Peace Order-Chapter 1588 - 27: The Red Emperor’s Resolve, Prince Qin Enters the Pass

Chapter 1588: Chapter 27: The Red Emperor’s Resolve, Prince Qin Enters the Pass

"The blood ties between the civil and military officials, noble families, and the royal clan are intricately intertwined. These relationships form a tightly-woven net that envelopes the entire Central State."

"Pull one thread and the whole web stirs."

"Not a single detail can be moved."

"Even though I have the heart to be courageous, I am powerless. At forty, I am just a wealthy puppet living off the legacy of my ancestors."

"How can such a person be called the ruler of the world?!"

"Isn’t it laughable?"

Noble Consort Wen couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered, wanting to comfort Ji Zichang.

But she didn’t know what to say.

The Wen family was also part of this vast network.

Ji Zichang gently pressed Noble Consort Wen’s palm, remained silent for a long time, and said, "The chaos of the world now has a chance to settle. When the world is at peace, if—if I am no longer the emperor, would you be willing to go with me?"

Noble Consort Wen’s heart trembled. She opened her mouth and almost shed tears.

With great effort, she controlled her emotions and softly said,

"I am willing."

Ji Zichang looked at her, smiled softly, and embraced her.

Ji Zichang rested his chin on Noble Consort Wen’s forehead, and quietly said,

"Good."

"Then, when we leave, we’ll travel the world, leave this narrow Central State, see the waters of Jiangnan, the grasslands of the Northern Domain, the desert sunsets in the Western Regions, and the vastest galaxy."

"When we venture out, through these rivers and mountains and worldly landscapes, I’ll accompany you until we’re old. Then, in this Golden Age, we’ll find a place to watch the sunrise and sunset, and witness all life thrive."

"There’s nothing else I wish for."

Noble Consort Wen’s nose turned sour, she nodded forcefully—in the past, behind the young man, who was once spirited and meeting his childhood friend, there was actually another younger girl, always watching his back.

He just never turned back at that time.

Finally, he turned back.

Ji Zichang’s eyebrows were calm, bearing a determination and openness almost unspeakable for the last emperor.

"Then, after Prince Qin claims the rightful throne."

"I shall pass the position of the ruler."

The Red Emperor said:

"Abdicate to him!"

...

In the Western Regions, the winters are bitterly cold.

The sound of camel bells resonates, drifting far with the northern wind, belonging to a caravan from the Central Plains. Under Prince Qin’s rule over these lands, previously sparse trade has begun to flourish.

Such caravans have become common.

Initially, the great desert sand pirates posed a threat to these ordinary caravans, but due to the Protectorate under Prince Qin being fond of plundering the sand pirates, they gradually disappeared. Those sand pirates discovered these regular troops to be more ruthless than themselves.

Robbery?!

What robbery?!

Who knows which destitute ferocious person this habit came from.

Dammit, they even rob desert bandits, is there no sense of justice or law?!

The caravan stopped at the water source ahead to resupply and provision.

According to Prince Qin’s orders, the Protectorate managed the water sources at every crucial point on the trade routes of the Western Regions, dispatching armored guards, and having trading posts to facilitate transactions at slightly lower than market prices, saving much trouble.

Travelers could also rest, eat, and replenish here.

The nobles from the large and small city-states in the Western Regions intended to partake in this lucrative business.

But the blades of the Protectorate are not easily bent.

In an unspoken manner, they slaughtered until the blades were blood-stained, curbing these people’s greed. This was mainly due to Prince Qin’s prestige and the reputation of the Heavenly Khan, without which such business could have sparked wars between city-states.

The wind and sand brushed by, and the young girl’s eyes on the camel were bright.

Saatanati, recently named Zhao in the Central Plains, has been studying history and writing, recording the orally passed legends of the Western Regions in text, surprising the Academy’s students. She once wrote ’What is everlasting is only virtuous character, even if the body perishes, the name remains.’

Students of history marveled at her talent, and she gradually started to make a mark.

She is now sixteen, almost seventeen, and stayed in Jiangnan for over half a year with the Heavenly Strategy Mansion. She wanted to return to Anxi City to see her original tribesmen, so she came along, vibrant and bright-eyed.

Scholars from the Central Plains had rarely seen such a lively exotic girl, some were quite moved.

But one day, when this girl Historian went out.

On her left and right were Yan Daiqing, warm and gentle like jade, and Mr. Wen Qingyu, polite and gentle.

The two mocked each other lazily while following Miss Zhao.

The dashing scholars from the Central Plains immediately recoiled.

"Tian Ge’er, Tian Ge’er, look, it has become so prosperous here. When we first met, even the water was drying up, and we had such ignorant traditions back then."

Saatanati called to the ones in the caravan behind.

On the cart pulled by camels, a young man of about twenty lazily laid back covering his face with a hat to shield the sun, then took it off and said, "Yes, after all, a long time has passed."

He suddenly sat up, gazed at the vast Western Regions, his view broad and expansive, involuntarily felt open-hearted, took a deep breath, and let out a long howl that echoed through the clouds, feeling extremely delighted.