People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

The snow woman didn't react for a moment, "Who died?"

Ya Fei remained silent.

The snow woman, regaining her senses, found her mind blank.

Dead? How could he be dead? He was so smart, how could he die, how could he possibly die...

What happened after that, the Snow Woman had no idea.

When she woke up again, it was already night. She was lying in Ya Fei's room, her head throbbing uncontrollably, so painful that she could hardly speak.

Ya Fei sat by the bed the whole time, watching over Xue Nu.

Her once bright and moist eyes were now bloodshot.

When she realized that the snow woman had woken up, she silently met the snow woman's pained eyes.

The two women remained silent, yet it seemed they had said everything.

After a long silence, Ya Fei said softly, "We must keep this from Li Ji."

Overwhelmed with grief, the Snow Woman lost her former liveliness and asked stiffly, "Why?"

Ya Fei remained silent; she was also deeply saddened.

After a day of constant recollection, Cao Ze's voice and appearance remained vivid in her mind, allowing her to gradually see her truest thoughts deep within her heart.

She sighed deeply because Xue'er had been subconsciously avoiding the issue.

From now on, she no longer needs to agonize over whether or not to compete with her student and best friend for a man.

The person is already gone...

Consort Ya tried to use tactful language to explain the matter between Li Ji and Cao Ze.

The snow woman briefly shed her grief, then exclaimed in astonishment, "Liji... Liji is such an honest woman, how could she... could she possibly do such a thing..."

Ya Fei gave a helpless, bitter smile; she also found it rather strange.

To be honest, she was a little envious of Li Ji, who could act so decisively and without hesitation.

I don't know if I'm genuinely confused or just pretending.

"This child...is very likely Cao Ze's only child..."

When Xue Nu heard Ya Fei mention Cao Ze, she couldn't help but feel cold and tremble.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

She suddenly looked up and spoke to Ya Fei in a questioning tone.

"It was just an accident..."

If anyone else had dared to question her like that, she would have already taught them a lesson.

But when facing Xue'er, she felt no anger at all, but rather a greater sense of guilt.

If Xue'er knew that she had a crush on Cao Ze, she would be so ashamed she would die...

The snow woman shed tears, the teardrops falling in a steady stream, the bitterness in her heart making her feel almost suffocated.

Ya Fei remained silent, her eyes red-rimmed, struggling to hold back her tears.

She was used to being strong. She was Ya Fei, the master of Fei Xue Ge, and the teacher of Xue Nu and Li Ji. Everyone else could cry, but she couldn't.

"Sister Yafei, I'm so sorry..."

To Ling Yafei's surprise, the Snow Maiden apologized to her first.

But the next sentence almost made Ya Fei fly into a rage!

"you dare!"

The snow woman murmured repeatedly, "I want to go down and be with him..."

"no!"

"..."

"Oh Heaven, I wish to be with you forever, until the end of time. Unless the mountains crumble, the rivers run dry, winter thunder roars, summer snow falls, and heaven and earth unite, only then will I part from you."

The Snow Maiden showed no sadness at this moment, but rather a touch of reminiscence as she softly recited the poem that Cao Ze had once read to her.

Ya Fei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt a wave of sorrow.

She knew that Xue Nu was not good at poetry, so without a doubt, this poem was written by Cao Ze.

"Xue'er..."

Yafei couldn't help but hug Xue Nu.

The Snow Maiden seemed to be very fond of Ya Fei's embrace, murmuring in Ya Fei's arms, and then closed her eyes again.

It seems that only sleep, an escape from reality, can alleviate her sorrow...

The Zhao King's Palace, Chunqing Palace.

The Empress Dowager flew into a rage in the palace, smashing things incessantly.

Even so, the anger in her heart did not subside in the slightest.

Zhao Qian stood trembling to the side, afraid that his mother would smash that solid porcelain piece on his head.

Perhaps he was tired after the performance, and sat down on the table, panting heavily.

She caught a glimpse of a piece of cloth with writing on it on the table; it was a secret report sent to her by Guo Kai.

I was so angry that I tore it off with my hands.

She never imagined that Cao Ze would be killed by the Luo Wang organization.

At the same time, he couldn't help but feel angry at Cao Ze for not listening to Guo Kai's advice and insisting on going to Yaoshan alone to compete for military merit.

With her as his queen, how could he not rise to great heights in the future?!

Upon realizing this, the Empress felt some regret, wishing she had found a way to help Cao Ze obtain a title.

I shouldn't have listened to that scoundrel Guo Kai. In order to prevent Zhao Yan from finding out and to keep Cao Ze under control so that he could comfortably be his male favorite, he kept withholding official positions and titles.

Zhao Qian said tremblingly, "Mother, I have something else to attend to..."

The empress roared, "Kneel down! Observe mourning for your teacher!"

"what……"

Zhao Qian was completely bewildered.

"Ok?"

She looked on coldly afterward.

Zhao Qian immediately slid to his knees in front of the desk.

He couldn't help but feel resentful. Why didn't Cao Ze kill you, you wretched sheepdog!

After taking a deep breath, he couldn't help but feel sad for himself.

After having sex with Cao Ze, no man in Handan could stand looking at him anymore.

The Qin state, which was at war with the Zhao state, was the second to learn of Cao Ze's death.

That night, Lü Buwei laughed loudly in his study: "Good riddance! Good riddance!"

That troublesome kid is finally dead; at least he wasn't wrong about Yan Ri.

As expected of a royal prince, Ying Lao, a former general of Qin, is decisive and efficient in his work.

When Yan Ri returned, he was arranged to be given the alias Lao Ai and sent to Ganquan Palace to serve Zhao Ji.

Perfect! Absolutely perfect!

The Qin King's Palace, Zhangtai Palace.

"Cao Ze! My Cao Ze!"

Ying Zheng leaned on the desk, looking at the scroll of "Centralization of Power" on it, and cried out in anguish in his study.

Gai Nie also felt sorry that such a talented young man died young, but since ancient times, only the living can be called geniuses, while the dead can only be dead.

"Your Majesty, it's time to retire for the night."

Ying Zheng sighed deeply, the sorrow in his heart still lingering.

He ignored Gai Nie's urging and said, "Accompany me for a walk in the palace."

"……Yes."

……

The next day, the disciples of various schools and the common people in Handan City suddenly heard that Cao Ze had been assassinated by the Luo Wang organization.

After cursing Luo Wang, they began to erect a monument and burn paper money for Cao Ze.

This action, like dominoes, was quickly imitated by others.

Especially loyal readers of "Journey to the West" are the most enthusiastic.

Even more extreme, some people wore white headscarves and went out into the streets of Handan to wail in despair.

In an instant, the sounds of suona horns and trumpets rose and fell throughout Handan.

It seems they've arranged a funeral and are preparing for a banquet.

Those who didn't know the situation might have thought Zhao Yan was dead.

News of what happened in Handan quickly spread to other places.

Whether they had attended the lectures or not, read "Journey to the West" or not, and knew Cao Ze or not, everyone was spreading the same message: "Cao Ze is dead, did you know?"

Those who are not short of money, just to follow the trend, directly carved a monument on the road.

Some inscriptions describe Cao Ze's deeds, while others read "The Tomb of Cao Ze, erected by so-and-so"...

A wide variety of bizarre and unusual things have emerged.

Meanwhile, on the grasslands, Hu Ji, unaware of Cao Ze's death, gathered an army of nearly 200,000 from various tribes.

The thought that Cao Ze would soon kneel before her in repentance filled Hu Ji with excitement and high spirits.