[You can hear me.]
The eternal lamp in the sleeping chamber had burned through half of its oil.
A man walked in, carrying an oil jug in his hand.
The oil from the jug was slowly poured into the lamp bowl. The wick flickered, and the dim chamber seemed to brighten just a fraction.
Shen Yanci set down the oil jug, his fingertips brushing against the heavy bronze lamp stand.
The stand was carved with coiled dragons and rolling clouds. Over the long years, it had been covered with a layer of dark green bronze rust, which now clung to his fingertips, carrying a scent of decay.
Behind him, two men carried a chest inside.
"Master, where should we put this?"
"Here," Shen Yanci raised a finger and pointed next to the coffin. "Be gentle."
The large black chest was carefully placed on the coffin bed, right up against the coffin itself.
Shen Yanci stared at the coffin for a moment before suddenly turning to look at the two men.
"If you didn't have to follow me and do these things, what would you most want to do?"
The two men exchanged glances, standing there stiffly and not daring to speak.
Shen Yanci smiled. "I am just asking. Speak freely."
One of the men boldly spoke up, "I, I have a woman I like. I want to find a place to settle down with her, preferably have a baby. We both love children, and we've even picked out a name for the child..."
The other man, infected by his companion's words, added, "My mother is alone at home with no one to care for her. I miss her dearly. Now that the world is at peace..." As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake, immediately shut his mouth, and his face turned pale.
Shen Yanci's eyes slightly froze. After a long time, he nodded. "Alright, you may leave. Hurry down the mountain and attend to the matters I assigned you."
Seeing that Shen Yanci was not going to punish them, both men looked visibly relieved.
"Yes, Master."
The two men left, and the chamber instantly returned to silence.
Shen Yanci's gaze fell on the coffin bed.
The coffin was tightly shut, taking on an eerie hue under the lamplight.
He did not dare approach, only standing far away.
"Imperial Father, your son is incompetent."
Shen Yanci knelt down beside the eternal lamp. With a reverent expression, he kowtowed three times toward the coffin.
After kowtowing, Shen Yanci stood up and walked toward the coffin.
The chamber was very quiet; he was the only one there.
Shen Yanci could hear his own rapid breathing.
With a sorrowful expression, he looked at the wooden chest beside the coffin, his trembling fingertips brushing over it.
The wooden chest had a seal on it, the paint still fresh.
Shen Yanci raised his hand, tore off the seal, and gently opened the chest.
A stale scent of decay wafted out—not a foul stench, but the lingering aura of ancient death.
Over a decade of time had eaten away the flesh and skin, leaving only a pale, clean skeleton. In the black, cavernous eye sockets and the nose and mouth, copper coins had been stuffed. They were wedged so deeply they were almost embedded in the bone seams.
With trembling hands, Shen Yanci reached in and slowly took out the copper coins, one by one.
The coins had long turned a dark, bruised green. To suppress the soul, their edges had been ground sharp, and as he pulled them out, they cut Shen Yanci's hand.
Shen Yanci looked down at his stinging, bleeding palm but paid it no mind. He merely stepped forward and used his sleeve to slowly wipe away the dirt from the skeleton.
After wiping it clean, Shen Yanci stood up, walked to the edge of the coffin, and reached out to push it open.
He pushed the heavy coffin lid open just a crack. The next moment, a cloud of white powder scattered out from inside.
Caught off guard, Shen Yanci inhaled a large lungful. Instantly, he felt a numbing sensation wash over his entire body, like an electric shock. His head felt as if it were splitting open, and his vision blurred.
He instinctively reached out to support himself against the coffin, and then he felt the coffin moving.
The coffin lid was thrown open, and someone climbed out from inside.
Su Zhenzhen covered her nose and mouth, holding an empty sachet in her hand. She flicked the remaining residue inside onto Shen Yanci.
This was all that was left, not enough for a second person, so she couldn't let it go to waste.
Shen Yanci didn't know what kind of powder this was. He had only inhaled one breath, but he felt the numbness in his body growing heavier. Although his body was paralyzed, his mind remained clear.
Aside from his vision being initially blurred by the powder, his sight was now actually much clearer.
Su Zhenzhen?
Black water pooled in the chamber, and moss grew everywhere in the damp environment.
Shen Yanci stepped in a puddle and fell heavily to the ground.
He lay there, and a dagger appeared at his neck.
Shen Yanci shifted his gaze upward and saw two faces standing beside him.
Su Zhenzhen and... a strange, dark-skinned, chubby man squatted beside Shen Yanci, tilting their heads to look at him.
"Is he dead?" Lu Hexu's dagger pressed against Shen Yanci's neck. With a slight application of force, blood began to trail down his neck from the blade.
"No, this powder isn't a deadly poison." Su Zhenzhen shook her head.
This was something she carried for self-defense; it wasn't fatal.
"But it will paralyze a person's body for an hour."
Shen Yanci closed his eyes and opened them again. He looked carefully and finally recognized the person from those dark, profound eyes.
"Lu Hexu? Why are you here?"
Su Zhenzhen thought about it. "Just passing by."
Passing by his room, and then conveniently passing by his father's secret tomb.
Shen Yanci let out a deep sigh. "It's good that you're here. I have something I want to say to you."
"Let's kill him." Su Zhenzhen suddenly frowned.
According to plot developments, no matter the character, if they have something to say, there are only two possibilities: one, they are about to die and are doing a mental monologue; two, they are stalling for a reversal, like someone rushing in at any moment to save Shen Yanci.
It definitely wasn't the first possibility.
Shen Yanci: ...
Lu Hexu nodded, just about to strike, when the coffin bed suddenly shook violently. The next moment, the heavy tomb doors of the chamber crashed down, sealing the three of them inside.
Su Zhenzhen quickly got up to check the tomb doors.
She stood there and patted it with her hand, making a slapping sound.
The stone doors of the chamber were very thick and heavy, and they didn't budge an inch under Su Zhenzhen's strikes.
She guessed that even someone with Lu Hexu's natural divine strength probably couldn't move it.
"There should be a mechanism."
Su Zhenzhen knew that these kinds of tombs were all controlled by mechanisms.
The dagger cutting into Shen Yanci's neck paused.
Lu Hexu narrowed his eyes at him. "How do we open it?"
Despite the stinging pain in his neck, Shen Yanci did not struggle. He merely stared at Lu Hexu.
[You can hear me.]
This was something Shen Yanci had suspected for a long time, and today, it was finally confirmed.
He didn't know why Lu Hexu could hear other people's inner thoughts.
No wonder he acted so decisively, even seemingly crazed at times, yet was always right.
But now, none of that mattered anymore.
Lu Hexu's expression remained unchanged. He just stared at him gloomily, the dagger in his hand continuing to slice downward without mercy.
"Wait, we can't kill him yet, or we might be trapped in here forever."
Su Zhenzhen pulled Lu Hexu back. Looking at the blood flowing from Shen Yanci's neck, she took a bottle of powder from the medicine pouch at her waist and poured it all over his wound.
The dry powder seeped into the wound like tearing flesh, and a low cry of pain escaped Shen Yanci's throat.
Su Zhenzhen then tore off a relatively clean piece of her inner garment and bandaged the wound for him, quickly stopping the bleeding.
"Where is the mechanism?"
Su Zhenzhen looked down and asked.
Shen Yanci looked at her, his face pale from severe blood loss.
Lying there, he spoke with difficulty, "I have something to say, it is about Prince Su..."
As he spoke, Shen Yanci's gaze involuntarily fell on Su Zhenzhen's face. He wanted to raise his hand to touch her, but found he could not lift it at all, so he had to give up.
[I want to touch her, she looks so warm.]
Due to the blood loss, Shen Yanci's body temperature was dropping rapidly.
Coupled with the fact that the hidden mausoleum was underground and he was lying on a coffin bed.
He truly felt very cold.
Suddenly, a hand gripped his neck, choking Shen Yanci until his eyes rolled back.
"Do not choke him to death, we still do not know where the mechanism is."
[Why get angry all of a sudden?]
Su Zhenzhen reached out to pry Lu Hexu's hand away.
The man loosened his grip. His gaze toward Shen Yanci carried an unconcealable, gloomy hostility. Then, he turned to look at Su Zhenzhen, a trace of frustration added to his face.
He wanted to touch you.
Shen Yanci tilted his head back, breathing heavily. The wound on his throat split open again, and fresh blood stained the fabric around his neck.
He caught his breath before speaking, "Prince Su is critically ill. The eldest illegitimate son, Lu Changying, plotted against the heir, Lu Mingqian, causing his disappearance. We found out where Lu Mingqian is and leaked the information to Lu Changying."
"What are you trying to do?"
"Provoke a rebellion among the vassal kings."
Sure enough, although the plot was not following the original novel, none of the major event nodes were missing.
"Why are you telling us this? Do not stall for time, tell us where the mechanism is." Su Zhenzhen reached out and pressed on Shen Yanci's neck to stop the bleeding. "Otherwise, you will lose too much blood, and even if someone comes, you will not survive."
Feeling the woman's warmth against his neck, Shen Yanci smiled faintly. A clear tenderness swept across his gentle, jade-like features, yet he could not hide the exhaustion between his brows.
"I am not waiting for anyone to come. Before I came in just now, I had already dismissed everyone in the Daoist temple."
"Right now, on the entire Mount Shenju, there are only the three of us."
Shen Yanci's voice grew weaker. With slightly trembling eyelashes, he looked at Lu Hexu beside him, "Your Majesty, please promise me one thing."
"They just had no choice. They were also pushed onto this path."
"Please treat them well for me."
Shen Yanci's hand could move now.
He slowly raised his hand and placed it on the back of Lu Hexu's hand.
Lu Hexu looked at him quietly.
After Shen Yanci finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at the eternal lamp.
"Turn the lampstand."
Su Zhenzhen stared at the lampstand for a moment, then turned her gaze to Lu Hexu.
Could it be a trap?
"Stay here."
Lu Hexu pressed Su Zhenzhen down beside Shen Yanci.
Su Zhenzhen grasped Lu Hexu's wrist, looking up at him with unconcealable worry on her face, "Be careful."
Lu Hexu gently stroked her cheek, then turned and walked to the eternal lamp. He raised his hand and turned the lampstand.
As the lampstand was turned, the ground beneath Su Zhenzhen's feet swayed slightly, and the heavy doors of the sleeping chamber that had fallen were opened once again.
"The other doors outside can be opened by turning the oil lamp closest to them." Shen Yanci stared at the pitch-black ceiling of the hidden mausoleum. "I will give you one hour. Hurry down the mountain."
"What are you going to do?" Su Zhenzhen keenly sensed that something was wrong.
"Break the shackles." After Shen Yanci finished speaking, his gaze fell on Lu Hexu's face again. He looked at him, and neither of them spoke.
Lu Hexu walked over to Su Zhenzhen and took her hand. "Let's go."
Su Zhenzhen was surprised, "Are you not going to kill him?"
"...Yeah."
Su Zhenzhen turned her head and cast a strange look at Lu Hexu, "What kind of deal did you make with him?"
A woman's intuition was simply too sharp.
Lu Hexu said, "I will tell you when we get out."
Su Zhenzhen nodded and took one last look back at Shen Yanci, who was still lying there.
The numbness caused by the medicinal powder on Shen Yanci's body had not yet faded, but because of the dagger wound on his neck, the pain allowed him to regain control of his body earlier than expected.
Shen Yanci struggled to prop himself up halfway, meeting Su Zhenzhen's gaze.
He offered a smile. In the dim sleeping chamber of the hidden mausoleum, the man smiled gently.
It was not the fake smile from when they first met, but a genuine smile, one that had shed the shell of a puppet.
Su Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and left with Lu Hexu.
Shen Yanci watched as the figures of Su Zhenzhen and Lu Hexu disappeared before him.
He touched the fabric the woman had used at his neck. Beneath the heavy stench of blood, he could smell a faint herbal fragrance, like mugwort that had been fully sun-dried.
Having lost too much blood, Shen Yanci's body slowly went limp, and he finally slumped against the coffin.
His hand stroked the icy body of the coffin. That biting chill radiated outward, piercing through his skin and into his veins.
He slowly closed his eyes and pressed his face against it.
Imperial Father's hands were always very hot, unlike this coffin.
The memories were already very distant. Shen Yanci curled up his body, just like when he was a child, liking to curl up in his Imperial Father's embrace.
His Imperial Father taught him how to ride a horse, shoot arrows, read, and write.
His Imperial Father's hands were rough yet gentle.
The coffin felt colder and colder, just like his Imperial Father's gradually cooling corpse.
Shen Yanci rested for a long time before he felt his body gradually recover a little strength.
He leaned on the coffin to stand up, stumbled over to a wooden box, bent down, and moved the skeletal remains inside, bit by bit, into the coffin.
After he had moved all the remains from the wooden box inside, he painstakingly sealed the coffin.
Shen Yanci leaned against the coffin to rest for a while, then walked over to the other wooden boxes sealed with white strips.
He reached out, tore off the white strips, and opened them.
A pungent smell rushed out.
Inside were explosives.
Shen Yanci picked up the oil jug he had brought in earlier and sprinkled a circle around the wooden boxes.
He poured out the very last drop from the oil jug.
He hugged the oil jug and leaned back against the coffin.
The eternal lamp before his eyes was still emitting a faint, eerie glow.
Shen Yanci's memories began to blur.
"Be obedient, Your Highness the Crown Prince."
The Old Grand Tutor's hoarse voice rang in his ears, "Put on my son's clothes, so my son will not have died in vain!"
That day, there was a huge fire.
Many palace servants were fleeing outward.
Many people rushed in. There was blood everywhere, corpses everywhere.
In the past, Shen Yanci would always be frightened out of his wits by this scene in his memory, but today, he was no longer afraid.
Because this nightmare that had haunted him for half his life was finally going to end today.
"Crown Prince, being too weak will not do."
Having narrowly escaped death with him, the Old Grand Tutor, who had just recovered from severe injuries, hid with him in the hidden mausoleum on Mount Shenju.
At that time, Shen Yanci was disturbed by nightmares every night, and he lost a lot of weight from the fright.
Shen Yanci was almost scared out of his mind.
But he did not go crazy; it was only almost.
The Old Grand Tutor was very disappointed in his weakness, yet he still accompanied him, sleeping alongside the coffin in the sleeping chamber of the hidden mausoleum.
During those days, it was the Old Grand Tutor who stayed by his side.
When the danger passed and he came out of the sleeping chamber, his mind surprisingly settled down.
He and the Old Grand Tutor lived on Mount Shenju, watching as the Old Grand Tutor attracted many believers.
He did not know what the Old Grand Tutor was doing; he only knew that the burial objects in the dark mausoleum were decreasing one by one.
Then, from a certain point on, they gradually increased until they covered the entire sleeping chamber.
The Old Grand Tutor was very busy and had no time to discipline him.
Shen Yanci lived alone in Shenju Mountain, accompanied by two maids skilled in martial arts, and someone came over to teach him how to read.
Shen Yanci thought life would go on like this forever, until that day when he saw the Old Grand Tutor again.
The Old Grand Tutor had become very thin. He wore a black cloak and held a rabbit in his hand.
The rabbit was limp and lifeless; it was already dead.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, if you covet pleasure, how can you restore our nation!"
The rabbit was thrown in front of Shen Yanci. A bandage he had tied was still wrapped around its leg.
A few days ago, Shen Yanci had found this injured rabbit in the courtyard.
The rabbit had a terrible temper. If its foot hadn't been injured, it looked like it would have jumped up and attacked him.
Shen Yanci filled a bowl with water for it to drink, but it grabbed the bowl with its mouth, hopped on one leg, and smashed it on the ground.
Shen Yanci was left speechless.
Although taking care of the rabbit was exhausting, it was rare for Shen Yanci to have such a living creature by his side.
Humans are creatures of abundant emotion.
The lasting comfort brought by its companionship allowed Shen Yanci to feel a sudden sense of peace when he woke up from nights of endless nightmares and saw the rabbit hiding in the corner eating grass.
He walked over and poured water for it.
The rabbit took a couple of sips and was about to smash the bowl again, but Shen Yanci quickly snatched it away.
The maid had already started asking him why so many bowls were being broken.
Shen Yanci thought he had hidden the rabbit well, but the Old Grand Tutor still found out.
The rabbit was dead. Every night when Shen Yanci woke up with a start, all he saw was an empty room.
Sometimes, he would be trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up no matter how hard he tried.
Many times, the rabbit smashing a bowl had yanked him out of his nightmares.
But this time, only a room full of loneliness remained.
In the darkness, he seemed to hear those shrill screams surging from all directions, tangling around his ears. He could not tell if they were men or women, old or young. They were like countless fine needles violently piercing his eardrums.
He wanted to raise his hands to cover his ears, but his fingertips felt too heavy to lift. He could only let those screams drill into his mind.
The bedding beneath him also turned into a viscous bed of blood.
The blood seeped out endlessly, surging up along his body and enveloping him completely.
He wanted to struggle, but found himself seemingly nailed to this bed of blood, his limbs too heavy to move.
The young man's cold, pale fingertips clenched tightly, his knuckles turning blue. Panic churned on his face, yet he could not even open his eyes.
Those shrill screams continued, and the sticky sensation of the blood bed became increasingly real. He felt as if countless hands were reaching out from the blood, tightly grabbing his ankles, trying to drag him into an even deeper abyss.
Ahhh... The young Shen Yanci suddenly jolted awake. He saw the Old Grand Tutor standing by his bed.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, you live only to restore the Great Yan."
He lived only to restore the Great Yan.
Shen Yanci had carried this shackle for over a decade.
And it wasn't until now that he suddenly realized.
This was not his shackle alone.
In fact, he was the shackle for all of them.
He had never planned to walk out of here alive today.
"Father, you once taught me that the peace and well-being of the people is a monarch's true duty." Shen Yanci stroked the coffin behind him.
"When the fields yield harvests, when homes have cooking smoke, when the elderly enjoy their twilight years in peace, when children grow up safely, when the commoners suffer no displacement and bear no harsh taxes." Shen Yanci's voice gradually lowered. "When the people are at peace, the world is at peace; when the people are happy, the state prospers."
The words of his father from his memory echoed in his mind, word by word.
Shen Yanci remembered now. What he wanted was never that throne.
All he wanted was the peace and well-being of the people.
It was just that he had walked for too long and too far, forgetting this responsibility.
His heart had been blinded by hatred; he wanted revenge too badly.
Su Zhenzhen's words had awakened him.
What was it that he truly wanted?
Hatred is indeed hard to dispel, but would his father really want to see him unleash mass slaughter and implicate innocent commoners just to avenge a personal grudge?
If the peace of the people was destroyed because of hatred, even if he exacted his revenge, his father would not be happy.
"Lu Hexu, you promised me."
"Father, I will not stir up war again."
"Peace in the world is what our hearts truly desire."
Shen Yanci stretched out his leg and kicked over the heavy eternal lamp.
Tongues of fire greedily devoured the lamp oil, igniting the surroundings in an instant.
Shen Yanci closed his eyes amidst the flames.
Finally, it is getting warm.
Su Zhenzhen and Lu Hexu walked out of the Daoist temple. Along the way, they indeed did not see a single person.
Could what Shen Yanci said be true?
What on earth was he trying to do?
Su Zhenzhen's confused gaze fell upon Lu Hexu's face.
The man was unusually silent. He looked down to meet Su Zhenzhen's eyes, held her hand, and continued leading her outward.
Neither of them spoke. They walked all the way to the halfway point of the mountain when suddenly a massive roaring sound came from behind them.
It was like a summer thunderclap, resounding through the sky.
Su Zhenzhen abruptly stopped and looked up, only to see that the Daoist temple hidden among the mountain woods had collapsed by half.
"An earthquake?" Su Zhenzhen tightly hugged Lu Hexu.
"No," Lu Hexu hugged her back and shook his head. "It's gunpowder. Do you remember those wooden boxes? They were filled with gunpowder. Shen Yanci detonated them."
Su Zhenzhen froze in place, vaguely recalling the last look Shen Yanci had given her.
She opened her mouth and murmured, "Why would he do this?"
"Without the Crown Prince of the Yan State, there is no need to restore the nation."
"Wait a moment, I will detonate the gunpowder here. You take Su Zhenzhen and leave."
"I will take these assets for restoring the nation and sink beneath Shenju Mountain together with them."
Su Zhenzhen's mood couldn't exactly be called sorrowful, but she felt inexplicably... upset.
"Shall we erect a monument for him?"
Lu Hexu suddenly spoke.
"Huh?"
Su Zhenzhen blinked, clearly feeling that these words didn't seem like something that would come out of Lu Hexu's mouth.
"Alright," Su Zhenzhen nodded.
Lu Hexu turned around and used the dagger in his hand to clear a slightly cleaner patch of ground. Then, he found a stone and carved words onto it.
Su Zhenzhen went to pick some wild fruits. When she came back holding the fruits, she saw Lu Hexu erecting the carved stone facing the half-collapsed Daoist temple.
"Tomb of Lu Chongan."
Shen Yanci was his alias.
Lu Chongan was his real name.
Su Zhenzhen placed the wild fruits in her hands in front of this stone monument.
An arm wrapped around her shoulders as Lu Hexu leaned close. "Let's go down the mountain."
Su Zhenzhen nodded.
The amount of gunpowder was probably calculated perfectly.
It just blew up half the Daoist temple, completely burying the entrance to the dark mausoleum and trapping all those valuable gold and silver jewels inside.
Those jewels were supposed to be the accumulated capital to restore Yan, but now they were buried under Shenju Mountain along with Shen Yanci.
Su Zhenzhen sighed, took out a few gold ingots from her robes, and placed them on the table.
To her surprise, they still bore the mark of the Great Yan.
These couldn't be used either; they would have to be melted down first.
The Dark Mausoleum carried a scent of decay. After washing herself thoroughly from head to toe, Su Zhenzhen sat by the window sill and polished her gold ingots.
One.
Two.
Three.
She had taken three.
Resting her head on the table, Su Zhenzhen looked up and saw Wei Heng approaching with a lantern in his hand.
It was a rabbit lantern.
Only then did Su Zhenzhen realize that everywhere in the estate where a lantern could be hung, it had been replaced with festive ones.
The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.
Time flew by so fast.
"Miss Su."
Wei Heng handed the rabbit lantern to Su Zhenzhen.
Fine bamboo strips were tied together to form the rabbit's frame, pasted with gauze, painted with a brush, and dotted with a pair of bright red eyes.
"Thank you, Godfather."
Su Zhenzhen took the rabbit lantern through the open window.
Wei Heng stood by the window, his hands folded in front of his abdomen. "Tomorrow there will be a Mid-Autumn lantern festival in the market. Miss Su, you could invite His Majesty to go see the lanterns together."
Su Zhenzhen squeezed the rabbit lantern in her hands. "Would he... be willing to go with me?"
Wei Heng smiled and said, "Miss Su, since childhood, no one has ever taught the Master about romance. He doesn't understand what affection is, or what love is, and sometimes his way of thinking differs from ordinary people. But I can tell that to him, you are special."
Su Zhenzhen pursed her lips, holding the rabbit lantern, and nodded at Wei Heng.
Wei Heng nodded back and turned to leave.
Su Zhenzhen took the rabbit lantern into her room.
She thought to herself that even Wei Heng could tell she liked him.
Poking at the rabbit lantern, Su Zhenzhen stood up, walked a circle around the room, then stepped out and knocked on Lu Hexu's door.
The man was currently reviewing imperial memorials.
Hearing the sound, he slightly raised his eyes. "Enter."
Su Zhenzhen gently peeked her snow-white face out from behind the door, looking toward Lu Hexu.
"Is there something you need?" The man had just finished bathing. All of his disguises had been removed, revealing features as sharp as a blade.
Sitting behind the imperial desk, Lu Hexu looked up, his body still carrying the lingering moisture from his bath.
Su Zhenzhen squeezed the rabbit lantern through the gap in the door.
"There is a Mid-Autumn lantern festival tomorrow."
"Would you like to go?"
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