Wandering Sword Seller's Life in the Qin Dynasty

Recently, South Korea is in dire straits, and many people have proposed ways to save the country, one of which is—marriage alliance!

Han Yu has no daughters; South Korea only has one princess. It is self-evident who will be chosen for a marriage alliance.

"Han Yu, if it really comes to that, I'd rather die than let you have your way."

After smashing and looting, Honglian sat dejectedly on the ground, muttering to herself.

Just then, a calm voice reached her ears.

"Do you want revenge against Han Yu?"

Upon hearing the sound, Honglian abruptly turned her head and looked toward the source of the sound.

"Who goes there?!"

Her gaze suddenly turned sharp.

Xu Qing made no attempt to hide; with a flash, he appeared right in front of Hong Lian.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Xu Qing!"

"I could be considered Han Fei's friend, by all accounts."

Honglian was initially wary of the person speaking to her.

Although she hated Han Yu, she was no longer the naive girl she once was after all these years.

Especially her training with the Tianze Baiyue assassin group made her realize the wickedness of human nature.

There is never good without a cause, nor is there evil without a cause.

Therefore, she became wary when she heard Xu Qing's first words.

However, all of this dissipated somewhat in Xu Qing's subsequent words.

It was all because Xu Qing mentioned that familiar name.

"Brother Han Fei..."

Honglian murmured softly, then looked at Xu Qing, "Why should I believe you?"

"You don't need to believe me."

Xu Qing gave Honglian an answer that surprised her.

"The last time I met Han Fei was a long time ago, when he had just returned to South Korea..."

Xu Qing spoke calmly, recounting how he met Han Fei. Of course, he didn't hide his disagreement with Han Fei's ideas.

"Han Fei was an idealist. Although I do not agree with his ideas, we have traveled together and can be considered friends."

"Unfortunately, he died in the Qin state."

Honglian knew how the person in front of her knew Brother Han Fei, and her feelings became complicated. In a daze, Brother Han Fei's voice and appearance appeared in her mind again, and finally, she let out a sigh.

"Yes, he died in the Qin state."

"Died in a foreign land!"

"Han Fei originally did not need to die. King Ying Zheng of Qin valued his talent and could have been given important positions if he had been loyal to Qin. However, he did it for the sake of Han, knowing it was impossible, and was therefore accused by the King of Qin of colluding with Han envoys and selling Qin secrets."

"That's the real cause of his death."

"The irony is that he sacrificed his life for South Korea, yet as the king of South Korea, Han Yu had no desire to save the country."

"Don't be fooled by Han Yu's current appearance. He seems to care a lot about the safety of Han, summoning ministers to seek ways to save the country. But he doesn't care about the survival of Han. He's just afraid of becoming the ruler of a fallen kingdom, afraid of dying himself..."

Xu Qing spoke eloquently, recounting what Han Yu feared.

Honglian's eyes also subtly underwent some changes.

"Since he fears death, then I will make him face death!"

Honglian said firmly in her heart.

Thinking of this, Honglian suddenly looked at Xu Qing again. In her opinion, Xu Qing's sudden appearance in front of her and his mention of his past with Brother Han Fei must have a purpose.

"You want to help Brother Han Fei avenge himself?"

Her gaze was somewhat strange.

Logically speaking, it should be the younger sister who helps her brother avenge his death, not an outsider.

Xu Qing shook his head, his expression unchanged, "I have no intention of getting involved in other people's grudges."

“If Han Fei were alive and appeared before me on his own initiative, I wouldn’t mind helping him, but he’s already dead.”

When a person dies, all things vanish; after death, grudges and hatred naturally dissipate.

Although Xu Qing didn't say it directly, that was roughly the gist of it.

"The only reason I am in South Korea is because South Korea is doomed."

"Of course, after hearing about you by chance, I thought about it and decided to come and see you."

"After all, we traveled together in the past, and Han Fei mentioned you, his younger sister, quite often."

"As it turns out, you're in a very bad situation..."

Perhaps because he sensed Honglian's wariness towards him, Xu Qing became quite talkative at this moment, and he didn't mind explaining the reasons to Honglian.

“I wouldn’t mind offering you some help, or rather, an opportunity…”

Xu Qing paused here and did not continue.

Honglian also fell silent, and she began to think seriously.

Xu Qing told her a lot, and even mentioned some of Han Fei's brother's past, which made her particularly concerned.

Even so, it wasn't enough to make her lower all her guard and choose to trust the person in front of her.

However, she didn't think about it for too long.

Simply because the circumstances are different.

If the situation in South Korea is stable, and if she is in a peaceful environment, she naturally wouldn't consider these things.

But now, she herself is a prisoner.

After learning the truth, she no longer wanted to live. Even if it meant death, she wanted Han Yu to pay the price.

Having made up her mind, Honglian looked at Xu Qing in front of her and asked, "What kind of help can you offer me?"

"I can give you a sword!"

Xu Qing spoke calmly.

"A sword that killed Han Yu!"

……

Days pass like water flowing through your fingers, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

News of the Qin army arrived in Xinzheng every day like a death knell. First, Wancheng fell, then Yecheng was lost, and on this day, the news of Yangdi's fall exploded like thunder over the royal palace.

Yangdi was the former capital of the State of Han, where the tombs of the former kings of Han are buried. It is only a hundred miles away from Xinzheng.

Han Yu stood by the window of the Imperial Study, clutching the battle report in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The sycamore leaves outside the window had all fallen, and the bare branches stretched towards the sky like ghostly claws. The cold wind blew in sand and dust, which landed on his robes, making him feel a chill.

"Your Majesty, the people outside the city are fleeing, and the Imperial Guards are also..." The eunuch's voice trembled, but he was interrupted by Han Yu before he could finish speaking. "What's the panic! Pass on my order: seal the city gates. Anyone who dares to escape will be killed without exception!"

But he knew better than anyone that this was just self-deception.

Once Yangdi falls, the Qin army can reach Xinzheng within three days. Xinzheng is not a fortified city, and the Imperial Guards have been demoralized by the Qin army. How can they possibly withstand the Qin army's fierce and powerful forces?

As night fell, a fire suddenly broke out in Xinzheng City.

It started as a residential house in the south of the city, but it quickly spread to the entire street. The firelight illuminated half the sky, and the cries, screams, and sounds of collapsing houses were mixed together, like a tragic song of the end of the world.

Han Yu stood on the palace wall, looking at the chaotic scene below the city, and remained silent.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The city gates have been breached by the people, and many ministers have fled with their families!" The guards came running over, their faces filled with terror.

Han Yu staggered back a step and grabbed the palace wall behind him.

He suddenly felt very tired, so tired that he could barely stand.

He recalled the rumors circulating among the people that he had secretly moved the treasures from the royal treasury, intending to offer them to the Qin state in exchange for a way to survive.

He used to get angry and send people to investigate, but now he actually thinks the rumor is true.

Back in his study, Han Yu lit a candle, spread out a roll of white cloth, picked up a pen, and dripped ink onto the cloth, creating a black dot.

He wanted to write a letter of surrender and surrender to the Qin state. Even if he couldn't become king, he could at least keep his life and live as a wealthy man.

The pen tip glides across the cloth, "Your subject Han Yu is willing to offer Xinzheng..."

Just as I finished writing a few words, I heard a mocking voice coming from behind me.

"The state of Korea is not yet destroyed, yet you, the King of Korea, are already in a hurry to write a letter of surrender."

Han Yu turned around abruptly and saw a person sitting on the roof beam. The person was dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face and a mocking smile on his lips.

"Protect the Emperor! Someone, come here!" he shouted, his hand on the hilt of his sword, but after shouting for a long time, there was not a sound outside the hall.

"Stop shouting." Xu Qing remained seated on the roof beam, looking down at him. "Your guards have either escaped or been dealt with by my men. Now, only you, me, and... her remain in this vicinity!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the palace door was pushed open, and a pink figure walked in.

Honglian was dressed in palace attire, holding a sword in her hand, the blade of which looked extremely sharp.

"red lotus?"

Han Yu was somewhat surprised to see his younger sister, who should have been imprisoned.

Honglian didn't speak, but walked over step by step, the blade of her sword gleaming coldly in the candlelight.

She recalled her elder brother, the Crown Prince, before his death, and the words of advice Han Fei had given her when he left Korea: "Honglian, take good care of yourself from now on." Finally, she remembered Han Yu's cold and ruthless words: "You are a princess of Korea. What's a little sacrifice for Korea?"

“Yes, it is my duty to sacrifice for Korea.” Honglian murmured to herself. She suddenly stopped and looked at Han Yu, her eyes devoid of any warmth. “Then it is also your duty as the king of Korea to perish with Korea.”

"Han Yu, I'm here to send you on your way!"

Han Yu had been wondering how Honglian had escaped from the palace, but after hearing this, all his doubts vanished.

Instead, he quietly gripped the hilt of the sword hanging beside him.