#859 - Boundless Wind and Moon (Part 1)

Just like that, Chu Xianping released Gongsun Yan, and then he really didn't meet Wei Changtian again. He went straight out of the city to hunt down those Kui Dragon people who had practiced the Moon Picking Sword.

Not long after he left, the 200,000-strong army outside the city marched into Yongding City in a mighty manner.

The army entered the city, but did not disturb the people, nor did they kill anyone. Instead, they went directly to surround Dragon Head Mountain, and then engaged in battle with the thousands of Imperial Guards loyal to Lü Yuanjin.

The huge difference in numbers meant that the battle did not last long.

Around dusk, Dragon Head Mountain was breached, and the army quickly controlled the various yamen residences in Dahui, as well as the entire imperial palace.

Lü Yuanjin, finding himself in a desperate situation, dismissed all his retainers and went alone to the Lü family ancestral hall, where he hanged himself in front of the ancestral tablets.

Half an hour later, news of his death spread, and countless people left their homes and spontaneously knelt at the foot of Dragon Head Mountain.

The "rebel army" on the mountain did not disperse the crowd, nor did they carry out a massacre. Instead, they left Dragon Head Mountain at night, then withdrew from Yongding City, and finally camped and rested outside the city.

Thus, with the rising of the bright moon, this not-so-long battle for the throne finally came to an end, culminating in Wei Changtian and Gongsun Yan's "great victory."

In a few days, the latter would be able to don the yellow robe and formally enter Dragon Head Mountain.

And the Dahui Dynasty would forever become history, gradually disappearing in the long river of time, until no one remembers it anymore.

Without a doubt, Wei Changtian had achieved his goal.

Moreover, the whole process can be described as "bloodless", and did not bring too much turmoil to Dahui.

As for whether the people of Dahui would hate him, or "thank" him for not killing them, Wei Changtian didn't care, and he didn't feel any guilt.

After all, if it hadn't been for Chu Xianping, it wouldn't have been Dahui that was destroyed, but Daning and Dashu.

If you want to kill, you must be prepared to be killed.

This principle applies not only to people, but also to countries.

Wei Changtian certainly would not sympathize with the enemy.

But some people, can they really be considered enemies?

"Young Master, Chu An said he's waiting for you at the mass burial ground outside the city."

At dusk, when a crescent moon had traveled to the zenith, Zhang San hurriedly found Wei Changtian, who was talking to Yang Liushi in the study.

"He left a note in the crack of my door, I just saw it."

"... I know, go prepare the carriage first."

"If, if you... I'll do it."

"... No need."

Smiling, Wei Changtian shook his head and reached out to take the Starry Sky Saber scabbard hanging on the wall.

Without saying anything more, he tied the scabbard and was about to push the door open.

However, just as he was about to step over the threshold, he suddenly stopped and turned back to hand a black pill to Yang Liushi.

"Drop a drop of blood on it."

"..."

"Mm."

Looking at the black pill exuding a strange aura, Yang Liushi responded softly, without asking any more questions.

She first forced out a drop of blood with her inner strength and dripped it on the black pill, and then looked at Wei Changtian and said softly:

"Husband, I still say the same thing."

"No matter what you do, I'm on your side."

"Okay, I know."

Smiling and putting the black pill back into his sleeve, Wei Changtian waved his hand and walked out of the room, quickly walking away under Yang Liushi's gaze.

Passing through the bamboo forest, walking along a bluestone path, and passing by the brightly lit front hall of the inn.

Seeing Qin He sitting on a bamboo chair, propping her chin and wondering what she was thinking, Wei Changtian paused and asked, as if by some divine intervention—

"Where did Young Master Chu go?"

"Ah! Young Master Wei!"

Startled by Wei Changtian, Qin He hurriedly stood up and replied: "Chu An said he had something to do, he was sneaky and didn't tell me in detail... Do you have something to do with him?"

"It's nothing, just asking casually."

Shaking his head, Wei Changtian suddenly said: "By the way, I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I won't be able to be your wedding witness."

"Ah? So, so hurried?"

Stunned, Qin He's tone became a little stuttering.

In fact, her mood is still very complicated, after all, she still hasn't figured out whether Wei Changtian is a good person or a bad person.

But since Wei Changtian is leaving, then these are not important, right?

"Then, then this concubine will see you off tomorrow morning."

Saying softly, Qin He lowered her head timidly: "May the young master have a safe journey."

"Okay, thank you for your kind words."

Smiling and nodding, Wei Changtian turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

However, just as he took a few steps, a slightly hurried question suddenly came from behind him.

"Young, Young Master, you never thought of massacring the city, did you?"

"..."

His steps paused, and that figure finally disappeared silently into the night.

Wei Changtian didn't look back, nor did he answer.

An hour later, outside Yongding City, mass burial ground.

The so-called mass burial ground is a mound where some unknown corpses are buried, or hastily buried due to the large number of deaths during a major turmoil.

Wei Changtian didn't know why Chu An would choose such a place to meet him.

Perhaps in the former's view, after tonight he would also become a member of these nameless graves, so it's hard to say that he simply came to "dig his own grave" in advance.

"Wait for me here."

The carriage stopped at the end of the dirt road overgrown with weeds, and beyond that was a path where the carriage could not travel.

Wei Changtian got out of the carriage, told Zhang San, and then walked alone in the desolate and silent graveyard, his steps seemed a little heavy.

To be honest, although he had already asked Yang Liushi to drop blood on the puppet pill in advance, and prepared to use the Moon Picking Sword to plunder the luck of the divine beast, he still hadn't really decided how to deal with Chu An.

Should he really risk the heart demon to use the Moon Picking Sword?

The last time he faced Yan Huanwen on White Spirit Mountain, the heart demon of the Moon Picking Sword was already eager to move.

If I use it again, will I end up like Qin Zhengqiu, having to take Yulu Powder on time?

Yes, Chu Xianping said last night another way to suppress the heart demon.

But in fact, the puppet pill is not "suppressing" the heart demon, but "fighting poison with poison".

To put it bluntly, this method is more like manipulating a robot through two sets of instructions.

The "authority" of the puppet pill's instructions is higher, and the "authority" of the heart demon's instructions is lower. Although it can indeed avoid the risk of loss of control brought about by the heart demon, who would be willing to become a "robot"?

So... should I just kill him?

His heart was like a mess, but his eyes suddenly fell on a figure not far away.

Looking at Chu An sitting alone on a small mound, Wei Changtian walked over unhurriedly, his expression becoming more and more indifferent.

At this time, Chu An also saw him.

Slowly standing up, Chu An seemed to have drunk a lot of wine before coming, and his body was a little shaky.

Obviously, since he had asked Wei Changtian to meet here, he already understood his fate.

But in fact, he still had many doubts in his heart.

For example, how did Wei Changtian know his secret, for example, why didn't he kill himself before, and so on.

Chu An wanted to ask clearly before he died, to be a "knowing ghost".

However, when Wei Changtian really stood in front of him, he didn't ask any of these questions.

The desolate graves were bleak, and the moonlight was cold.

Chu An was silent for a long time, and then asked in a very humble tone about the thing he cared about most.

"Young Master..."

"You will spare Qin'er, right?"