The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 810 Shen Le: I'm innocent! No, Qin Wuyang is innocent!

cold.

It's extremely cold.

A chill that seeps deep into your bones.

Shen Le gripped the knife handle tightly, gritting his teeth to try and stop the violent clashing of his upper and lower teeth.

A chill spread from my fingers to my palms to my arms, freezing almost my entire upper body.

If it weren't for the fact that nothing seemed amiss, Shen Le would almost have thought that a thick layer of frost was creeping up his skin, trying to freeze him into an ice statue...

Use your internal energy!
Hurry up and circulate your internal energy!!!
He roared inwardly. The heat in his dantian was suppressed by the cold, and he couldn't muster it even after taking seven or eight deep breaths.

Forced into a corner, he bit his tongue hard, forcing out a little hot blood, which he then sprayed directly onto his arm.
Using this meager warmth, Frost was forced to retreat, finally managing to gather her inner energy. She channeled it three times through her meridians, pressing it against her right arm, where it began a fierce battle with the cold current at her shoulder:

A surge of heat and a chill clashed and struggled, like jagged teeth. Suddenly, silence fell, the surrounding chill vanished instantly, and the heat within surged forth, quickly reclaiming lost ground.
"call……"

Shen Le let out a long sigh of relief, finally feeling his right arm regain its warmth and begin to feel supple and flexible again. He slightly raised his eyes, quickly glancing around, and suddenly paused, startled:
This is where?

A mighty river flows past, its banks lined with swaying reeds that are occasionally lifted by the autumn wind. On the open ground by the river, a large expanse of finely woven reed mats is laid out, with tables and chairs in front of them, and leftover food still scattered about.

The scene before the banquet was somber and solemn, a blanket of white. Guests and attendants, regardless of status, were all dressed in white robes and white crowns, many with tear stains on their faces.

At the edge of the banquet, a musician was slowly putting away his bamboo ruler. Beside him, at the table, guests, their faces still wet with tears, clapped their hands and sang:
"The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return—"

Oh, this is... Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin?

So am I Jing Ke?

Shen Le jolted, gripping the dagger even tighter. Looking down, he noticed a slight difference between the dagger in his hand and the one he had personally repaired:
The black aura on the dagger, the line of deadly poison quenched on the blade, was not limited to the edge, but spread throughout the entire blade.
The silk cord on the handle is a little worn and slightly aged, but it feels more comfortable and pleasant to hold.

The guard on the hilt is so narrow it's almost nonexistent, giving the dagger an extremely streamlined shape. One can imagine that once this dagger is thrust in, it can definitely push all the way to the deepest point…

By the way, why am I holding this dagger? Am I really Jing Ke? Or maybe not…

A tearing pain deep within my head, all sorts of memories churning, seemingly vying to assert their presence.

The memory of the dagger came too suddenly and too violently; he didn't even have time to process it properly.

"clank!"

The second intense piece of music began. This time, Shen Le's hand trembled slightly as she felt an even stronger chill wash over her, so tragic and resolute that it made her breathless.

Shen Le quickly took a deep breath, strained his internal energy, and mobilized the heat in his dantian to fight against the cold. However, when the cold reached its extreme, extreme yang arose from the extreme yin, and in an instant, it ignited into a raging inferno—

Are you kidding me?!
Shen Le could only groan in pain as he tried his best to calm himself and circulate his internal energy to resist. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the guests in white robes and white crowns in front of him all had bloodshot eyes and were furious.

The next moment, a clattering sound passed in front of him, and a figure in black—one of the very few people in the room not dressed in white—swept past him, hands behind his back, forward:

"Wuyang, let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Le seemed to instantly regain control of his body and quickly followed. Only after climbing onto the carriage and settling into his seat did he realize what was happening:
Qin Wuyang?
Wait, isn't the person wielding the dagger Qin Wuyang?!
...Yes, yes. A disciple of the Ghost Valley's hidden lineage, someone specifically dispatched by Ghost Valley to assist Jing Ke in his assassination attempt on the King of Qin, it's quite normal for him to possess this dagger—

In fact, according to the records in the "Strategies of the Warring States: Strategies of Yan", Qin Wuyang was the original person who wielded the dagger.

He carried the map of Dukang and the dagger wrapped inside the map to the palace. Perhaps, completing this task also required his martial arts skills.
Give you a chance, you are useless!
If only someone had cooperated back then, perhaps Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin would have succeeded, and history would have been different!
Thinking of this, Shen Le felt a little excited. Anyway, this was the dagger's memory; anyway, killing the King of Qin here wouldn't change history, so let's go for it!

Go ahead and make a lot of fun!

I, Shen Le/Qin Wuyang, must seize this opportunity!

This Madam Xu's dagger is truly extraordinary. It's not just sharp, nor simply poisoned; Shen Le suspects that it possessed a lineage similar to that of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie during its forging.
From Yan to Qin, on the long journey, he held the dagger in his palm more than once, warming it with his own heat, and practiced it more than once in the dark, in a small room, behind everyone's back.

Each time, he had to expend a great deal of effort to resist the chill emanating from the dagger and to make it obediently tame it.

However, once tamed, its power is so great that it can penetrate wood like rotten wood, cut through stone like mud, and even easily pierce through double armor, silently and completely disappearing into the hilt!
"With this dagger, even if the King of Qin summons us in full armor, we will not be afraid and will definitely succeed in the assassination!"

Jing Ke said this to him. Shen Le nodded vigorously, his eyes full of expectation:

You must hold on when the time comes!
We must follow Jing Ke to the palace and stand before the King of Qin!
The journey was long and arduous, taking more than a day. Just as recorded in history, the King of Qin was delighted to receive the news of Yan's surrender, "and dressed in court robes, arranged for nine guests to be received, and met with the Yan envoy at Xianyang Palace."

Shen Le changed into the formal attire of an envoy's attendant and followed Jing Ke step by step up the long staircase into the famous palace.
From the moment she entered the palace walls, Shen Le's eyes couldn't take it all in.

This palace, or rather, this palace complex, was built north of the Wei River and south of the Jing River, rising up in a stepped manner along the natural terrain of the riverbank.

Although it is not as "winding corridors and soaring eaves, each embracing its own terrain and vying for prominence" as the Epang Palace, nor as majestic and grand as the Hanyuan Hall of the Tang Dynasty, it has a unique sense of profound solemnity.

With black as the main color and vermilion as the accent, the long, steep ramp rises layer by layer, seemingly reaching straight into the clouds.

why?
Why aren't my eyes rulers?!
I finally found the time to practice and learned how to quickly measure distances with my upright finger, including the length, width, and height of buildings and the length of plazas. But right now, I can't use my upright finger!

why! ! !
He could only desperately observe with his eyes and estimate with his heart. Sunlight fell on the roof tiles, the light gray tiles reflecting shimmering light, as if a thin layer of snow covered the roof;
The road beneath our feet is paved with extremely fine and hard bricks.

Although they couldn't compare to the "golden bricks" in the Forbidden City of later generations, the grayish-blue bricks decorated with various exquisite patterns still attracted Shen Le's attention, making him almost want to bend down and pry them open.
He could only look at these beautiful geometric hollow bricks through the glass in the museum, but now he can actually stand on them!
"Dagger Master, Dagger Boss, please be more powerful and bring me in a few more times!" "Wearing court robes and setting up nine ceremonial guards" is an extremely solemn ceremony. Along the long road, rows of armored soldiers with spears are arranged to guide them to the highest point of the palace, which is like a cloud.

Most people would have trembled with fear and been unable to take another step, but Shen Le only wished the road were longer, much longer, so that it would never end.

Hollow bricks with dragon patterns!
Hollow brick with the Water God Riding a Phoenix design!

Complete! Complete! Complete!!! Not the kind that was dug out of the ground in later generations and is now only a tiny fragment remaining!!!
Even the longest road has an end. Shen Le stretched out both hands, respectfully holding the long, rectangular box, his expression serious and composed, only his eyes darting around frantically as he moved forward step by step;
Upon reaching the top of the stairs and the end of the steps, they were stopped by the official who had guided them and made to stand respectfully on the ground.

A moment later, the music beside the hall changed again. Amidst the solemn and grand sounds of bells and drums, a long and majestic shout rang out from inside the hall:
"Your Majesty has arrived——"

King Ying Zheng of Qin has arrived!

Finally, we can see him! We can see the style of court dress of this era, the etiquette system of this era, and witness the most magnificent spectacle—

Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the King of Qin!
No, now, perhaps it will be Qin Wuyang assassinating the King of Qin, right?
Shen Le's heart pounded wildly, and he couldn't help but feel excited. Only now did he truly feel "I am in history," rather than a curious bystander.
Only when this thought arose did he feel as if the air around him had solidified, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The armored soldiers below the steps, holding their spears, bowed slightly in unison and paused with their long spears.

After that pause, Shen Le felt as if he were standing at the scene of a grand military parade, watching the formations march towards him and hearing the resounding beats of their marching footsteps across the long street—

No, this is no longer a time for mere observers; the extremely tense atmosphere is pressing down on us!
Shen Le felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart pounding as if it were being squeezed. Thump, thump, his heart raced wildly, as if crushed by an invisible boulder, each beat incredibly difficult—

This is not right!
What's this--

Shen Le strained to look up. Just that one lift of his head felt like all his strength had been drained; his neck bones cracked under the pressure.
At the entrance of the main hall, a figure dressed in a dark imperial robe slowly stepped out. The distance was still too great to see his face clearly, but his posture was upright and his steps steady, exuding the air of a king…

But Shen Le wasn't looking at those things. As the King of Qin walked out step by step, the invisible aura above the palace gradually reached its peak!
That overwhelming black and red aura, carrying the chilling sound of clashing metal, rose like smoke signals. Some of it was concentrated in the Xianyang Palace, while others seemed to converge from the entire territory of the Qin state—

They coalesced and churned, and finally, on the palace rooftop, above the figure in black robes, they transformed into an enormous black tiger!

Shen Le didn't know if the others, such as Jing Ke or the Qin officials present, could see the black tiger. He only knew that the black tiger had its eyes on him.

No, it wasn't staring; it simply looked down indifferently and condescendingly, its eyes, burning with golden flames, reflecting itself perfectly...

With just one glance, Shen Le's vision went black, and his ears rang as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer.

That black tiger, that black tiger that almost covered half the sky, just looking down at it, the national aura it carried made him tremble all over!
“Ka…Ka…Ka…”

What is that sound?
Is it my bones cracking?

Am I about to have my muscles, bones, and blood crushed by the fate of this nation?

Shen Le gritted his teeth, straining to sense his own body and desperately trying to mobilize his internal energy. The chill emanating from the Black Tiger's lowered gaze was far more intense and penetrating to the bone than that emanating from the banks of the Yi River—

The heat in his dantian was suppressed by the national fortune and went dormant, almost extinguished!
"Move! Move!"

Shen Le's limbs were ice cold. He remained in the position of holding the picture box, his whole body stiff as a stone sculpture.

He wanted to use his internal energy, he wanted to bite his tongue, but these actions were all in vain.

He desperately searched for a way out—anything, any power, anything to get him moving. He didn't want to become a laughingstock in history books.

As if sensing his thoughts, the dagger belonging to Madam Xu in the box suddenly emitted a chilling aura.

The sharp, needle-like chill seeped through the gaps in the box, precisely piercing his palm and stirring his entire body's meridians. As a result, the double chill, acting from both inside and out, made him even more resistant to the cold!

History... In history, Qin Wuyang was said to have "turned pale and trembled with fear," but is that the truth...?

I've been wronged!
No, Qin Wuyang is innocent!!!
Shen Le tried his best to circulate his internal energy, but he only felt his body getting colder and colder, and his face was also turning paler and paler.

Gradually, a wave of questioning and disdainful gazes swept over from the assembled officials in front of the palace.

What's going on with this guy?
What scared you?
It’s really unattainable…

They were probably thinking something like that... Shen Le no longer had the energy to react to the ministers' thoughts. He struggled so hard that he didn't even have time to glance at Jing Ke.

It felt like ten thousand years had passed, yet also like only a moment. Ahead, on a higher step, Jing Ke's voice remained calm and composed, even carrying a hint of amusement:
“These barbarian people from the north have never seen the Son of Heaven before, and are therefore terrified. We beseech Your Majesty to grant them some leniency and allow them to complete their mission before you.”

History books...the records in history books...so, what follows is...

"Rise and take the map that Wu Yang is holding!"

Her hand felt lighter as the box containing the map of Dukang was taken away and carried forward by Jing Ke. At that moment, Shen Le, powerless to do anything else, finally saw the flames engulfing Jing Ke:
That blazing flame was transparent, almost pure white—the flame of the Yan Kingdom's destiny!
The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the brave warrior departs, never to return. This is the story of Prince Dan of Yan and his guests.

When they parted ways at the Yi River, they placed their hopes on Jing Ke, and also placed a wisp of the fate of the Yan state on Jing Ke!

Map unfolds.

A cold light appeared.

(End of this chapter)