The Three Kingdoms: The entire Cao Cao camp thought I was weak and frail.

Guo Jia stopped feeding the medicine.

Imperial seal? Dry well?

Looking at Xun Hao's pale face and those eyes that, even in his drowsy state, still shone with a clear and calculating light, he instantly understood something.

Even at this point, this person is still scheming against the world.

Guo Jia didn't ask a single question. He laid Xun Hao down, wrapped him in the softest fur, then lifted the carriage curtain and whispered a few instructions to an inconspicuous guard outside. The guard nodded, mounted his horse, and rode off like a black shadow towards Luoyang.

After doing all this, Guo Jia returned to the car and pulled Xun Hao back into his arms, using his own body heat to warm the cold body.

Inside Luoyang, the fire raged even more fiercely. After receiving the cryptic warning of a "dry well" from the messenger, Xun You was initially taken aback, but then he understood. He glanced at the heavy wooden box in his arms, then looked towards the distant imperial palace, and made his decision.

Without making a sound, he stuffed the wooden box into his wide robe sleeves, and bowed to Cao Ren, who was directing his soldiers to move the books: "General Cao, the smoke and fire here are too intense. I need to go upwind to take shelter for a while, and also to check the fire situation in the direction of the North Palace, so as to prevent the fire from spreading and cutting off our retreat."

Cao Ren was busy and overwhelmed. Hearing this, he assumed that the weak scholar couldn't withstand the smoke and didn't suspect anything. He waved his hand and said, "Please do as you please, sir. Be careful."

Having received permission, Xun You immediately left the crowd and turned into a dimly lit side alley. The two guards sent by Xiahou Dun to protect him were about to follow, but he raised his hand to stop them: "No need to follow. Too many people will only make things more complicated. I'll be back in a moment." Seeing his serious expression, the two guards also stopped.

Xun You walked alone through the ruins and flames. His memory was astonishing; even though the palace was unrecognizable, he could still clearly identify the direction of every street. He avoided the main roads and deliberately walked through the burned-out walls and ruins, and soon arrived at a corner of the palace's rear garden.

Here, far from the main hall, the fire had not yet completely engulfed the area. Following his memory, he found a long-abandoned dry well behind a rockery.

He looked around to make sure no one was nearby. He took out the golden nanmu box from his sleeve, and took one last look at the jade seal that represented the highest authority in the world. Without the slightest hesitation, he released his grip, letting the box fall into the dry well.

After doing all this, he felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt much more relaxed.

After straightening his robes and wiping the dust from his face, Xun You turned and retraced his steps. When he reappeared outside the stone chamber of the Imperial Library, his face once again bore the worried expression of a scholar exhausted from rescuing the ancient texts, as if he had never left.

The rescue operation was nearing its end. Most of the surviving scrolls had been successfully moved to a safe area. Just as Xun You was about to order a retreat, an unexpected event occurred.

A massive beam in the main pavilion of the Imperial Library, scorched by flames for hours, could no longer support its own weight and creaked painfully. It hurtled down with a whooshing sound and countless burning splinters, crashing straight down on the heads of several elderly scholars below who were carrying the last batch of scrolls!

Those old men, who had spent their lives with books, did not leave with the emperor even when Dong Zhuo moved the capital. At this moment, they only had the rare book they had rescued in their arms and were completely unaware of the danger above them.

"Watch out!" Xun You's eyes widened in horror.

The nearest soldiers tried to come to their aid, but it was too late.

No sooner said than done, Xiahou Dun, who had been silently protecting Xun You, suddenly used his own flesh and blood to smash into the scholars.

The old men were knocked off their feet by his impact, rolling to the side, but though disheveled, they avoided a fatal attack. Xiahou Dun, however, was delayed and could no longer dodge.

"Boom!"

A massive beam of fire crashed down, sending smoke and sparks soaring into the sky. Xiahou Dun only had time to protect his head and face with his arms before half of his body was pinned down by the falling firewood and bricks.

"Yuan Rang!" Cao Ren and his soldiers were shocked and rushed forward, frantically trying to remove the heavy objects pressing on him.

"Don't worry about me!" Xiahou Dun's voice came from beneath the smoke and dust, tinged with suppressed pain, yet still booming, "Save the gentlemen first! Take them away quickly!"

Xun You was deeply shaken by what he saw. He looked at the Cao army general who was willing to sacrifice himself to protect the scholars, and at the soldiers who rushed forward to rescue their comrades without hesitation. For the first time, a thought clearly surfaced in his mind.

This army was unlike any other army he had seen in the Suanzao camp.

When Xiahou Dun was pulled from the rubble, the left side of his body was almost completely burned beyond recognition, and his left leg was deformed from being crushed by a broken beam. The military doctors surrounded him, their faces grave, shaking their heads repeatedly.

When Xiahou Dun was rescued from the ruins, the left half of his body was almost completely burned beyond recognition, with charred flesh stuck to his tattered armor. His left leg was twisted at an odd angle, crushed and deformed by a broken beam.

Several military doctors surrounded the stretcher, their heads bowed, not daring to look at Cao Cao who had rushed over. The oldest doctor in the group stepped forward, his voice hoarse: "My lord, General Yuan Rang's leg... the bones are too badly broken, I'm afraid... it can't be saved."

Cao Cao looked at Xiahou Dun, who was lying on a stretcher, unconscious from excruciating pain. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single word. He squatted down, reached out, wanting to touch Xiahou Dun's blackened face, but then hesitated, afraid of hurting him. In the end, he only tightly grasped Xiahou Dun's still intact hand, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

"Yuan Rang, don't worry, I will heal you no matter what."

Inside the carriage, Xun Hao, through the faint connection of the [Last Plan], also "saw" this scene. A strong sense of guilt gripped his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

It was he who, in his attempt to salvage those scrolls, put Xiahou Dun in grave danger. This was the first time since he came to this era that his schemes had caused such a devastating price to be paid by those around him.

If he were given another chance, would he still do it?

Will do.

Xun Hao gave himself an answer. For those ancient books, for that precious flame of civilization he cherished, he would.

But he couldn't forgive himself for ruining the future of a loyal and brave general. All he could do was try to make amends.

He subconsciously wanted to activate the "Legacy Plan" again to find the legendary healer who could bring the dead back to life.

A sharp pain shot through his brow, and a hand suddenly pressed down on his forehead.

Guo Jia's voice, sterner than ever before, boomed in his ear: "Are you out of your mind?! What are you planning to do? Perform a divination?"