Chapter 722: Chapter 431: Epilogue [4]
"Mingyuan!"
"Qingyan!"
"Huaiqian!"
"Wenshao!"
"Ru..."
"Su Meng, you, you’re not dead either!"
...
At the Li Mansion, the Left and Right Prime Ministers looked at the relatives, disciples, and old friends who had sacrificed over the years, filled with shock. Apart from being able to call out their names, they couldn’t say anything else.
These were people they personally buried and took care of their aftermath, yet now, they stood alive right in front of them.
The Left Prime Minister looked at Li Xuanjing and asked, "Xuanjing, this..."
Li Nuo took the initiative to explain, "The All Saints once cooperated to create a ’Heavenly Book’, which has the effect of reviving the dead. These predecessors have sacrificed too much for Daxia to have what it has today, and they should witness the current prosperous times..."
However, he did not reveal the true nature of this world.
If everyone knew the truth, this world would completely collapse.
Li Nuo set new rules for this world.
If anyone reached the Saint Realm through cultivation, they would naturally know everything.
Looking at these familiar faces, Li Xuanjing let out a light breath, as if all the pressure from these years had been relieved, then said to Li Nuo, "Come with me to another place."
The Extreme North Land.
A thick layer of ice covered the vast earth.
A few large white bears were chasing seals on the ice.
Two figures tore through the void, appearing in the polar region out of nowhere.
Li Xuanjing slowly raised his hand, and the snow-covered earth revealed a huge crack. A palace made of ice gradually rose to the surface.
Their figures disappeared, and when they reappeared, they were already inside the Ice Palace.
The entire Ice Palace was empty, with only a figure lying on an ice bed in the center of the palace.
It was a woman, about twenty years old.
She was wearing a plain dress, her eyes closed, lying there peacefully.
At the moment he saw the woman, Li Xuanjing, who was always serious, finally revealed a trace of tenderness on his face and softly said, "Wan’er..."
As the words fell, the woman’s eyelashes, dusted with a bit of frost, fluttered slightly as her eyes slowly opened...
...
Chang’an.
Ningxin Garden.
Su Qing tightly held the hands of a woman and said excitedly, "Wan’er, it really is you!"
Lin Wan smiled at her and gently said, "Sister Qing, it’s been a long time."
Su Qing wiped her tears and said, "It’s so good to see you!"
"Mother."
"Grandmother!"
A group of daughters-in-law stood in front of Lin Wan, making her a bit dizzy, while another group of chattering children around her overwhelmed her.
Of course, what she didn’t expect more was that the foolish child she once worried about the most had now achieved so much, even surpassing his father.
She turned her head to look at the person beside her, holding his hand tightly, her eyes full of happiness.
...
Three days later.
In Ningxin Garden.
King Chun, carrying a fishing rod on his shoulder, walked in from outside and asked Li Nuo, "Li Nuo, where’s your father? I looked everywhere but couldn’t find him..."
After knowing this world was fake and that he was just a fictional character, King Chun showed no change from before. Unlike Dongfang Xuan, whose Dao heart collapsed, he continued to fish and cook soup daily, as usual.
Even if this world was fake, cooking soup remained his top priority every day.
Li Nuo smiled lightly and said, "He has gone wandering with my mother. He said he’s been too tired all these years, and now he just wants to spend quality time with her."
"What!"
King Chun was greatly shocked, the fishing rod in his hand fell heavily to the ground.
...
In March of the seventh year of Datong, spring was flourishing in Chang’an.
Outside the palace gates, a bright yellow imperial decree hovered in a place visible to all, announcing a revolutionary change for the thousand-year-old imperial capital.
Something significant happened in Chang’an.
Not just in Chang’an, but for the two billion people on the entire continent, it was a major event.
His Majesty announced his abdication, handing over all power to the cabinet, and then disappeared without a trace.
Although in recent years all national affairs had been decided by the cabinet, and His Majesty hadn’t been involved in any, he still officially had the title of Emperor in this unified Dynasty.
Now, the fifty-year-long title of Emperor had completely become history.
There was no longer any Emperor in the world.
In the presence of hundreds of officials, the splendid Dragon Robe turned to ashes in a great fire, and the Imperial Jade Seal also disintegrated into powder in his palm, signifying that the word "Emperor" had become just a wisp of smoke in the annals of history.
Just one day before His Majesty announced his abdication, Li Xuanjing, head of the cabinet prime ministers, formally resigned and disappeared.
Upon learning this news, although the cabinet and many officials at court were shocked, they also breathed a sigh of relief.
Throughout the court, no one did not respect Lord Li.
Without his endurance and heavy burden, there would be no present-day Daxia.
But, speaking honestly, with Lord Li in court, it was not easy...
They hoped more to live a lighter life.
After Li Xuanjing’s resignation, Zhou Yu, a thirty-year-old Scheeren of the Secretariat, became one of the nine cabinet prime ministers and the youngest prime minister in the court.
It is said that the Left and Right Prime Ministers are also about to resign, which will leave two more positions open among the cabinet prime ministers, with many qualified officials in the court already eager to compete for the position.
The cabinet, with ninety-nine officials, was led by nine cabinet prime ministers.
These nine people could decide the national policies and livelihood of the people on the continent. Although even as cabinet prime ministers, they couldn’t have all-encompassing power, and their yearly salary was less than that of a small merchant, almost every official longed to take that position.
Today, after the cabinet meeting had just ended, Wang Duo quickly chased after them from inside the hall and said, "Two Lords, please hold your step."
The Left and Right Prime Ministers stopped and turned back. The Left Prime Minister smiled and asked, "Lord Wang, what else is there?"
Also one of the cabinet prime ministers, Wang Duo looked at them and asked, "Won’t you two consider staying? The court still needs your guidance..."
Among the nine cabinet prime ministers, aside from Lord Li, the two with the highest prestige were the Left and Right Prime Ministers.
The simultaneous resignation of the three left him momentarily without a focal point and created some uncertainty about the future of Daxia.
With His Majesty abdicating and these pillars of the court leaving, his heart felt empty.
The Right Prime Minister waved his hand and said, "We two old guys have occupied the court long enough, and we should give the opportunity to the young people, or else there will be complaints..."
The Left Prime Minister also laughed and said, "The Right Prime Minister is right. Our thinking is too outdated, the court needs fresh blood. The future belongs to you and the young people..."
Wang Duo watched the two leave, lightly sighed.
Zhou Yu walked up slowly and said, "The two lords are truly noble..."
Amidst countless officials eyeing the cabinet prime minister positions, they showed no attachment to supreme power, which was truly admirable.
Wang Duo, showing a worried expression, said, "Lord Li is gone, His Majesty is gone, the two prime ministers are gone too... It’s been hard to get to this point, and I feel that things are starting to change..."
Zhou Yu, puzzled, asked, "What change?"
Wang Duo slowly said, "Some people, relying on being war heroes of the Wei Country, are engaging in rampant corruption; although the problem of famous families has been temporarily eliminated, as long as the bloodlines remain, they will eventually cultivate a large number of masters; martial artists throughout the land, under the name of contributing during the war, are beginning to meddle in secular affairs; the court repeatedly declares that officials should not engage in favoritism, but outside of Chang’an, some old habits remain unchangeable..."
He gazed into the distance, eyes deep: "A new struggle is about to begin..."
