My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

The once prosperous and brightly lit capital city of Fengyuan has fallen into ruin overnight.

Everywhere there were piles of white bones, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The cries of agony filled the air, a chilling sound.

This is the ultimate hell on earth.

Xiang Chen truly never imagined that such a day would come.

Just like when he was ten years old, he never thought that Princess Yongning would die.

At that time, Xiang Chen thought, now that his elder sister was gone, who would sit on the throne?
Prince Yan Hejia was actually the most suitable candidate, but if he left the northwest, the barbarian pirates would definitely be eager to make a move.

Moreover, he himself had no interest in the throne.

With Emperor Zhaozong's descendants all gone, in the end, only he remained.

Xiang Chen was placed in the position of the emperor by force.

In the short time that followed his death, Emperor Ning Zhaozong transformed him into a qualified successor.

But Xiang Chen knew that he was not as good as Princess Yongning, Xiang Lan, in governing the country.

In military strategy and warfare, he was not as good as King Hejia of Yan.

In terms of decisiveness and ruthlessness, he was not as good as Princess Jing'an, Xiang Mingyu.

Not to mention his ancestors, the founder of the Ning Dynasty, Emperor Taizu, who seized the world from humble beginnings.

He seemed to be inferior to everyone, and perhaps the worst among the Xiang royal family.

But since he has become an emperor, he must shoulder the responsibilities that come with it.

To die for one's country and its people should be the greatest honor for an emperor.

He enjoyed it.

On the city tower, Xiang Chen suddenly drew his sword, startling the five people except for Ye Wanlan.

Si Fuqing's expression changed, and she almost cried out, "Sister, could it be that he..."

“Hmm.” Ye Wanlan said softly, “According to historical records, in 1723 of the Shenzhou calendar, Emperor Yongshun committed suicide to save the people of the city.”

Yan Tingfeng's voice was also very soft: "Before his death, Emperor Yongshun left a blood letter on the wall."

He went to find Yuezheng and Xingyun after leaving the pass, but he never came to Fengyuan City.

Even he only learned how Emperor Yongshun died by reading historical records.

But in those seven days, far too many people died in China, and history was almost completely disrupted.

Therefore, even the last emperor of the Ning Dynasty only left a few words in the history books.

However, how could a few words easily describe Xiang Chen's feelings at this moment, and the shock they were experiencing?

Ying Zijing's gaze sharpened, and she asked softly, "What is the content of the blood letter?"

"I have no face to face my ancestors. I will sacrifice my life for my people. I will not let the Xiang family's pride be defeated. While I am alive, I will carry on the legacy of Emperor Zhaozong. The emperor will guard the nation's gate. Even when I am gone, I will not fail the legacy of Emperor Taizu. A monarch dies for his country." Ye Wanlan's voice was slow. After a pause, she said the last eight words, "May the sun and moon shine upon you forever."

What a fine example of an emperor guarding the nation's gates, a monarch dying for his country!

What a glorious sun and moon shine upon the land of China!

Yu Xiheng's expression changed abruptly.

Perhaps only those who are also emperors can truly empathize with each other.

“He…” Even Jun Muqian fell silent. After a long while, she said in a hoarse voice, “He’s still just a child.”

Perhaps because both Xiang Chen and her son Rong Chen's names contain the character "Chen," and because Xiang Chen is still very young, she was reluctant to watch what was about to happen.

The established history could not be changed; they could only watch as Xiang Chen committed suicide and his head fell to the ground.

Amidst the splattering blood, the surviving old ministers knelt on the ground, respectfully bidding farewell to the young emperor.

The wind howls, a long song is sung as if in mourning.

Xiang Chen's consciousness gradually returned, and he was somewhat dazed.

Isn't he already dead?

Where is this?
Could it be the eighteen levels of hell? Xiang Chen didn't know, but he had heard some folk tales that said people who commit suicide are the most sinful and will be cast into the animal realm after death.

Xiang Chen gave a wry smile: "I still can't do it."

The Ning Dynasty actually ended in his hands. Even if he died, how could he face the ancestors of the Xiang clan?

“No, Xiao Chen.” A voice rang out, gentle yet firm, “No one has ever said you’re not good enough.”

Xiang Chen was stunned again, his mouth agape.

This voice...

This name...

"Xiao Chen, you did a great job." Ye Wanlan gently hugged him and said again and again, "The founding emperor will be proud of you, your father will be proud of you, and your elder sister will be proud of you too."

Xiang Chen was only sixteen years old, and for the first ten years of his life, he had grown up carefree.

Six years is enough time for a pure and innocent child to grow into an emperor with the world in his heart.

As the eldest sister, Ye Wanlan naturally felt sorry for her.

Xiang Chen was completely stunned.

At this moment, he was in a soul state, without any sense of touch, yet he felt as if he were enveloped in sunlight, experiencing an unprecedented warmth.

He had never seen Ye Wanlan's face before.

But the only person he could call "Imperial Sister" was Princess Yongning.

Xiang Chen stared blankly at the girl, and finally managed to speak, his voice hoarse: "Royal...Royal Sister?"

He was indeed dead, and to his surprise, he met his elder sister, who had passed away six years earlier.

Does that mean he didn't go to hell and that he was a good emperor?

"Xiao Chen, the fall of the Ning Dynasty was never your fault." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly and said again, "You did a really good job, no one will blame you."

Upon hearing these words, Xiang Chen could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears: "Royal sister! No, if it were you, you would never do what I did. You would definitely have a better way."

Ye Wanlan raised her hand and patted his head again, saying gently, "Your elder sister is not a god, she can't do better than you."

Xiang Chen was stunned again. He awkwardly rubbed his eyes and asked, "Really?"

"When has my royal sister ever lied to you?" Ye Wanlan said. "You stay with Uncle Wang and the others for now, and I'll bring Yongle over."

Before Xiang Chen could speak, his vision was plunged into darkness once again.

When the light returned to normal, several large faces appeared in front of me.

Xiang Chen was nearly scared out of his wits: "Aunt? Uncle...and Brother?"

He must have died in the wrong way.

He closed his eyes.

Or maybe I should just die again.

"Snap out of it, kid." Xiang Qingtian pulled him up. "You're not in hell."

"Xiao Chen, what happened?" Xiang Mingyu asked anxiously. "What did you do?"

Xiang Chen pursed his lips and recounted what had happened earlier with some shame.

"Shh-"

Everyone was looking at him with respect, which made him feel a little overwhelmed.

The people standing before him were all renowned figures in both the martial arts world and the imperial court.

"Hahaha, good!" Xiang Qingtian suddenly burst into laughter, "As expected of my nephew, and as expected of your father's son!"

Xiang Mingyu choked: "Brother Wang, don't use such vulgar language in front of Xiao Chen. Be mindful of your image."

"My elder sister said she went to pick up Yongle." Xiang Chen suddenly realized, "But Yongle..."

Didn't he send someone to escort her away? (End of Chapter)