Chapter 150: Save Some (Part Two)

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When the Emperor said this, his tears were already flowing down his face.

“He and his friends from the martial arts circle battled the enemies, and more than half of them were either dead or severely injured. Only about 100 of them lived, yet they all marched over Wolf Breast Mountain Range and ventured into Mongo-Yuan. I don’t know how many people they killed, but I never saw this brother of mine again. He ditched everything he had for Great Sui and me.”

“It has been 11 years. I haven’t seen him for 11 years.”

The Emperor saw his tears landing on the desk and diluting the red ink.

“It has been 11 years. Did he guess that I’m about to wage a war against Mongo-Yuan? So he traveled west again to alleviate pressure and resistance for me? He knew my goal from the beginning; he knew that I want to plant the dragon flag of Great Sui on the west of Wolf Breast Mountain Range. When Father was severely ill, he asked us, the seven brothers, our goals. Big Brother said that he wants to stabilize Great Sui’s territory and make the empire last 10,000 years. Third Brother said that he wants to clean out all the rebels in the south and east.”

“I only said four words – move to the west. Seventh Brother said seven words – help Fourth Brother move to the west.”

“I know that Father passed the throne to me because I said this. Also, Seventh Brother never stopped moving because I said this.”

“He knows me the best; always…”

“However, for the West Expedition, I had to pretend that the incident about 11 years ago didn’t happen. Not only did I not give those heroes the credit they deserve, I even signed an agreement with Khagan Mong Ge of Monge-Yuan, turning the place where those heroes battle into a market. He didn’t come back for 11 years; is he mad at me for turning the land that they protected into a stinky market? Would those heroes who are resting underground curse me for allowing enemies into our land?”

This was the first time that the Emperor cried like this in the last 11 years.

“After 11 years, he traveled west again for me…”

Luo Weiran lowered his head and didn’t dare to look at the Emperor, and he didn’t dare to look at the Emperor’s tears. His heart was hurting since this man who traveled west twice in 11 years was related to him as well.

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There were many mountains in Capital Region Circuit. The north of Chang’an was surrounded by mountains. It looked like a giant half-moon protected the Capital.

Ordinary people didn’t understand Fengshui, but they heard people say that terrain around Chang’an was great and could protect Great Sui’s foundation for 10,000 years.

[TL Note: Fengshui is also known as Chinese geomancy, which claims to use energy forces to harmonize individuals with their surrounding environment.]

Ordinary people didn’t know why the terrain could protect Great Sui. They thought it was those fearless and hot-blooded soldiers on the border who were protecting Great Sui.

However, this didn’t stop them from having great moods. One more layer of protection was never a bad thing for them.

Half hugged by mountains; Chang’an wouldn’t fall. This phrase was passed around for more than 100 years. It was heard that it came from an unworldly master when the First Emperor chose this place to build the Capital.

Fang Henshui was living humbly since he entered this mountain range four days ago. He and the young monk lifted the old monk as they traveled, and it was tough work to climb mountains and tread through rivers.

He didn’t dare to show any unwillingness since he didn’t see any unwillingness on the young monk’s face. It felt like it was normal for the young monk to carrying the old monk.

The old monk sat on the sedan chair and rarely moved on his own.

Although Fang Henshui was exhausted in the last four days, he looked for food and water without the young monk telling him to. He was becoming more and more like a qualified servant, serving his two masters as best as he could.

Sitting on a clean green boulder, the old monk looked at Fang Henshui who was climbing higher up the mountain with difficulty to look for food, and he smiled and asked, “Can you tell that he is different from before?”

“I feel like he is becoming obedient due to fear.”

“Why is that?”

“Even though the people of Sui have devils and demons in their bodies, they are still afraid of death.”

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