CG Chapter 130: Even You, Wu Wuqing?
Clap!Clap!Clap!
The man who was responsible for this whole incident stood in front of the emperor as he joyously clapped and laughed as if he had just seen the most amusing thing ever.
The man grabbed the black loose hair of the emperor into a bundle around his hand.
He paused for a second, thinking of everything he had gone through to get here, and then, sliced it off with a dagger.
This act was not simply to punish the emperor, but to humiliate him in front of his citizens, break his will, and shatter his mental state even further.
However, even in such a wretched state, Han Li did not lose the bearing of an emperor.
His robes were torn, and his crown was broken, yet the majesty of the Han emperor lingered in his every breath. He might have been arrogant, and even lecherous.
But he was the Emperor of Great Han.
How could dignity ever abandon him? Even if the heavens collapsed, even if the earth crumbled beneath his feet, he would still stand tall because that title was carved into his soul and blood.
The gaze of the emperor looked deeply into the man's eyes as he said only a single sentence in a deep and dry voice.
"Even you, Wu Wuqing? Then down with my Han!"
The voice of the betrayed emperor held a deep sense of pain because the man who was responsible for the fall of his dynasty and the death of his family was none other than his most trusted general.
Wu Wuqing, the Heartless Sword of Han.
A man of no renown, nor a great background, one who rose to the peak through pure hard work and an unimaginable talent over the battlefield.
Through that, he rose to become the greatest general that the Han Dynasty had ever known. But just like he was their rising star, he was also the reason behind their downfall.
Seeing how the emperor acted like the victim in this situation, Wu Wuqing's blood boiled as he drew his sword from its scabbard.
After spitting a mouthful of warm alcohol, he slammed downward.
A second before the blade hit the emperor's neck, and as it drew a thin line of blood, Wu Wuqing decided to let the emperor understand the reason
behind his death.
"Twenty years ago, you took in an eight-year-old girl, promising to marry her to one of your sons. Hearing that she was going to marry a prince, that foolish girl felt extreme happiness as she jumped while singing and dancing inside her small house."
Wu Wuqing stopped speaking feeling a lump forming in his throat.
"But not even a year later, the young girl's body was found dead and bruised alongside the trash of the palace, along with the child in her stomach."
"What you did not know back then was that the girl had an older brother."
"Do you even remember her name? Or did you even know she was carrying your child? Hahaha, I doubt it."
His laugh was manic, full of sadness and heartache, as a single tear fell on the stone floor.
He didn't know if he wished the emperor would say yes, or if he wanted her memory to remain in the mind of this vile man.
Hearing the words of his general, the emperor had a light shine through his eyes for a single second as he said,
"So be it!"
With a sad chuckle, he kept his eyes locked on Wu Wuqing in his final moments.
The light quickly vanished as the swing from the wine-soaked sword sliced through the neck of the emperor.
At that moment, the glory and power of being an emperor all came to nothing. The emperor hated Wu Wuqing for what he had done and would rip him into pieces if he got the chance.
But deep down, he understood the cause and effect, and since he did not have any other choice, chose to make peace with his own death.
Watching the last of his family and the father who had doted on him since young fall in such a humiliating way left a strong sense of hatred in the young prince's heart.
He wanted to run to the stage and hold the corpse of his father for one final time, to tell him about his journey, or even give him a final hug as he cried in his chest.
At that moment, the young prince swore to himself to grow stronger and grow his own forces, to take back what was his.
As for what his father did, he might have felt pity for the girl, but compared to what Wu Wuqing had done to his innocent brothers and sisters, that hatred was much greater.
Who was right and who was wrong? Only the victor can decide that, and at the moment, Wu Wuqing was the victor and the hero in the eyes of the masses.
But if there was ever a time when Han Yi could get his revenge, then he would turn into the hero who had taken revenge for his family against the traitorous rebels and bandits.
At the same time, on the stone stage, Wu Wuqing stood there unmoving like a monolith as he knelt next to the corpse of the previous emperor.
In the moment when he should have felt most happy, after all he was a powerful martial arts master and more importantly the new emperor, but instead he felt nothing but a deep sense of emptiness and loss.
He lifted his head to the sky with his back turned to the crowd.
A moment passed, and the next, the silent voice of the cheering crowd echoed across the city.
The sound of parents hugging their families at the fall of the tyrant, and the sound of the new generation singing for their future.
Hearing their voices, Wu Wuqing turned his back to face them. As he raised his hand, everyone quieted down.
Seeing this, he started to speak.
"The days of the Han people oppressing us, killing our men, and raping our women are no longer here."
He smiled, his demeanor transforming from that of a general to the majesty of a venerated emperor who had been ruling since youth.
"We stand as the people of the new world. We stand as the people blessed by the heavens. From today on, the Han Dynasty shall be no more, and I shall crown myself as Emperor of Wu."
As the final words fell, the crowd's cheers grew louder, and with it, the start of the first year of the Wu Dynasty began.
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Away from all of this chaos, in a rural small mountainside village, the purple star fell on a humble house as the demonic laughter of a man echoed.