Shuhan

The moment Cao Rui was born, he seemed to be the most dazzling stroke in the splendid picture woven by the god of destiny.

He was born in the palace of Cao Wei, surrounded by endless glory and wealth.

The magnificent palace, with its carved beams and painted buildings, and pearl curtains and jade bricks, all demonstrated his noble status.

Even though he was not favored by his father Cao Pi later because of his mother Zhen Mi, his innate noble temperament did not diminish in the slightest.

Whenever he traveled, he was surrounded by a large number of attendants, and the scale of his ceremony was so grand that it was astonishing.

Wearing gorgeous clothes and a jade crown, he walked among the crowd, attracting attention like the brightest star in the night sky.

However, fate is always full of variables.

The former wealth and glory turned into a passing cloud after the defeat in the war.

The State of Wei, a behemoth that once stood tall in the Central Plains, has now collapsed.

Cao Rui, the former emperor of Wei, has now become a king who lost his country.

He stood on the land that once belonged to him, looking at the devastation all around him, feeling mixed emotions.

He originally thought that with the powerful strength of Wei State, even if he could not unify the world, he could at least maintain peace in one area.

However, reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

He watched helplessly as the Wei army was defeated and the soldiers who had once sworn allegiance to him fell one after another.

His heart felt like it was being twisted by thousands of knives and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

On the way of escape, the Wei army that had originally followed him to break out was scattered like sand in the wind.

At first, there were hundreds of people following him, but as time went on, the number dwindled.

In the end, only a few dozen people were left with him.

Among these dozens of people, who is sincere?

Who else would want to exchange his head for wealth and honor?
Cao Rui's heart was filled with doubts and anxieties.

The winter wind blew like the roar of a devil, piercing through his clothes and piercing his bones.

In the woods, leaves are falling and snow is piling up, creating a bleak scene.

The severe cold seemed to freeze the entire world into ice.

Cao Rui couldn't help but shiver. His body was shaking, and his heart was shaking too.

He looked up at the sky, only to see it was grey and covered with dark clouds, as if even God was sighing for his fate.

He looked down at himself. His clothes were already tattered and covered in dirt and blood.

His hair was disheveled, and his jade crown was long gone. His face, once fair and handsome, was now full of fatigue and vicissitudes.

His eyes, which used to be bright and lively, were now filled with confusion and despair.

He stretched out his hand, trying to grab something, but he only grabbed a handful of cold air.

"Your Majesty, what should we do?" a soldier asked tremblingly.

His voice was filled with fear and uncertainty.

Cao Rui turned his head and took a look at him. He saw that the soldier was in ragged clothes, with a pale face and thin body, and his eyes were flashing with desire for survival and fear of death.

Cao Rui felt a pang in his heart. Wasn't he the same?

He also desires to survive, and he also fears death.

But at this moment, he could only force himself to remain calm and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, we will always find a way."

However, his words seemed so pale and powerless.

If even he himself doesn't believe it, what else can they do?

They are already the kings of a fallen country and the remnants of defeated troops. What else can they do except escape?

Cao Rui continued walking, his steps heavy and slow.

Every step he took felt like he was walking on the tip of a knife, causing him excruciating pain.

His heart was filled with nostalgia for the past and fear of the future.

He missed the former Wei State, the powerful and prosperous Wei State.

He was afraid of his future life and the unknown fate.

"Your Majesty, look over there!" Suddenly, a soldier shouted, pointing forward.

Cao Rui looked in the direction of his finger and saw a group of chaotic soldiers appearing in front of him.

They were holding weapons, with stern faces, and were running towards them.

These people shouted at the top of their lungs, "The Emperor of the Han Dynasty has issued an edict to capture Cao Rui. Regardless of whether he is dead or alive, he will be granted the title of Marquis of a Thousand Households. Now wealth and glory are right before our eyes. Brothers, charge!"

Cao Rui's heart tightened, he knew that these rebel soldiers must be here to hunt them down.

"Run!" Cao Rui shouted, turned around and ran.

Behind him, the soldiers also started running.

However, how could their speed compare to those well-trained soldiers?

After a while, the rebel soldiers caught up with them.

"Cao Rui, you can't run away!" a soldier shouted, his voice full of pride and arrogance.

Cao Rui was furious. He turned around, glared at the soldier, and shouted, "How dare you, traitors, betray the State of Wei!"

However, his shout did not scare away the chaotic soldiers.

Instead, they laughed even more arrogantly.

One of the soldiers came forward and said with a smile: "Cao Rui, Cao Rui, do you think you are still the emperor of Wei? You are now just a king of a fallen country. Your life is in our hands."

When Cao Rui heard this, his heart sank.

He knew that these rebel soldiers were right.

He is no longer the emperor of Wei, he is just a king of a fallen country.

His life was indeed in the hands of these people.

Now that the eight passes of Luoyang are all in the hands of the Han Kingdom, what kind of trouble can the so-called Cao Zhen in Qingxu really cause?
He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

However, at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Your Majesty, don't be afraid! We are here to save you!"

Cao Rui suddenly opened his eyes and saw a group of soldiers in armor rushing towards him.

They were armed with weapons and extremely brave. They were the remnants of the Wei State.

The person leading the troops was none other than Xiahou Xian!

Cao Rui was delighted, he knew that he was saved.

He shouted loudly: "Clear the rebels, charge!"

As he spoke, he brandished the weapon in his hand and rushed towards the chaotic soldiers.

The soldiers also responded and rushed forward with him.

A fierce battle thus unfolded.

Cao Rui led the troops and fought bravely against the enemy.

His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if he wanted to vent all his anger and despair on these chaotic soldiers.

The soldiers were also inspired by him and fought bravely without fear.

However, despite their best efforts, they were ultimately outnumbered.

Gradually, their lines began to crumble.

Cao Rui watched the soldiers around him fall one by one, his heart filled with grief and helplessness.

He knew that he was powerless to change the situation. The winter wind was still blowing, and the fallen leaves in the woods fell one after another, forming piles of snow.

The severe cold still made people shiver, and Cao Rui's heart had sunk to the bottom.

He knew what fate he was about to face, but he was no longer able to resist.

He could only silently wait for death to come, waiting for the unknown fate to take him away.

"Your Majesty, leave quickly!"

Xiahou Xian used all his strength and suffered dozens of wounds. Blood gushed out, staining his battle robe red, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, waving the sword in his hand to open up a way of survival for Cao Rui.

The chaotic soldiers were like a tide, with shouts and the sounds of swords clashing. Xiahou Xian's figure appeared particularly heroic in the crowd. He used his flesh and blood to build an indestructible line of defense, covering Cao Rui step by step to escape the encirclement of the chaotic soldiers and break out of the heavy siege.

It was late at night and the moonlight was as bright as water, but it could not illuminate the tragedy and sadness of the battlefield.

Xiahou Xian finally fell off his horse due to exhaustion, fell heavily to the ground, and was unable to get up again.

His eyes gradually became blurred and he looked up at the sky, as if he was still worried about the unfinished mission and the land of Qingxu in the distance.

Cao Rui looked back and saw Xiahou Xian's body lying quietly on the ground, motionless. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife and he burst into tears.

He knew very well that this loyal and brave general had paid the price of his life for his survival.

However, at this time, Cao Rui was left with only three guards. They were all ragged and covered with scars, but they still stood firmly beside Cao Rui.

The four of them looked at each other, all at a loss.

In this dark night and a thousand miles away, how can we get to Qingxu?

Cao Rui was confused. The road ahead seemed to be swallowed by darkness and he could not see any hope.

At this moment, the three guards beside him suddenly moved. They quickly stepped forward, subdued Cao Rui, and tied him up.

Cao Rui was shocked and filled with anger. He widened his eyes and cursed, "How dare you, ungrateful fellows, treat me like this!"

However, the three guards just looked at him coldly, and one of them said, "Your Majesty, you have no way out now, why don't you use your life to exchange for our wealth!"

When Cao Rui heard this, he felt a chill in his heart. He never expected that the imperial guard he once trusted would actually betray him.

He struggled, trying to break free from the ropes, but in vain.

Three imperial guards escorted him along a path in the wilderness, wanting to find the Han army and exchange Cao Rui's life for wealth and glory.

The night grew darker and the cold wind blew, making the leaves rustle, as if playing a dirge for the sadness of this world.

Cao Rui was tied to the horse and was almost falling apart. His heart was filled with despair and anger.

He looked at the backs of the three guards, with flames of hatred flashing in his eyes, and vowed to remember this betrayal.

However, fate did not seem to favor Cao Rui.

They did not encounter the Han army, but unexpectedly encountered a group of defeated Wei soldiers.

These defeated soldiers were in tattered clothes and looked haggard, but there was a gleam of greed in their eyes.

When they saw Cao Rui tied to a horse, hope suddenly lit up in their eyes.

They knew that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty had ordered that anyone who captured the Wei Emperor Cao Rui would be rewarded with a title of Marquis of a Thousand Households.

This huge temptation made them forget their former loyalty and vows.

"Look, it's the Emperor of Wei!" A fleeing soldier with sharp eyes suddenly pointed at Cao Rui who was tied to a horse and shouted.

His voice was hoarse and full of surprise, as if he had found a priceless treasure in the midst of war.

Suddenly, the originally scattered soldiers seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and surged up like a tide, surrounding the three guards who were guarding Cao Rui.

These chaotic soldiers were all dressed in rags, but their eyes were gleaming with greed and madness.

They waved their swords, shouted, and scrambled to capture the former emperor of Wei.

Although the three guards were extremely brave, they were ultimately outnumbered.

They stood back to back, holding swords, and struggled to resist the siege of the chaotic soldiers.

However, the chaotic soldiers came in waves, and they gradually became unable to cope with it.

"I was the one who captured Cao Rui!" roared a guard, his voice full of determination and firmness.

However, before he could finish his words, a long knife had already slashed at his neck. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and he fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Seeing this, the other two guards swung their swords even harder, but in the end they were still unable to withstand the fierce attack of the mob soldiers.

Soon, they were also chopped to death by the chaotic soldiers and fell in a pool of blood.

Cao Rui watched all this happen helplessly, feeling himself reduced to a commodity, and his heart was filled with despair.

There was fear and helplessness in his eyes, like a hare being chased by a hunter.

He knew how tragic his fate would be and that those rebel soldiers would never let him go easily.

Sure enough, the soldiers swarmed over and pulled him off his horse.

They were like a pack of mad wild dogs, scrambling to dismember the former emperor.

Cao Rui was knocked unconscious and before he could react, fists and kicks rained down on him.

He screamed in pain, his voice echoing in the night sky, but no one paid any attention.

"Look, this armor, it really belongs to the Emperor of Wei!" a soldier shouted excitedly. He tore off Cao Rui's armor, with greed flashing in his eyes.

Another soldier swung a long sword and slashed at Cao Rui's arm.

The sound of the blade cutting into flesh could be clearly heard, and blood gushed out, staining the ground red.

Cao Rui was in excruciating pain, but he could not resist and could only let these chaotic soldiers do whatever they wanted.

"Haha, this leg belongs to me too!" Another soldier seized the opportunity and chopped off Cao Rui's leg with one knife.

There was a ferocious smile on his face, as if he was doing something extremely glorious.

Cao Rui's body was shaking violently, his eyes gradually became unfocused, looking at this group of former compatriots who had now become bloodthirsty demons, his heart was filled with endless sadness and despair.

Under the moonlight, the battlefield was in a mess.

Cao Rui's body was cut into pieces and scattered on the ground.

His head was held high by a rogue soldier, and his once majestic face was now filled with pain and humiliation.

The riotous soldiers held Cao Rui's arms, legs, and even his head, cheering and preparing to claim their reward.

Their faces were filled with smiles of greed and satisfaction, but they didn't care at all about the dignity and life of a former emperor.

The wind was still blowing, bringing a hint of coolness, passing through every corner of the battlefield.

It seems to be sighing for the sadness and cruelty of this world, and mourning for the former emperor of Wei.

Cao Rui, the emperor who once ruled the world and was feared by all, ended his life in the midst of chaos.

His blood dyed the land red and also dyed the pages of history red.

Those chaotic soldiers, carrying Cao Rui's body parts, disappeared into the night.

They would be complacent about this "military achievement" and ecstatic about the reward of a thousand-household marquis.

But there is no guilt.

What a luxury guilt is in this day and age?
On the battlefield, there was only desolation and blood.

Cao Rui's robe was thrown aside, covered with dirt and blood.

His sword also fell not far away, with a few traces of blood still on the sword, as if telling the story of its owner's former glory and current misery.

The wind continued to blow, carrying with it endless sorrow and sadness.

It passes through the woods and the wilderness, bringing its cruelty and ruthlessness to every corner of the world.

The last glory of the empire has come to an end!
Wei State.

Dead! (End of this chapter)