The Three Kingdoms: Zhaolie, the strategist, and the rise of the Han Dynasty

Chapter 446: Adding ten tins, a feat that shook the ages; unprecedented and unparalleled.

The following day, at the break of dawn, bells and drums rang out in unison.

In the front hall of Weiyang Palace, civil and military officials filed in one after another in order.

The atmosphere was more solemn and dignified than yesterday's celebration banquet.

Today is the second round of awarding ceremonies.

It was mainly aimed at lower- and middle-ranking generals and officials who had made meritorious contributions in the campaign against Wei.

And some subsequent arrangements for special favors.

However, the one sitting on the throne was still the Crown Prince Liu Shan, who was in charge of the country.

Beside the throne, the seat that rightfully belonged to Emperor Liu Bei remained empty.

This silent void, like a dark cloud, loomed over the hearts of every minister.

Especially those old ministers who had followed Liu Bei for many years.

Liu Bei continued to claim illness and refuse to attend court, which in itself was a strong signal.

The ceremony of bestowing titles and honors was presided over by Liu Shan, and the process was orderly.

As the imperial edicts were read aloud, most of the recipients were young faces.

They were promoted either because of their military achievements or because of their outstanding performance in logistics, planning, and other areas.

Watching those energetic and spirited young officials kneel and thank Heaven for its grace.

Some of the older officials, who were ranked in the middle and lower ranks of the court, couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

Taichang Yangdao, a learned and cautious old minister, turned slightly to the side.

He whispered to Liu Yan, the Grand Master of Ceremonies beside him, his voice barely audible, yet filled with undisguised worry:
"Lord Liu, His Majesty is absent again, and His Highness the Crown Prince is vigorously promoting promising young talents..."

"The implications of this are quite intriguing."

"Could it be... that this is an indication to us old folks that we should be sensible and know when to back down?"

"Is it time to gracefully retire and make way for those who come after?"

Liu Yan, as a relative and veteran minister of Liu Bei, also looked solemn upon hearing this.

Unable to suppress a soft sigh, he replied:
“What Lord Yang said is exactly what I have been thinking about.”

"We are able to stand in the court largely thanks to His Majesty's trust and reliance."

"However, His Majesty is currently unwell."

"The Crown Prince is eager to strengthen his humerus and solidify his foundation."

"We are caught in the middle; if we advance, it will be difficult to gain the new emperor's full trust."

"To retreat is unacceptable, and I fear the decline of the family..."

"Alas, I am truly caught in a dilemma, feeling like I'm sitting on pins and needles."

Their concerns represent the general sentiment of a considerable number of veteran officials who have made significant contributions to the cause.

A sense of confusion and unease at the turn of the old and the new.

Just as these undercurrents were stirring, the old prime minister Li Yi stepped forward.

He made the request to Crown Prince Liu Shan with steady steps and a calm voice.

In accordance with the imperial court's system for selecting officials, he recommended his sons Li Ping, Li An, and Li Tai to serve in the court.

Upon hearing this, the once quiet hall instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's gaze, whether open or hidden.

All eyes were on Li Yi and the three slightly nervous but trying-to-remain calm young men behind him.

With Li Yi's advance planning and the Crown Prince's approval, the appointment was quickly issued.

The second son, Li Ping, joined the Imperial Guard under General Zhao Yun.

He served as a military commander, in charge of a unit of troops, and was familiar with military affairs.

The third son, Li An, moved into the residence of the Prefect of Jingzhao.

He served as the Assistant Prefect of the Capital, assisting in the administration of civil affairs and criminal justice in the imperial capital.

The youngest son, Li Tai, was assigned to the Arsenal Commander, who was in charge of the nation's arms manufacturing and storage.

As the arsenal manager, he had access to the empire's most core military equipment secrets.

None of these three positions are of high rank.

It seems like just an ordinary starting point for training.

However, those in the imperial court were all discerning.

With a little thought, one can perceive the deeper meaning.

Li Ping joined the Imperial Guard, Li An took charge of the civil administration in the capital region, and Li Tai controlled the deputy of the armory...

In addition, he was just promoted to General of the Cavalry yesterday, and has become the next generation leader of the Li family.

Even Li Zhi, the eldest son who was regarded as Li Yi's successor.

The Li family's influence extends far and wide.

It has been deeply and systematically embedded in the core aspects of Beijing's military defense, civil administration, and strategic resources!

Although some of them are not from the same faction as the Li family.

Or perhaps it was a long-established powerful figure who was wary of the Li family's growing power, such as Wang Jun.

He was quite dissatisfied with this arrangement and frowned to himself.

However, faced with Li Yi's soaring prestige and the Crown Prince's obvious support,

No one dared to stand up and raise any objections at this moment.

They could only suppress this unease and fear in their hearts.

They watched helplessly as the Li family gained control over the capital and even the entire imperial court.

It has become more solid and more pervasive in an unstoppable manner.

As the bestowal of honors upon the young nobles drew to a close, Crown Prince Liu Shan cleared his throat.

Their gaze turned to Zhuge Liang, who was at the head of the civil service.

The atmosphere inside the hall changed once again; everyone knew that the main event was about to begin.

"Prime Minister and Marquis of Langya, Zhuge Liang, step forward to receive your investiture!"

A eunuch's high-pitched voice rang out.

Zhuge Liang, holding a jade tablet, stepped forward steadily and bowed in salute.
"Your subject, Zhuge Liang, is here."

Clearly, simply increasing the amount of land allocated to Zhuge Liang's fiefdom is insufficient to demonstrate the extent of his achievements in conquering Wei.

After all, he was the commander-in-chief of the campaign against Wei, so he must be the number one contributor to the destruction of Wei.

Yesterday's first round of award ceremonies was simply an attempt to appease the meritorious officials.

The further rewards and honors bestowed upon Zhuge Liang were decided upon by the cabinet after deliberation and with Liu Bei's approval.

Liu Shan unfurled a significantly thicker edict, bearing a more solemn seal, and proclaimed in a loud voice:
"Prime Minister Zhuge Liang was appointed during a time of crisis."

"He commanded all military affairs related to the campaign against Wei, strategizing and winning battles from afar."

"Finally, Yizhou was recovered and the false Wei regime was wiped out."

"His merits benefit the nation and the people!"

"You have already been rewarded with a fiefdom, but your merits are so great that they cannot be rewarded with ordinary titles and honors."

"To recognize outstanding achievements and bestow honors."

"With the Emperor's instruction and after deliberation within the cabinet, the title of Prime Minister Zhuge Liang has been specially bestowed upon him..."

"The bestowal of the Nine Bestowments!"

"Add the Nine Bestowments!!"

These three words resounded like thunder in the hall!

The assembled officials all paled and secretly gasped in shock.

The Nine Bestowments were the highest honor a subject could receive.

Its symbolic meaning far exceeds the actual reward, and it can only be obtained by those who have made great contributions to establishing the dynasty and entrusted the young emperor with important responsibilities.

Currently, in the court, only Chancellor Li Yi enjoys this honor.

Now, Zhuge Liang is bestowed with nine more bestowals.

Thus, within a single dynasty, there were actually two ministers who received the "Nine Bestowments"!
This was unprecedented in the history of previous dynasties.

More importantly, in the hearts of the vast majority of court officials.

Li Yi was a founding father and a pillar of the nation.

His position was exceptional, and his achievements encompassed all aspects of military and political life.

This is far beyond what Zhuge Liang, despite his great achievements, could fully match, as he focused more on military matters.

Furthermore, Li Yi has many supporters in the court, and they certainly cannot accept this—

Let Zhuge Liang and Li Yi share the Nine Bestowments.

The Li family is their backer, and they are unwilling to allow any new talent to rise and shake the Li family's position.

Simultaneously,

Many veteran officials believed that this move was indeed somewhat presumptuous.

It could even disrupt the existing power balance and hierarchical order in the imperial court.

really,

Liu Shan's next words confirmed some of the people's guesses.

But it also brought even greater shock.

Liu Shan, as if he had anticipated everyone's reaction, calmly continued:

"Your concerns have long been understood by the Emperor and the Cabinet."

"Prime Minister Li is a pillar of the nation, whose achievements are unparalleled throughout the world. How can he be regarded as an equal to others?"

"Therefore, the Emperor has issued another decree: to commend Prime Minister Li's unparalleled achievements, a special decree is hereby issued—"

“On top of the nine bestowals, add another bestowal.”

"May Prime Minister Li be granted the honor of ten bestowed gifts!"

Ten tins!!
This time, the entire court was not merely surprised.

Instead, they were plunged into utter shock and bewilderment!
Since ancient times,

Even though Yi Yin and Huo Guang wielded immense power in the court, they were still only at the pinnacle of their positions.

When was there ever a saying about "ten bestowals"?
This completely exceeds the scope of the established systems and regulations of previous dynasties, and is a true "breakthrough".

This is an unprecedented honor!
It turns out that the Nine Bestowments bestowed upon Zhuge Liang were a ruse.

This was an opportunity to elevate Li Yi's status once again, making him truly superior to all other officials.

The old emperor and the crown prince's true intention was to surpass even the most famous powerful ministers in history!
The old emperor also had ample reason to bestow additional rewards.

That is, in order to commend Zhuge Liang for his great achievement in destroying Wei, he should be awarded the Nine Bestowments.

In order to prevent Zhuge Liang from surpassing Li Yi and to safeguard Li Yi's historical status in the Han Dynasty.

Even so, there were some more conservative ministers, such as the Grand Herald.

At this moment, he still couldn't help but step forward and tentatively report:

"Your Highness, the honor of receiving ten bestowals is unprecedented in history."

"It might not conform to the rules of etiquette, perhaps... we should reconsider?"

Liu Shan's expression remained unchanged; he simply repeated calmly:
"This is an imperial edict personally issued by the Emperor, and the Cabinet has also seconded it."

"Do you all intend to question the Emperor's decree?"

He invoked Liu Bei's banner, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable pressure.

Upon hearing this, the minister was speechless, and cold sweat poured down his back.

He quickly bowed and withdrew, not daring to say another word.

Those who still had doubts saw that the Crown Prince's attitude was so resolute.

Since it was the emperor's will, he had no choice but to suppress his many questions.

Li Yi, who was at the center of the storm, stepped forward at this moment.

He remained calm, showing neither elation nor humility.

He simply bowed deeply towards the empty throne and the Crown Prince, his voice steady:

"This old minister, Li Yi, kowtows to express his gratitude to Your Majesty for your divine grace and to His Highness the Crown Prince for your kind favor."

"Your Majesty, please accept the order and thank me."

His calm acceptance of the situation further highlights his superior status.

It was as if this unprecedented "ten bestowals" were nothing more than a matter of course for him.

This controversy surrounding the "Nine Bestowments" and "Ten Bestowments" ultimately ended with Li Yi's status rising again invisibly.

Zhuge Liang calmly accepted the Nine Bestowments.

He knew that this was both an honor and a clear indication that he was being placed under Li Yi's command.

He harbored no resentment.

Instead, they secretly admired the ingenuity of Liu Bei and Liu Shan's balancing act.

The final item of the rewards was the resettlement of the former Cao Wei clan.

The aim was to appease the people and stabilize the newly acquired territory.

Liu Shan summoned Cao Rui, the former King of Wei, to the palace.

Cao Rui was dressed in plain clothes, with his head bowed and eyes downcast.

He cautiously entered the hall, knelt on the ground, and said:
"Your subject Cao Rui pays his respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince. May Your Highness live a thousand years."

Liu Shan unfolded another edict and read it aloud:
"The traitor Liu Yong, the King of Wu, had previously appointed Cao Rui as General of the Cavalry without authorization."

"This is a false edict, and the court does not recognize it."

In fact, the imperial court had tacitly approved this honor.

At that time, Liu Yong still held considerable military power in Shu, and Cao Rui still had a group of vassals in Chengdu.

Therefore, in order to appease the Cao family, the imperial court acknowledged Liu Yong's bestowal of titles and honors.

But now Liu Yong has been exiled, and the Cao family has been completely taken over by the imperial court.

Of course, the imperial court could turn against them.

This is politics!
"However, our great Han Dynasty governs the world with benevolence and filial piety, and treats surrendered officials with leniency and kindness."

Liu Shan changed the subject and continued reading:

"Now that the Cao family has submitted, they are subjects of our great Han Dynasty."

"Cao Rui is hereby granted the title of Duke of Anle County, with a fief of one thousand households, and shall reside in Luoyang."

"I hope you will be law-abiding and enjoy peace."

The Han Dynasty had only four dukes at its founding:
Li Yi, Guan Yu, Chen Deng, and Zhang Fei.

Cao Rui was seemingly granted the title of Duke of Anle, but his treatment was only equivalent to that of a marquis.

They cannot be compared to the four founding dukes of the Han Dynasty.

The reason for bestowing titles of nobility was to win over the hearts of the people.

This also demonstrates the magnanimity of the imperial court and the benevolence of the Han dynasty.

After all, politics is a game of saving face.

At the same time, this edict.

This not only negated Liu Yong's illegal appointment but also distanced him from the case of the sedition.

They also granted Cao Rui a respectable title and a secure livelihood, demonstrating a combination of kindness and severity.

Most of the former officials of Wei were also retained in their original ranks or placed in appropriate positions as a gesture of appeasement.

Cao Rui and several former officials of Wei who came to the palace with him.

People like Cheng Yu's son, Cheng Wu, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly kowtowed to express their gratitude.

All rewards have been bestowed.

Liu Shan ordered another banquet to be held in a side hall, both to celebrate the newly promoted minister.

This was also to appease the old Cao family and demonstrate the grandeur of the Han Dynasty.

The atmosphere at the banquet was relatively relaxed.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, Liu Shan, as the host, delivered a brief speech.

Thanks to the concerted efforts of all the ministers, the Han Dynasty was finally restored to unity.

He also encouraged both new and old officials to work together to protect the country.

After several rounds of drinks, Liu Shan seemed to be in high spirits.

He raised his cup and approached the somewhat reserved Duke Anle, Cao Rui, at his table, smiling and seemingly casually asking:
"Lord Anle, have you settled in well since arriving in Luoyang?"

Do you often miss the scenery of your old home in Sichuan?

Upon hearing this, Cao Rui's heart tightened suddenly!
He immediately thought of historical examples of rulers who lost their kingdoms and were tested and ultimately killed.

He thought Liu Shan was giving him a warning, implying that he was restless.

He quickly rose from his seat, bowed respectfully, and replied:
"Your Highness, Luoyang is the imperial capital."

"It is prosperous and wealthy, with elegant and talented people, far surpassing the remote and desolate Shu region."

"I am here, dressed in fine clothes and eating delicacies, and treated with great favor."

"I feel completely at peace and have long since stopped missing Sichuan."

"I'm so happy here, I don't miss home at all!"

He deliberately emphasized the phrase "not thinking of Shu" in order to express his true feelings.

Unexpectedly, Liu Shan showed a hint of regret upon hearing this, and said:

"I see……"

"I was thinking that if Duke Anle still cherishes the scenery of Shu."

"I may petition the Emperor to allow you to return to your old home in Shu to live out your days, which would satisfy your longing for home."

"Since you are so happy in Luoyang that you don't want to go back to Shu, then stay here in peace."

"You can also come to the East Palace more often on ordinary days."

"I am also quite interested in the people and customs of Sichuan, and I would like to hear your detailed account."

Upon hearing this, Cao Rui was even more alarmed.

He became increasingly convinced that this was Liu Shan's sarcastic remark and a further test, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

He waved his hands repeatedly, his tone almost fearful:

"Your Highness's kindness moves me to tears!"

"However, I truly have no more attachment to the land of Shu!"

"Luoyang is my home, and I wish to reside here permanently."

"I will serve His Majesty and His Highness with unwavering loyalty!"

He wished he could swear to God to prove his innocence.

When Liu Shan saw him like this, he knew that he had misunderstood him deeply.

It wasn't convenient to explain further, so I could only smile.

He offered a few words of comfort, then turned and walked away.

at the same time,

On the other side of the banquet, Zhuge Liang held a cup of wine.

They arrived before Li Yi, who was sitting alone in a corner, sipping tea.

"Lord Yi," Zhuge Liang respectfully raised his cup, "I would like to offer you a toast."

"Congratulations to Duke Yi on receiving ten bestowed titles, a feat unprecedented in history."

Li Yi glanced at the swirling liquid in his glass, shook his head slightly, and spoke with a hint of elder-like concern:
"Kongming, you have always been particular about health preservation."

"Knowing that this substance is harmful to the body, it is best to drink it sparingly."

Zhuge Liang smiled and said:
"...Yi Gong's teachings are correct."

"But today, on this grand occasion, I am filled with joy."

"It's alright to make an exception and have an extra cup or two."

Despite saying that, he still only took a small sip as instructed.

At this moment, Jiang Wei arrived in a hurry and first bowed respectfully to Li Yi and Zhuge Liang.

Li Yi nodded slightly, and Jiang Wei then stepped forward.

He crouched down, leaned close to the two of them, and reported in a low voice:

"Prime Minister, Lord Zhuge."

"This humble general has ordered men to thoroughly search the entire Shu region and rigorously examine all records of travel to and from various passes..."

"However, Sima Zhao has not yet been found."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Liang immediately frowned:
"Still not found? The entire Sima family has been brought to justice, only this son escaped."

"His father, Sima Yi, and his brother, Sima Shi, were both sinister and treacherous individuals."

"If this child were to live, he would likely become a source of trouble in the end."

His words were more out of consideration for Li Yi.

After all, the mastermind behind the downfall of the Sima clan was Li Yi.

The two sides have a blood feud.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

There will be endless troubles!

However, Li Yi simply waved his hand lightly.

His expression was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter:

"Well, since we can't find it, there's no need to waste any more manpower and resources."

"The imperial behemoth has already sailed through the waves and is rolling forward."

"A mere stray dog, a fugitive."

"Even if there is some resentment, it is like an ant on a giant tree, or a worm on a dam; how can it shake the slightest thing?"

Let him be.

Zhuge Liang remained silent for a moment, knowing full well that Li Yi's confidence stemmed from his absolute strength.

However, he was more thorough in his thinking and believed that no hidden dangers should be left behind.

After Li Yi was surrounded by other officials who came to offer him a toast, Zhuge Liang quietly pulled Jiang Wei aside to a secluded place.

With a serious expression, he whispered instructions to Jiang Wei:
"Boyue, although the Prime Minister is magnanimous, there is no need to pursue his words any further."

"However, the remnants of the Sima family must be eliminated."

"You shall immediately issue a warrant for arrest in the name of the Prime Minister."

"Send word to all prefectures and counties, offering a reward for the capture of Sima Zhao!"

"Regardless of whether they are alive or dead, as long as their whereabouts are confirmed, the imperial court will offer a generous reward!"

Jiang Wei's expression hardened, and he asked:

"Sir, on what charge was the arrest warrant issued?"

Zhuge Liang, with his sharp eyes, resolutely said:
"The order was issued directly by the cabinet, without the need for a specific charge."

"Simply state that he is a wanted criminal by the imperial court and is involved in treasonous cases."

"I will take full responsibility for this matter."

His move demonstrates his determination to completely eliminate the potential threat posed by the Sima clan.

It also reflects the desire to protect Li Yi, who already enjoys the honor of "ten bestowals," from personally handling such "minor matters."

Sensing Zhuge Liang's resolve, Jiang Wei immediately bowed and accepted the order:

"Wei, understood! I'll get on it right away!"

Having said that, he turned and walked away quickly, his figure disappearing into the corridor outside the hall.

The festivities of the banquet continued, but beneath this facade of peace and prosperity...

The search and contest in the shadows have already quietly begun.

……

Although the land east of the Yellow River had already come under the control of the Han Dynasty.

However, it is located on the border.

The mountains rise and fall, and the roads are rugged.

It still retains some of the desolation and unease characteristic of chaotic times.

A group of about ten people, travel-worn and trudging along the winding mountain path.

The leader was wearing a tattered black cloak.

The brim of his hat was pulled down very low, obscuring most of his face.

He was none other than Sima Zhao, a wanted criminal on the imperial warrant for arrest.

At this moment, he was no longer the noble and aloof official he once was as a court attendant in the State of Wei.

His clothes were tattered, and his face was pale.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with an overwhelming sense of fear.

After days of fleeing, hiding by day and venturing out by night, they suffered from hunger and cold.

This had already exhausted the energy and spirit of this small team.

Sima Zhao felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and his chest was burning with pain.

Finally, unable to hold on any longer, he staggered and collapsed to the ground.

He was breathing heavily and couldn't even speak.

Hu Zun, the head of the household retainers, was once a general whom Sima Yi relied heavily on.

His face was covered in dust, and he hurriedly untied the water pouch from his waist.

He brought his voice hoarse to Sima Zhao's lips and advised:
"Young master, hold on a little longer!"

There should be a market not far ahead.

"Once we get there, we can rest for a while and replenish our food and water."

Sima Zhao forced down a few mouthfuls of murky, cold water, which slightly lessened the burning sensation in his throat.

He looked around and saw that the dozen or so servants accompanying him all looked tired and had unfocused eyes.

Sima Zhao felt a pang of sorrow.

Think of the Sima family, how illustrious they were in the past.

He held power in the State of Wei, and his protégés and former officials were spread throughout the two Sichuan regions.

Unexpectedly, the dynasty collapsed overnight, leaving them in such a wretched state.

He gritted his teeth, trying to force himself to get up.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle rang out from the woods beside the road.

Then,

Twenty or thirty men, armed with sticks and machetes, dressed in rags but with fierce expressions, jumped out and blocked the way.

“I opened this mountain and planted this tree!”

"If you want to live forever, leave money to buy your way!"

The leader, a burly man with a thick beard and a face full of scars, brandished a rusty ring-pommel sword and roared in a deep voice.

Hu Zun and the others' expressions changed, and they subconsciously gripped the short blades hidden in their bags.

With a slight movement, he attempted to form a defensive formation.

Although they were fugitives, they were once elite soldiers, and their inherent fighting spirit remained.

"Wait a minute!"

Sima Zhao suddenly spoke up to stop him, his voice hoarse from exhaustion.

Yet he spoke with an undeniable calmness, saying, "Hu Zun, get some gold ingots for them."

Hu Zun was taken aback, and said urgently:

"Young master! These petty thieves are nothing to speak of!"

"Although we are exhausted, dealing with them is not difficult, so why..."

Sima Zhao shook his head, his gaze sweeping over those fierce-looking men.

But the bandit, who also looked pale and sickly, whispered:

"A man's courage is a waste of his energy."

"Our most important task right now is to conserve our strength and conceal our whereabouts."

"Instead of getting entangled with these desperados."

"Money is just an external thing; there's no need to be stingy with it."

Upon hearing this, Hu Zun, though unwilling, knew that Sima Zhao's words made sense.

The Sima family had accumulated astonishing wealth over many years.

They did indeed take a considerable amount of gold, silver, and valuables with them when they fled.

He said no more and took out several golden ingots from his bag.

He stepped forward a few paces and tossed it to the bandit leader.

The bearded man took the gold ingot; it felt heavy in his hand.

It shimmered with an alluring luster in the sunlight, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

He weighed the gold ingot in his hand, marveling at it.
"Hey! What a fat sheep!"

"The Jingyuan Tongbao coin is currently in circulation in the Han Dynasty; copper coins are very useful."

"But this bright yellow gold is a hard currency everywhere, much more valuable than copper coins!"

He readily agreed, waving his hand dismissively.

"Brothers, make way for them!"

A skinny, clever bandit leaned forward and whispered:
"Brother, these people look down on their luck, but they can easily pull out gold."

"He must have even more good stuff on him! Perhaps..."

He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The bearded man glared at him and scolded:

"Foolish! We're all in this business, we have to follow the rules!"

"Plucking feathers from a passing goose, and letting a stream flow endlessly."

"If we see one, we'll rob them all, and we'll kill them all."

"If this news gets out, who will dare to take this road in the future?"

"How will we make a living?"

"Furthermore, haven't you noticed that there are more and more officials in the Han Dynasty now, and the inspections are becoming increasingly strict?"

"Those Black Wind Stronghold gang from a few days ago, weren't they wiped out by the prefect's troops because they robbed government grain and killed too many people?" "Their heads are still hanging at the city gate!"

"It's not worth making a big fuss over this little bit of gold! Let them go!"

These words,
This not only made the skinny bandit shrink back, but also gave Sima Zhao, who was about to leave, a huge shock.

He couldn't help but turn around and take a deep look at the bandit leader.

Even the bandits in this remote mountain area understand the concept of "sustainable development".

They respected the authority of the government and believed in "honor among thieves".

The Han Dynasty's control and governance of local areas was indeed far superior to that of the past when warlords carved up the land.

It has already reached a new level.

An invisible pressure weighed heavily on his heart.

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and casually asked the bandit leader:

"Hero, may I ask who the current governor of Hedong Commandery is?"

The bandit leader was in a good mood after getting the gold, and he was quite pleased with himself.

Pointing towards the distant, faintly visible city walls, he said:

"The current prefect is Lord Du Shu, a very capable official!"

"He is the son of the famous Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, Du Ji, the Marquis of Du Bo. He comes from a family with a strong academic background and is very good at governing the local area."

Sima Zhao made a mental note of it, then cupped his hands and said:
"...Thank you for telling me."

Then, they didn't linger.

Hu Zun and the others quickened their pace and headed towards the market.

however,
When they finally arrived at the city gate of Anyi County, the seat of Hedong Commandery, the scene before them made Sima Zhao feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

A large crowd of people had gathered in front of the notice board next to the city gate.

They pointed and commented on the several fishing warrants posted above, the ink still fresh.

On the document was a portrait, though somewhat rough, that bore a six or seven-tenths resemblance to him in terms of his features.

The sign next to it reads: "Apprehend the wanted criminal Sima Zhao."

And eye-catching large characters such as "Dead or alive, a thousand gold coins will be awarded"!
Sima Zhao felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his heart pounded wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.

He suddenly lowered his head, pulling the brim of his cloak even lower, almost completely obscuring his face.

At the same time, he tightly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, only revealing a pair of terrified eyes.

"Hu...Hu Zun..."

His voice trembled, almost as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Give the order that everyone... disperse and enter the city separately, and do not gather together."

"Each of them was looking for a place to stay, and the first thing they did was to gather information."

"Find out exactly how many traps the imperial court has laid!"

"promise!"

Hu Zun also saw the notice and knew the situation was critical, so he immediately whispered the order to pass it on.

More than ten servants nodded silently, and then mingled into the crowd in twos and threes.

Like a drop of water falling into the sea, it entered Anyi City silently.

Sima Zhao, accompanied only by his most astute retainer, found an inconspicuous teahouse deep in a back alley.

I chose a dark corner against the wall to sit down.

I ordered two bowls of the cheapest coarse tea and listened intently, trying to glean useful information from the casual conversations of the other tea drinkers.

The teahouse was bustling with noise; peddlers, laborers, and vendors were all talking about their livelihoods.

however,
This brief period of calm was quickly shattered.

Two constables dressed in their official robes and carrying iron rulers at their waists swaggered in.

He plopped down next to the central table, slammed his hand on the surface, and shouted in a gruff voice:
"Shopkeeper! Bring me tea! And quickly!"

The shopkeeper dared not delay and immediately went to prepare.

The two officers were clearly tired, and while waiting for tea, they chatted idly as if no one else was around.

The content of their conversation was none other than the notice announcing the arrest of Sima Zhao!

"Hey, Lao Wang, do you see that portrait at the city gate?"

"That lad from the Sima family is quite handsome, but I never expected him to be worth five thousand gold!"

"Enough for us brothers to live happily for many years to come!"

A younger officer smacked his lips and said.

The older officer, known as Old Wang, scoffed:
"Keep dreaming! Do you think it's so easy to catch such a wanted criminal?"

"I heard that the Prime Minister, Zhuge Liang, personally issued the order, and all checkpoints across the country are keeping a close watch on things!"

"But then again, what if we really run into them?"

"That's a tremendous achievement; a promotion and a fortune are just around the corner!"

Every word of their conversation reached Sima Zhao's ears.

He felt a chill run down his spine, his hand holding the rough ceramic bowl trembled slightly, and cold sweat soaked his inner shirt.

He lowered his head desperately, wishing he could shrink into the shadows of the wall.

Just then, the kind teahouse owner noticed that Sima Zhao and his companion were dressed in tattered clothes and looked haggard.

Thinking they were pedestrians in distress, he felt pity for them.

He then served a plate of homemade, inexpensive, coarse noodle snacks.

He placed it gently on their table and whispered:
"Sir, you've come a long way and must be tired."

"This is just a small snack, nothing special, just something to tide you over."

This was intended as a gesture of goodwill, but it unexpectedly attracted the attention of the two constables.

The young official noticed that the shopkeeper had served snacks to Sima Zhao's table first, but his own tea had not yet arrived.

He immediately felt he had lost face and flew into a rage.

He slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes rattle and clang.

"Shopkeeper! Are you blind?! Where's our tea?!"

The shopkeeper was startled and quickly smiled apologetically.
"Sir, please calm down! We're going to attack!"

"I'll brew the best tea for you two gentlemen right away!"

"There has to be a first-come, first-served order!"

The young officer persisted, abruptly standing up.

He glared fiercely at Sima Zhao's table.

"Why should these two, who arrived later, get their snacks first?"

"I can tell you're deliberately trying to be disrespectful!"

The older official narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Sima Zhao and his companion, whose faces were hidden in the shadows.

They slowly stood up and, together with their companions, formed an encirclement.

He spoke in a sinister tone:

"I say...you two look very unfamiliar, you don't seem to be locals from Hedong, do you?"

Where are you from?

Sima Zhao's heart tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm and lowered his voice to say:

"If I cover my face, how can the official tell that I'm a stranger?"

The young officer snorted coldly, but his ears were sharp:

"Hmph! Covering your face? I think you're hiding something!"

"Also, I overheard you whispering to this guy just now, and your accent had a Sichuan regional flavor!"

"There are quite a few wanted criminals escaping from Sichuan these days, you rascal..."

"Could it be the person in that portrait?"

Sima Zhao followed his father Sima Yi to Shu when he was young, and over the years, his accent did indeed have obvious characteristics of Shu.

This is a flaw he can't hide!

He inwardly cried out in alarm and was about to explain himself.

The retainer beside him quickly replied in fluent Hanoi accent:
"Your Honor, we are indeed from Hanoi and have come to Hedong to visit relatives."

“My young master has unfortunately contracted a terrible disease, and his face is covered in rashes.”

"To avoid startling others, they covered it up."

"My accent has changed as a result, and I hope you will do me a favor, sir."

"Did you get sick? Your accent has changed?"

The older officer clearly didn't believe it, and his expression of doubt deepened.

"Hmph, all talk and no action!"

"I'm going to see for myself what kind of terrible disease it is that's so shameful!"

After saying that, he reached out and tried to pull off the cloth covering Sima Zhao's face.

Sima Zhao instinctively raised his hand to block, his voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed shock and anger:
"Sir! You'd better not look!"

This act of blocking further enraged the officials.

"That's unreasonable!"

The young officer shouted:
"I insist on seeing! I want to see what you're up to!"

The other hand grabbed it as well.

Sima Zhao was both shocked and furious, and couldn't help but rebuke:
"Were all officials in the Han Dynasty this arrogant and domineering?!"

"Han Dynasty?"

The older officer astutely grasped the word, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the earth, all people are subjects of the Han!"

Why do you specifically mention the 'Han Dynasty'?

"Could it be... that you are not a citizen of my great Han Dynasty?!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense after these words were spoken!

Sima Zhao knew that he had spoken carelessly in his haste, revealing an even bigger flaw in his strategy.

Without thinking twice, he jumped up and tried to rush out.

"Trying to run? Take him down!"

Two officers rushed forward at the same time, with the younger officer grabbing Sima Zhao's arm tightly.

The fear of death, along with the humiliation and anger accumulated during the days of escape, erupted at this moment!
A ruthless glint flashed in Sima Zhao's eyes, and the short sword he had been tightly gripping in his sleeve was suddenly drawn.

A flash of cold light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

It pierced the young officer's throat with pinpoint accuracy!

"Uh……"

The young official stared wide-eyed at Sima Zhao in disbelief.

A strange hoarse sound came from his throat, blood gushed out, and his body went limp and collapsed.

"Murder...murder! The wanted criminal has committed murder!"

The older officer was stunned by this sudden turn of events and then let out a piercing scream.

He tumbled and crawled out of the teahouse, shouting as he ran.

Chaos erupted inside the teahouse, with screams and the clatter of tables and chairs filling the air.

"go!"

Sima Zhao roared at his retainer, and the two of them pushed through the chaotic crowd.

He burst out of the door and ran as fast as he could.

however,
They had just rushed out of the alley and onto a slightly wider street when they were stunned by the sight before them.

Suddenly, a large number of officials and soldiers appeared out of nowhere on the once peaceful street.

Their reaction speed far exceeded Sima Zhao's expectations!
The sound of gongs rose from all sides, and shouts rang out continuously.

An invisible net seemed to tighten instantly.

"Young master! Over here!"

The retainer pulled Sima Zhao, trying to squeeze into another, narrower alley.

But they hadn't run far when they discovered pursuers both in front and behind.

"The imperial court...when did the imperial court start supporting so many officials?!"

Sima Zhao watched the figures constantly gathering, his heart filled with despair and shock.

This was completely different from his memory of the bureaucratic system as inefficient and overstaffed.

The retainer, while desperately wielding his sword to fend off the approaching soldiers, hurriedly explained:

"Young master, you may not know this, but after Li Yi took control of the government, he greatly expanded the number of officials and created more positions."

"On the surface, it's about refining administrative procedures and improving efficiency."

"In reality, it was to strengthen the central government's control over local prefectures and counties, so that its decrees could reach the villages and towns directly!"

"We...we're afraid we won't be able to get away!"

Upon hearing this, Sima Zhao was filled with remorse.

He realized that his impulsive act of killing the official had caused a great disaster.

"I...I acted impulsively!"

He cried out in self-reproach.

As the pursuers grew larger, a resolute glint flashed in the retainer's eyes.

He suddenly shoved Sima Zhao into a dead corner filled with clutter, then turned around and brandished his short sword.

He charged at the pursuers like a mad tiger, shouting:

"Young master, run! I'll cover your retreat!"

"Remember, survive!"

"No!"

Sima Zhao's eyes were bloodshot, but he watched as his retainer's body was instantly pierced by several spears.

He knew this was not the time to hesitate.

He gritted his teeth, using the debris as cover.

They tumbled and crawled, like stray dogs, fleeing in a panic.

Behind him were the dying roars of his retainers and the shouts of his soldiers.

He ran for an unknown amount of time, navigating countless dirty alleyways.

His body was covered in mud and unidentified filth.

Ultimately, with his pursuers closing in, he had nowhere to run.

I caught a glimpse of a public outhouse on the street corner, emitting a foul stench.

Without thinking twice, he plunged inside.

They huddled in the dirtiest, darkest corners.

Holding my breath, I endured the bites of mosquitoes and flies, the filth soaking my body, suffering terribly.

Outside, the sounds of soldiers searching back and forth, along with their shouts and curses, made his heart stop every time he heard them.

That's how he is.

I hid in this most filthy place on earth for a whole night.

The next morning, the scale of the search seemed to have lessened somewhat.

Sima Zhao staggered out of the latrine as if he had crawled out of hell.

He reeked of foul odor and was dressed in rags.

His face and body were covered in dirt.

Passersby covered their noses and looked away, casting disdainful glances.

He was almost overwhelmed by a strong sense of humiliation.

Hunger and exhaustion gnawed at his internal organs like venomous snakes.

He groped around, trying to find something to eat.

I saw a vendor selling flatbread on the roadside.

He subconsciously reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of gold that he hadn't had time to give to Hu Zun before.

However, this bright yellow color was too conspicuous in the morning light.

He hadn't even had a chance to hand the gold to the vendor.

Several homeless beggars huddled in a corner, their eyes greedily fixed on passersby.

Like a hungry wolf that has smelled blood, it pounced!

"Gold! He has gold!"

"Grab it!"

Fists and kicks rained down on Sima Zhao.

He was already weak and frail; how could he possibly be a match for these desperate men who were blinded by rage for survival?

He was beaten so badly that he curled up on the ground, powerless to fight back, and could only desperately protect his head and face.

The refugees robbed him of all his gold and silver valuables, even tearing off his tattered cloak, before scattering in all directions.

Sima Zhao lay on the ground, writhing in excruciating pain, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

I don't even have the strength to move a finger.

He could only rely on his survival instinct to crawl, bit by bit, like the lowest of insects, toward the city gate.

Tears mixed with blood and mud gushed from his eyes.

Sima Zhao, for example, came from a prestigious family.

Having grown up in luxury, how could I have ever suffered such inhuman humiliation?

I don't know how long we climbed.

He finally managed to crawl out of Anyi City and collapsed in the weeds outside the moat.

He was barely breathing and his consciousness was fading.

Just when he thought he was about to die silently in this desolate wilderness, he suddenly heard rustling footsteps behind him.

A chill ran through him, and he closed his eyes in despair, believing that he was doomed to die.

"Young master! It's the young master!"

A familiar exclamation rang out.

Sima Zhao suddenly opened his eyes and saw Hu Zun with the remaining seven or eight servants.

They appeared before him as if divine soldiers had descended from the heavens.

They had clearly gone through many hardships, and each of them was injured.

But their eyes shone with the excitement of finding their pillar of support and the heartache of seeing his miserable state.

"Uncle Hu... Uncle Hu..."

Upon seeing his relatives, Sima Zhao could no longer contain himself and burst into tears.

The cries were hoarse and sorrowful, filled with the grievances and endless pain of surviving a catastrophe.

Hu Zun and the others were also deeply saddened, their eyes reddening.

They rushed forward and carefully helped Sima Zhao up.

She took out clean water to wipe his wounds, and then took out the dry rations she carried with her.

Several hard, flatbreads were handed to him.

Sima Zhao, like a starving ghost reincarnated, grabbed the flatbread and wolfed it down.

He barely had time to chew, choking so badly his eyes rolled back. Hu Zun quickly patted his back and gave him water.

After eating, my strength recovered slightly.

But the psychological trauma and physical pain are even more pronounced.

Sima Zhao walked alone to a stream not far away.

Staring blankly at his own disheveled, beggar-like reflection in the water, he was lost in thought.

From daytime to dusk, and then to a sky full of stars.

He remained motionless, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

The glory of the past, the hatred of the family.

The hardships of escape, the humiliation of today...

Various images intertwined and churned in his mind.

Hu Zun walked over with concern and said softly:

"Young master, it is late at night, and the dew is cold."

"You should rest early and take care of your health."

Sima Zhao suddenly reached out and grabbed Hu Zun's wrist tightly.

His fingers were icy cold, yet they possessed a strange power.

He raised his head, his eyes burning with a flame that made Hu Zun's heart tremble.

It was no longer fear and despair, but a kind of almost insane determination.

"Hu Zun,"

Sima Zhao's voice was hoarse from crying and exhaustion, yet every word was clear, carrying a deep-seated hatred.

"My Sima family was originally a prominent clan in Hanoi, with generations of high-ranking officials and a distinguished lineage!"

"It's all because of that old traitor Li Yi, who framed and schemed against me, causing my entire family to be executed and rivers of blood to flow!"

"This is a hatred that wipes out an entire family!!"

"As for me, Sima Zhao, I should have been an important minister of Wei, with a bright future ahead of me."

"It was also because Li Yi destroyed my homeland that I became a homeless dog, living in constant fear!"

"This is the hatred of a nation's destruction!!"

"This hatred is irreconcilable!"

"If I cannot repay this debt, I, Sima Zhao, will have lived in vain, and even after death I will have no face to meet my ancestors in the netherworld!"

Hu Zun looked at the terrifying light in Sima Zhao's eyes and sighed inwardly.

Knowing that the seeds of hatred had already taken root and sprouted in the child's heart, growing into a towering poisonous tree.

He could only offer words of comfort:

“Young master…you are still young, you have a long future ahead of you.”

"Perhaps...perhaps there's no chance..."

Sima Zhao gave a bitter laugh, the sound particularly desolate in the silent night:

"Hu Zun, there's no need for empty words to comfort me."

"How could I not know? That Li Yi now wields immense power in the court and is at the height of his influence."

"Just like the blazing sun in the sky, shining with boundless brilliance!"

"And I, Sima Zhao, am but a firefly, barely clinging to life, as faint as dust."

"How can a firefly compare to the blazing sun? What is there to talk about revenge?"

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming unusually calm, even chillingly so:

"Go and find me some charcoal, and make sure it burns as brightly as possible."

"Then he extinguished the flames and took the bright red, burning core part from me."

Hu Zun was taken aback, not understanding:
“What use does the young master have for charcoal? If he needs warmth, we can light a bonfire…”

"Don't ask any more questions, hurry up and prepare!"

Sima Zhao interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Despite his doubts, Hu Zun still found a piece of red-hot charcoal as instructed.

He carefully handed it to Sima Zhao, holding it between two branches.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Sima Zhao suddenly opened his mouth.

He grabbed the still-smoking, scorching charcoal and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation!
"laugh--"

A tooth-searing burning sound rang out, accompanied by the horrible smell of burning flesh.

Sima Zhao let out a suppressed, beast-like wail of pain.

His entire face instantly contorted and deformed, his eyeballs bulged out, and his body convulsed violently.

Suddenly everything went black, and he fell straight backward, unconscious.

"Son!"

"Master!!"

Hu Zun and the others were terrified and rushed forward.

They frantically tried to save him, prying open his mouth, pouring in water, and patting his cheeks.

After a long while, Sima Zhao finally woke up.

But when he opened his mouth, all he could make was a hoarse, hissing sound like a broken bellows.

He could no longer utter a single clear word!

His voice had been completely destroyed by the scorching coals!
Hu Zun was in tears, beating his chest and stamping his feet:
"Young master! Why are you doing this to yourself!"

"Even if revenge is hopeless, one shouldn't take one's own life so easily!"

Sima Zhao struggled to sit up, though his face was contorted with pain.

His throat felt like it was being cut by a knife and burning, but his eyes shone frighteningly bright in the night. He
He grinned, as if he wanted to laugh.

But it could only emit an even more unpleasant, hoarse "hoarse" sound, which seemed extremely eerie.

He waved his hand forcefully, indicating that he was not seeking death.

He picked up a twig and painstakingly drew lines on the muddy ground:

"Not for the sake of suicide, but for the sake of survival and revenge."

Hu Zun looked at the words on the ground, then at Sima Zhao's resolute gaze.

Suddenly realizing what was happening, he exclaimed in surprise:

"Young master! You...you want to..."

"Disfigured himself and swallowed charcoal, altered his appearance and voice to evade capture?!"

Sima Zhao nodded heavily, his eyes filled with unwavering madness and determination.

He wrote again with a twig:

"The Han dynasty valued appearance; to ruin it was to end one's career in government."

"However, nothing is more important than survival right now."

"This grudge must be avenged! Let's do it quickly!"

Hu Zun looked at the crooked yet powerful handwriting on the ground.

Then look at Sima Zhao's lips and chin, which are scorched and blistered by the charcoal fire.

I know he has made a decision that cannot be reversed.

He knew very well that in the Han Dynasty, which placed great importance on appearance and even linked it to virtue and talent, this was a difficult situation.

Once disfigured, it's tantamount to cutting off one's career in government.

They are cut off from normal social circles.

They will live forever in the shadows.

What a desperate and resolute determination this is!

"Young master... have you... thought this through?"

"Once... there's no going back!"

Hu Zun's voice trembled as he made the final confirmation.

Sima Zhao closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He suddenly opened his eyes and nodded heavily with all his might.

Then he stuffed a short dagger that he always carried with him for self-defense into Hu Zun's hand and pointed to his own face.

Hu Zun took the dagger, his hands trembling violently.

He looked at Sima Zhao's young yet weathered face, now etched with determination.

Remembering the kindness of the Sima family in the past, and now the deep-seated hatred between them.

Finally steeling his resolve, he roared at the servants around him, who also looked reluctant, "Hold the young master down!"

Several strong servants stepped forward with tears in their eyes and held Sima Zhao down firmly.

Hu Zun raised the dagger, watching the sharp blade gleam coldly in the moonlight.

She glanced again at Sima Zhao's calmly closed, yet slightly trembling eyelids.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he resolutely swung the pen...

The piercing, inhuman screams were suppressed into intermittent sobs by the destroyed throat.

The echoes reverberated along the silent riverbank, sending chills down one's spine.

Fresh blood gushed down Sima Zhao's cheeks.

It stained his tattered clothes red, and it also stained the ground beneath him red.

After an unknown amount of time, the torture ended.

Hu Zun and the others released their grip as if they were completely exhausted.

Looking at the man on the ground, his face was crisscrossed with scars, his flesh torn up, and covered in blood; he was completely unrecognizable.

Those who could only be identified by their physical appearance were all in tears.

My heart was filled with sorrow and an indescribable fear.

Sima Zhao was breathing heavily, each breath carrying the smell of blood and intense pain.

He raised his hand, trembling, and touched his face, which was now completely ruined and looked like a monster.

The uneven texture and the slippery, sticky feel coming from my fingertips.

This filled him with a profound sense of sorrow.

But it was soon replaced by an even stronger hatred.

He struggled, his voice hoarse and almost indistinguishable.

Facing the direction of Luoyang, facing that enemy who is both unreachable and omnipresent.

He uttered the most vicious and unwavering curse of his life:
“Li…Yi…old…thief…ha…ha…you…just…wait…and see…”

(End of this chapter)