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Perhaps it was because the old emperor disliked wailing and tears, but the gathered princes and royal descendants waiting in the side hall remained dry-eyed.

Still, Xu Yanmiao could feel the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

An intangible mist seemed to envelop him. He blinked, eyes damp.

[You mustn’t cry.]

He told himself inwardly: [You mustn’t cry. The old… His Majesty doesn’t like tears.]

—Well now, finally willing to call him “His Majesty” in your heart. All that love wasn’t in vain, was it, kid?

Lying in bed, the old emperor couldn’t help but laugh. His chest shook, immediately followed by a bellows-like cough.

Outside the hall, Xu Yanmiao walked quickly, but Princess Xiangyang rushed faster.

“Yanmiao! Xu Yanmiao! I beg you, please save my father! Please!”

The princess couldn’t restrain herself. She sobbed like falling pear blossoms, clutching Xu Yanmiao, ignoring any concerns of propriety between men and women, begging him again and again.

Xu Yanmiao hurried to comfort his friend: “Gao Xiang, don’t panic. Don’t cry. Wasn’t the former Jin princess a descendant of a divine healer? Maybe she can still save His Majesty! Maybe… maybe things aren’t as bad as they seem.”

He still didn’t realize what he meant to others—that in their eyes, he was the reincarnation of Bai Ze.

He just thought Gao Xiang was grasping at straws in desperation. Because he always had clever ideas and had helped her out many times before, now that she was panicked, she turned to him in hope.

Princess Xiangyang looked up. Through misty eyes, she saw the anxiety and worry written all over Xu Yanmiao’s face.

She wiped her tears and solemnly said, “I’m sorry, Yanmiao. I was being selfish. Go inside—Father seems to have something to tell you.”

—She knew, if there really were a way, Xu Yanmiao would never turn his back on it.

Xu Yanmiao entered the inner hall and heard the old emperor clamoring, “I want braised intestines!”

He sounded full of vigor, like nothing was wrong at all.

Someone seemed to be speaking to him in a soft voice, but he bellowed louder, “I just want braised intestines! I said I want braised intestines—do you hear me?!”

Xu Yanmiao stood at the door and gave a loud cough.

The old emperor, Empress Dou, and the crown prince all turned to look at him.

Empress Dou stood up and said gently, “Xu Lang, come here. His Majesty has been waiting for you.”

To be honest, Xu Yanmiao couldn’t tell.

His Majesty had clearly only given him a passing glance before returning to his argument with the crown prince about braised intestines, while the crown prince stood there arms crossed, scolding with a stern face, “What’s there to eat! Look at your condition—what if you choke and roll your eyes just before death? Would that be a good look? Just needless suffering!”

The old emperor tried hard to turn his body away, presenting his back to the crown prince.

Crown Prince: “……”

Do people all turn into mischievous children before death?

There was no helping it. He coaxed him: “Father, we’ll talk about braised intestines later. Xu Lang is here—didn’t you have something you wanted to tell him?”

The old emperor let out a huff.

Under the crown prince’s gaze, Xu Yanmiao walked to the emperor’s side and opened his mouth, “…Your Majesty.”

His voice was so hoarse it was barely recognizable.

The old emperor turned to look at him. “You’re here?”

The candlelight lit up his gaunt face and sunken eye sockets—how could a person wither so fast? Just a couple days ago, he still looked like a robust old man who could walk on his own.

Xu Yanmiao’s nose tingled. “If Your Majesty has any instructions, I will bear them firmly in mind!”

The old emperor said, “Go.”

The crown prince’s eyes widened, and even Empress Dou paused in shock.

But Xu Yanmiao misunderstood.

The young man turned red with embarrassment and stammered, “Y-yes, I shall take my leave.”

The old emperor looked straight at him and repeated, “Go.”

Xu Yanmiao suddenly realized what he meant. His pupils trembled, and goosebumps erupted all over his body.

“Your Majesty, you—”

The old emperor said it a third time: “Go.”

In his eyes was a reflection of Xu Yanmiao—still a young man in his twenties, eyes wide with disbelief, fair and delicate, a simple soul.

He should have kept him.

Bai Ze’s presence was more of a blessing than a curse to Da Xia. He could help the dynasty patch its flaws. Though he acted lazy now, human hearts are made of flesh—over time, how could he resist using divine tools to help the nation improve?

The Jinyiwei had told him the crown prince threw the Dragon-Slaying Technique into the Yangtze River. It didn’t matter. As long as Xu Yanmiao remained, with time, the technique could be recreated, again and again.

For Da Xia, he should have kept Xu Yanmiao.

But…

The old emperor asked the crown prince to help him sit up, placing his hand on his bony knee.

But…

He looked at Xu Yanmiao and said calmly, “Go back to where you came from.”

Back to the heavens.

The mortal world was too filthy to hold the pure Bai Ze.

For the past four years, the Jinyiwei had intercepted many assassination attempts on Xu Yanmiao. Even after the divine artifact revealed that once Xu Yanmiao died, all secrets in the world would be exposed, people still came at him relentlessly.

—There would always be those who didn’t care what came after their death, who acted on impulse without regard for consequences.

Some people even thought like this: If I don’t kill him, my deeds will one day be uncovered. If I do kill him, and everyone’s secrets get exposed at once, I might not be the one to bear the blame.

The divine tool’s glow had never existed in peace; the waves had only been suppressed.

The old emperor believed he could protect Xu Yanmiao. He believed the crown prince could too. As for the imperial grandson—he was only half convinced. But if the young heir grew attached to Xu Yanmiao and matured into a wise sovereign, maybe he could protect him as well.

Provided Xu Yanmiao never revealed that he possessed both the Dragon-Slaying and Reverse Dragon-Slaying Techniques.

The Heavenly Unified Emperor could already foresee it: once he was gone, once the crown prince was gone, once all the current officials who cared for Xu Yanmiao were gone—countless people would want to kill him. Countless others would want to exploit him. Still more would profit from his inner thoughts, manipulate him, flatter him insincerely…

Back then, the emperor might not have protected him—because even the emperor feared the Dragon-Slaying Technique, and coveted the Reverse Dragon-Slaying Technique.

—Moreover, an elder being able to read a junior’s mind, and a junior being able to read an elder’s mind, were two very different things.

That wretched brat… either he’d return to the heavens, heart completely broken, or he’d see through the treachery of human nature and continue drifting in the mortal world. But either way, it would be too painful.

Xu Yanmiao stared blankly at the old emperor.

The old emperor, using the last of his strength, grasped Xu Yanmiao’s hand and gently pushed it outward.

Go back! Return to the heavens!

Go be the free and unrestrained Bai Ze, untouched by schemes or exploitation.

Go back!

The Crown Prince took Xu Yanmiao’s hand and led him out. When they reached the threshold, he softly nudged him forward, his eyes filled with sincerity: “Go back, Xu Lang.”

Though I dearly wish to have Bai Ze by my side, and though Da Xia truly needs you, only by returning to the heavens can you remain unharmed.

Those outside saw the Crown Prince bringing Xu Yanmiao to the threshold and were stunned, not understanding what was happening.

Former Prime Minister Dou’s eyes flashed with realization. He rose from his seat and bent slightly before Xu Yanmiao: “Young Xu, if you’re going to leave, let this old man see you off.”

He carried Xu Yanmiao on his back—his strength defying his age—and walked effortlessly.

After seven or eight steps, the Minister of Revenue stood in front of him and took Xu Yanmiao onto his own back.

“Xu Yanmiao, thank you.”

Thank you for bringing vitality to Da Xia.

One by one, the high officials stood up. Each of them carried Xu Yanmiao a distance on their backs.

“Thank you.”

“Xu Lang, thank you.”

“Thank you for coming to Da Xia.”

“Thank you for making Da Xia better and better.”

“Take care on your way—”

From the emperor’s sleeping quarters to the palace gates, sixteen hundred steps—Bai Ze never touched the ground.

You are a guest from the heavens—best not be tainted by worldly dust.

You came in purity, so leave in purity too.

A Jinyiwei galloped in, urgently bringing the lion-cat to Xu Yanmiao. Xu Yanmiao turned back to look at the familiar officials—his tears couldn’t be held back anymore.

He understood why they were letting him go!

The Heavenly Order Emperor was about to pass—they could no longer protect him.

And the old emperor… didn’t want him to witness his final moments, fearing it would bring him unbearable sorrow.

“Then… I’m going now…”

Holding the lion-cat, Xu Yanmiao pressed the button to return.

“Bzzt——”

“Bzzt——Bzzt——”

Suddenly, a sharp buzzing noise echoed in the minds of everyone who had ever been bound to a system.

Xu Yanmiao’s body went limp—his soul had already departed.

At the Gao He residence, Lian Hang heard the buzzing sound and was struck by a sudden realization. He rushed to the door: “Xu Lang——!”

Gripping the doorframe, tears streamed down his face.

But he didn’t try to stop him—

Lian Hang wiped his tears, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the sky: “Xu Lang, on this journey—may you shine across the world!”

In the Gao He residence, all the officials who could hear Xu Yanmiao’s inner thoughts stood up in unison, straightened their robes, their expressions solemn: “Xu Lang, on this journey—may you shine across the world!”

In the palace offices, even before news of the emperor’s death arrived, the officials—clutching their heads and hearing the buzzing in their ears—faced the windows, bowed with cupped hands: “Xu Lang, on this journey—may you shine across the world!”

Far across the sea—

On a ship, Ji Sui, who hadn’t heard a heart-voice in a long time, listened to the buzzing and suddenly had a terrible premonition.

He was silent for a moment, then bowed deeply to the sky with cupped hands.

“…Take care. I won’t see you off.”

On an island where he was teaching Confucianism to barbarians, Quan Yizhang’s eyes turned red.

“You brat… couldn’t even wait for me to come back before leaving.”

In the imperial palace—

The Crown Prince returned to the inner hall and saw that on the bed, the Heavenly Order Emperor had closed his eyes with a smile and passed away peacefully.

The Crown Prince knelt down, collapsed over his father’s body, and wept until his robe was soaked.

In the thirty-sixth year of Heavenly Order—the emperor passed.

Several months later, the Ministry of Rites proposed a new reign title for the new emperor—

Guangyao. (Radiance)

In the first year of Guangyao, the Taizong Emperor granted a general amnesty, opened special imperial exams, and ushered in a new chapter in the Da Xia Dynasty.

It’s complete now.

This chapter felt like it went by too fast, yet it was also incredibly emotional. I loved it—and I hated it—because it made me cry. Truly, what a send-off.

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