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[The Central Palace.]

You return to this palace and see the magnificent silhouette of a woman in a crimson-gold gown atop the high platform.

Wei Zhi lowered his gaze.

It was as if I could see behind you the ever-thickening, surging darkness and nothingness.

[Rebellion, inversion, overthrow.]

[A rational sense of apprehension and resistance, coupled with an instinctive allure and excitement, left her conflicted.]

"I've conveyed your thoughts. Are you sure?"

[A subtle, restrained tremor was hidden in Wei Zhi's voice.]

You nodded slightly, your calm gaze resolute.

Wei Zhi's brows furrowed slightly.

"Defying fate is unacceptable in this world. You've reached your limit. How much longer can you sustain this if you continue?"

You chuckled lightly.

"Seize the day."

Wei Zhi admires your determination; you are willing to sacrifice yourself for the sake of all people.

But I can't resonate with it.

For her, staying alive was the top priority.

"Hmph! You'll regret this."

Wei Zhi snorted coldly, then reminded him, "The promised cooperation terms haven't been fulfilled yet."

She observed your condition and concluded that your journey around the world was quite remarkable.

[Perhaps in just a few years, they will be crushed by the overwhelming force of their defying destiny.]

Then any cooperation between them will only become empty talk.

You smiled and assured her, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I always keep my promises."

"What if we really can't hold on..."

"This body, defying fate, will be entirely entrusted to you, reversing the chaotic destiny that binds you."

Wei Zhi is a man of deep cunning and shrewdness.

I can hear the sincerity in your words.

[His eyes flickered, revealing a rare moment of emotion.]

You are a complex and contradictory figure that she cannot comprehend.

[Their vital energy and destiny are so impure and filthy that they are repulsive.]

Yet it radiates a noble light, dedicated to the survival of all people.

[This makes it impossible for her to clearly define you.]

[I even feel like I'm being manipulated and put in a passive, controlled position in your presence.]

"Let's go."

After a brief exchange, Wei Zhi walked down from the platform and led the way.

[Passing through the solemn and majestic palace path.]

Once again, you stand before the Taiyuan Hall.

Looking up at the ninety-nine long steps, it resembled a grand hall in the heavens.

Wei Zhi turned around in confusion, thinking you were under pressure from the emperor.

[Her cherry-red lips curled slightly, her tone teasing: "Scared?"]

You shook your head.

Her eyes held a depth of meaning she couldn't comprehend.

[Ascend the long steps.]

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them.

[Standing tall and imposing, clad in a simple white robe, his presence profound and unfathomable.]

The young man also noticed both of you.

[He bows respectfully.]

"Empress."

Then, his clear, spring-like gaze fell upon you.

"A great and wise teacher."

You didn't expect to run into an old acquaintance here.

This person is none other than Han Jing, the God of War of the Great Cang Army.

[In the last simulation, I participated in your and Brother Lü's planning.]

[Escorting you to see Brother Lü off on his final journey, single-handedly confronting the powerful members of the Great Cang royal family.]

[The person ultimately involved in the plot.]

[Including you.]

They all perished in the fierce battle for the imperial palace.

[And Han Jing.]

[Still maintaining a self-serving attitude.]

[Unfathomable is your most profound impression of it.]

Judging from his current demeanor, he resembles a refined and elegant young man.

[In reality, it harbors a terrifying killing intent.]

[You are no stranger to this kind of subtle, murderous intent.]

[Aunt Wen Fei and Wei Qi both possess this quality.]

[In essence, they all originate from the military genius.]

[Perhaps it stems from the power of life and death wielded by the military genius.]

[Aunt Wen Fei, through the erasure of cause and effect, obtained the mystery of murderous intent.]

Wei Qi awakens to his senses, his killing intent surging, gaining the sharpness of that killing intent.

Han Jing concealed his true intentions, yet his killing intent was immense, possessing an overwhelming power.

There is no inherent superiority or inferiority among them.

[Han Jing's battle record is indeed terrifying; with his overwhelming killing power, he swept away everything in his path.]

We are always victorious in battle.

[And it was a victory that completely overwhelmed the situation.]

[This illustrates that true masters of warfare achieve no great feats.]

"Does Han Shuai recognize me?"

Han Jing seemed slightly surprised by your familiar tone.

After all, his identity and deeds have always made him a lone figure in the capital.

[His power was too great, his military control too tight, and his killing intent terrifying.]

[It commands the awe and respect of the powerful and wealthy.]

Even those skilled in military strategy kept their distance from him and dared not form a close bond.

[Those who believe his killing spree is excessive.]

[A tragic fate was destined.]

"Didn't the great and wise teacher also recognize me?"

Han Jing responded with a gentle smile.

His refined and serene demeanor was completely incompatible with the name of the Great Cang Military God.

You said jokingly, "It seems we've known each other for a long time."

Han Jing's suspicion deepened.

Your keen intuition allowed him to perceive the truth behind your jokes.

You are not lying.

The experience of the last simulation, to put it another way, could be considered a spiritual connection.

Han Jing's gaze darted between you and Wei Zhi.

"Do the two of you wish to meet the Emperor?"

【"Um."】

Wei Zhi gave a curt reply.

That attitude clearly indicated, "You know what's going on, yet you keep talking? Get out of my way!"

Han Jing didn't seem to mind, and smiled faintly.

[He bowed to you: "Great and wise teacher, I will visit you again when I have time. I am very interested in the situation in the Western Regions of Yongzhou, as well as the tomb of the military genius."]

[Before you could answer, Wei Zhi interrupted you.]

"I'm afraid there's no chance. He's going to travel the world, and it's hard to say whether he'll even come back alive."

Han Jing looked at you with surprise.

[Based on his status and vision, he also mentioned the western regions of Yongzhou and the tomb of the military genius.]

[I have indeed learned about your experience.]

[Immediately analyze what you need to do and the meaning behind Wei Zhi's words.]

He bowed again.

[Though no words were spoken, their respectful demeanor conveyed their feelings.]

Wei Zhi won't give you any more chances to flirt.

[Walking up the steps.]

Han Jing stepped aside to make way.

You shrug, your gaze meeting Han Jing's, a smirk playing on your lips.

Han Jing was astonished by your boldness.

Then they nodded with knowing smiles.

"Hurry up and keep up!"

[Wei Zhi's impatient voice rang out.]

You chuckled, shook your head, and followed.

Han Jing stood on the long steps, gazing at your figure gradually disappearing into the wind and snow.

"Do you communicate on a spiritual level?"

He murmured softly, then chuckled softly.

"That's really interesting."

After speaking, he turned and descended the long steps.

[Once again, they stopped because of someone coming from the opposite direction.]

The person has not yet shown themselves.

It evokes a sense of towering grandeur, stretching across the heavens and earth.

The grand and imposing atmosphere creates a suffocating sense of oppression.

"How did he end up in the palace?"

Han Jing looked puzzled.

"The Taiyuan Palace is quite lively today."

Han Jing continued down the long steps.

The hidden killing intent, as deep as an abyss, has not yet been revealed.

[Yet it broke through the oppressive feeling of a city collapsing and crumbling.]

[A simple white robe flutters in the breeze.]

[Stepping into the snow-covered front courtyard.]

[And that figure walking out of the palace gates.]

[They brushed past each other.]

No communication was conducted.