotic world."
The envoy responded confidently and respectfully: "In war, emissaries are not to be beheaded."
"Your Majesty is wise and steadfast, certainly will not violate the grand nation’s prestige by taking a subject’s life."
Chen Dingye laughed aloud: "Hahaha, good, good!"
"A fine statent about not taking your life to harm the grand nation’s prestige. You are courageous, decisive, and strategic; if my brother were here, he’d definitely appreciate you, and share a drink with you!"
"But alas, you encountered solitude, you t a lonely ruler."
The envoy’s expression suddenly tightened, he saw Chen Dingye raise his head, eyes deep and calm, yet with an indescribable fierce murderous intent; in the instant of seeing the Wolf King’s death, Chen Dingye’s mindset shifted again.
He reached out, closed the box, gently said: "Kill him."
The envoy’s expression drastically changed: "Your Majesty—"
The sound of the blade unsheathing was chilling, the envoy fell into a pool of blood, no one dared to confront Chen Dingye’s sharpness and wrath at this ti, everyone felt their hearts tremble slightly.
Chen Dingye reached out, carefully cradling the box, softly said: "When we were young, no, when I was young... brother, that’s how you took out to play."
"You had grown up, riding and spreading flowers, carefree, while I only followed tightly behind, you drank and listened to songs, tossing silver coins easily, while I clapped along with ordinary songstresses, praising the bold and unrestrained freedom."
"Back then, I envied you so much."
"I climbed trees, and when I fell, you, just as now I hold you, caught , proudly paraded down the street on the Imperial Path... haha, the past seems right before my eyes...
Chen Dingye finally placed the box in his tent, reached out, stroked the box, softly said: "...A lifeti of war spanning 60 years, you were over ten years older than , there’s hardly been peaceful tis in this life."
"I’ll take you ho."
His palm lifted, rested on the hilt of the sword, those eyes honed to clear sharpness, lowered, softly said:
"If I still live..."
Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping only followed Chen Dingye outside the tent, stopped just outside, quietly watched ahead, after a long ti, the tent flap opened, Chen Dingye erged, looking unchanged.
He wore Chen Country-style royal armor, compared to the Western Regions, not to ntion the grasslands, compared to the Ying Country’s simple and thick style, Chen Country’s battle armor was more refined, though more expensive, it also conveyed a sense of majesty alongside defense.
Chen Dingye, with a golden crown tying his hair, donned dark armor, the Civil and Military Sleeves robe draped down, pressing the sword, walked to the height, Ye Zhongdao and Zhou Xianping followed behind, silent and lonely, Chen Dingye stood high, gazing at the northern world:
"Truly, high positions are unbearably cold..."
"When I received the throne from my brother, I never thought it would be such an exhausting position, back then I only thought it might be a sufficiently illustrious position."
"But with prominence cos the corresponding price."
Chen Dingye reached out, palms enveloped by the wind, softly said: "Among blood kin, there are many abandonnts, many deaths, now among those comrade brothers and sisters, the Princess harbors enmity towards , like a stranger; now the brother has also gone."
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