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Meng Tian was also startled, but he knew that this was the iron fist necessary to maintain royal authority and deter villains!

He immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice resounding: "This humble general, Meng Tian, ​​obeys the king's command! Execute immediately!"

Ying Zheng no longer glanced at Wang Yi on the ground, as if he were just a pile of garbage about to be cleared away.

He turned to Meng Tian, ​​a hint of warmth finally appearing in his icy gaze:

"Meng Tian, ​​you were fearless in the face of danger, discerning between loyalty and treachery, and rendered meritorious service in protecting me. I hereby promote you to Lieutenant General and temporarily appoint you as the commander of the Pingyang Heavy Armored Army. Enforce military discipline and maintain strict vigilance! You will be further rewarded upon my return to the capital!"

"This humble general thanks Your Majesty for your great kindness! I will certainly do my utmost to protect the Great Qin!"

Meng Tian kowtowed excitedly, his voice booming.

He knew he had seized the opportunity to change his destiny!

Ying Zheng's gaze finally settled on Qin Chuan, and his imperial coldness instantly transformed into deep trust and gratitude:

"Brother Chuan, this time... you have once again saved my life. Moreover, you have recommended Meng Tian, ​​such a loyal and brave general! Your merit is immeasurable!"

Qin Chuan nodded slightly, his expression remaining calm: "It's my duty. I'm glad that Brother Zheng is alright."

He looked out at the deep night, "This place is not safe to stay any longer. Wang Yi has been executed, but there may be some of his followers who have escaped and might take desperate measures. We should leave Wusui as soon as possible and return to Xianyang."

"Good!" Ying Zheng nodded, a cold glint in his eyes. "Meng Tian, ​​you will lead the elite personal guards to escort us along the way! Break camp and set off immediately!"

"Your subordinate obeys!" Meng Tian replied solemnly and immediately rose to make arrangements.

The bloody night in the Wusui military camp ended with the downfall of Wang Yi and the rise of Meng Tian.

Ying Zheng's iron-fisted approach not only eliminated a fatal threat but also established his supreme authority in the army, laying the groundwork for his future rule.

Qin Chuan's figure, like the deepest night, quietly protected the young emperor as he embarked on his journey back to the center of power.

Under the escort of elite Qin soldiers, the carriage departed the treacherous Wusui military camp overnight and sped towards Xianyang.

Inside the carriage, Ying Zheng closed his eyes to rest, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knees. The fate of Wang Yi and his ruthless orders echoed in his mind, while he pondered Qin Chuan's unfathomable insight and schemes.

He knew that upon returning to Xianyang Palace, he would face a final showdown with Lü Buwei, and he would no longer be alone.

Chapter 35 Yan Fei's Heart Returns, Elders Gather

The deep night enveloped the majestic palace of Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng returned safely to his palace, where Meng Tian and Gai Nie had arranged for tight security and planned the subsequent purge of Lü Buwei.

Qin Chuan, like a shadow blending into the night, quietly returned to his residence in the palace.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating Yanfei's elegant profile as she stood by the window.

The moonlight outside the palace walls was hazy and veiled. Gazing at the deep night, her thoughts drifted far away—to the Korean capital city called Xinzheng.

These days, with Qin Chuan away from Xianyang, her worries have grown wildly like vines. Only by repeatedly recalling the messages that came from secret channels can she find some peace of mind.

Killing Ji Wuye, destroying the Nightfall... She wasn't surprised when she heard these things.

Ji Wuye, that fool who only knows how to scheme and enjoy himself, is not worthy of holding power in Han. It would be easy for Qin Chuan to take his life.

But when Bai Yifei's name also appeared on the list of those who had perished, a ripple still stirred in her heart.

Bai Yifei's strength is among the top in the seven kingdoms, and he also commands the most elite Snow Guards of Korea.

Even within the Yin-Yang School, few dared claim a guaranteed victory over him. Yet Qin Chuan so decisively and swiftly beheaded him at Snow Robe Fortress.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the carved patterns on the window frame.

He's always like this: seemingly calm and collected, but when he strikes, he's swift and decisive, never hesitant or indecisive.

Whether stirring up storms or clearing obstacles, they possess a decisiveness and courage that is hard for others to match.

Taking over the night... this move gave her a real shock.

What he wanted was not simple killing, but control of the situation. Nightfall, a cancer in South Korea, became a hidden blade in his hands.

The sheer depth of this scheme and the sheer force of its tactics reminded her of the unfathomable sea of ​​stars in his eyes when they first met.

He always creates miracles, taking control of everything in the most direct and terrifying way.

Thinking of this, a faint smile involuntarily appeared on her lips, and the worry in her eyes lessened. How could such a man be easily tripped up by difficulties? She should trust him.

But... the stronger someone is, the more people want to get close to them, to keep them firmly by their side, and to prevent them from going into danger again.

The evening breeze ruffled her hair and carried the sound of familiar footsteps.

She turned around abruptly, all her thoughts instantly forgotten, leaving only the light that suddenly shone in her eyes when she saw that person's figure—a light that could light up the entire night sky.

"You're back."

All her words, in the end, boiled down to this one sentence, carrying a gentle sense of relief that she herself was unaware of.

Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying an undisguised joy and a hint of subtle relaxation.

She strode forward and stopped a step away from Qin Chuan, her eyes, like autumn water, scrutinizing him carefully, as if to confirm that he was safe and sound.

Looking at the woman in front of him who was so concerned about him, Qin Chuan felt the icy chill left by Wu Sui's killing spree quietly dissipate, and the frost between his brows softened a bit.

He reached out his hand, but did not touch her. He simply brushed a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the night wind from her temple, a gesture that was natural yet full of tenderness.

I'm sorry to have worried you.

Yan Fei felt the coolness and care conveyed by his fingertips, and her cheeks flushed slightly, as if they were tinged with the glow of the sunset.

She lowered her head slightly, then raised it again, the worry resurfacing in her eyes:

"It's good that you're back safe and sound. But... Xianyang Palace may seem calm on the surface, but there are undercurrents beneath. The matter of Lü Buwei is not yet settled, and there may be more changes on the Yin Yang School side."

She paused, lowering her voice slightly, her tone grave:

"His Majesty the Eastern Emperor has been in seclusion for a long time, and there has been no news of him. Now, all the elders except for the Lesser Master of Fate have become impatient and have jointly sent me a message, intending to gather at the Luo Sheng Hall to jointly plead with His Majesty the Eastern Emperor to emerge from seclusion and take charge of the overall situation. I am worried..."

Yan Fei's delicate brows furrowed, and a deep worry flashed in her beautiful eyes:

“I always felt that His Excellency Donghuang’s ‘seclusion’ was not ordinary. There might be something fishy about it, and it might even… be related to you.”

Her keen intuition made her feel vaguely uneasy, especially when she thought of Qin Chuan's unfathomable strength and his subtle alienation from the Yin Yang School.

Qin Chuan quietly watched her, observing her worried expression.

The flickering candlelight inside the hall cast long, intertwined shadows of the two people.

After a moment of silence, Qin Chuan made a decision.

“No need to worry.” His voice was calm, yet it carried a power that cut through all the fog. “Donghuang Taiyi will never emerge from seclusion.”

Yan Fei was slightly taken aback, somewhat puzzled: "Why? Could it be that you..."

“Because,” Qin Chuan said clearly, looking directly into Yan Fei’s shocked and widening eyes, “he has already been killed by me.”

"Wh...what?!" Yan Fei was struck dumb, her delicate body trembled violently, and she almost lost her balance!

She stared at Qin Chuan in disbelief, her red lips slightly parted, but no sound came out.

That being, so powerful and unfathomable in her heart, who held the supreme secrets of the Yin-Yang School… had actually… had already died at the hands of this man before her?!

A tremendous shock crashed over her mind like a tsunami!

But this shock lasted only a few breaths before it was replaced by a more resolute emotion!

Yan Fei's eyes instantly became incredibly sharp, like a drawn sword!

She suddenly grabbed Qin Chuan's wrist with such force that it revealed the turmoil in her heart:

"Chuan! This matter must not be revealed! Once the five elders learn the truth, they will surely use all the power of the Yin-Yang School to fight against you! They are the most loyal henchmen of the Eastern Emperor, and they will never let this go!"

There was no lingering affection for Donghuang in her eyes, only extreme concern for Qin Chuan's safety and an almost obsessive protective instinct:

"The best course of action now is to strike first! Before they all gather at Luo Sheng Hall, I will join forces with you to kill Xu Fu, Shun, Nü Ying, Da Siming... and eliminate them all! We will prevent future troubles!"

Her tone was cold and firm. For Qin Chuan, she could betray the entire Yin Yang School without hesitation and transform into the coldest Asura!

Qin Chuan grasped her trembling hand in return, feeling the coldness and determination in her palm.

A warm feeling welled up inside him, along with a touch of complexity.

This is Yan Fei, who is willing to burn everything, including herself, for the sake of her love.

"There's no need for that." Qin Chuan's voice carried a calming power, yet also contained an air of absolute confidence. "Killing them would be as easy as turning one's hand. But it's neither necessary nor the best course of action."

Yan Fei said anxiously, "Then what should we do? They've asked the Eastern Emperor to come out of seclusion, and the truth will surely be revealed then!"

"The truth can be in our hands." A profound light flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes. "Although Donghuang Taiyi is dead, the position of 'Donghuang Taiyi' can be taken by someone else."

His words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Yanfei's heart in another direction!

"Change to someone else?" Yan Fei's beautiful eyes gleamed with surprise as she instantly understood Qin Chuan's intention!

To control the Yin-Yang School! Not to destroy it! This... this is far more ambitious and far more difficult than mere slaughter!

But if it were Qin Chuan… Looking into Qin Chuan’s calm yet boundless eyes, her unease was instantly replaced by immense trust and anticipation.

"I understand." Yan Fei took a deep breath, the killing intent in her eyes fading, replaced by a new, unwavering determination, burning with fervor. "Whatever you choose, I will be by your side. The Yin Yang School... will no longer be an obstacle to you, but an asset!"

At this moment, she completely tied her future and that of the Yin-Yang School to Qin Chuan.

Through this great secret and shared choice, their hearts were no longer separated, but completely merged, becoming one.

As Qin Chuan felt her unreserved trust and ardent affection, the frozen corner of his heart seemed to melt a little more.

He pulled her a little closer with a slight force, their breaths mingled, their eyes entwined, and the candlelight in the hall seemed to grow even warmer and brighter.

At this tender and intimate moment, a clear and ethereal voice, like flowing moonlight, came from outside the palace gates:

“Sister Dongjun, the time is approaching. The elders have gathered outside Luosheng Hall to respectfully invite His Majesty Donghuang to emerge from seclusion. I have come to invite Sister Dongjun to come with me.”

She wore a deep blue star-patterned robe, her face covered by a light veil, revealing only a pair of mysterious eyes that seemed to hold an endless starry sea.

She had quietly appeared outside the palace without anyone noticing, like a moonlit sprite, silent and still.

The enchanting atmosphere inside the hall was instantly shattered.

Yanfei quickly adjusted her demeanor, regaining Dongjun's composure and aloofness, though a blush had not yet completely faded from the roots of her ears.

She looked at Qin Chuan, their eyes met, and everything was understood without words.

Qin Chuan released his hand and nodded slightly to Yan Fei.

Yan Fei took a deep breath and said loudly, "Understood."