CHAPTER 1076: CHAPTER 1026: REVIVING THE KING OF YAN

For Ye Wanlan, He Jia was the first important person in her life.

At that time, the capital of the Ning Dynasty was not in Fengyuan, but in a city adjacent to Yunjing, also located at the center of Shenzhou.

The old Emperor was incompetent, and the capital was breached by rebels.

In the chaos of wartime, her mother went into labor.

Using the last bit of strength, she gave birth to her, and then died.

At only five years old, He Jia had no time to mourn, carrying her still in swaddling clothes, left the capital.

Years later, when Ning Zhaozong quelled the rebellion, executed the traitors, and moved the capital to Fengyuan, only then could they return to the palace.

In the early years of Ye Wanlan’s life, she had only her brother by her side.

He Jia took his mother’s surname, inheriting the calm and gentle demeanor of the former Empress.

He was taciturn, not skilled in words, concealed his emotions within, keeping them buried deep.

What he did was always a hundredfold more than what he said.

As an elder brother akin to a father, He Jia accomplished this.

It would be no exaggeration to say, without He Jia, there would be no Princess Yongning later.

If He Jia hadn’t protected her, she wouldn’t have lived to the age where she could speak.

Ye Wanlan’s eyes were heavy and wet, as the wind blew, her vision was blurred.

"Sister..." Si Fqing reached out to wipe away her tears, "Don’t cry."

She could imagine Ye Wanlan’s feelings at this moment.

Just like hers in the past.

In their lives, there was always someone who was both teacher, friend, and family, loving them with life and soul.

"Mm, I won’t cry." Ye Wanlan blinked, "The past cannot be changed, so let us focus on the future."

Here to save you, Prince Brother.

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Within the Chaos Pearl, Xiang Qingtian was listening to the soldiers passionately discuss the true identity of the intruders this time.

Suddenly, another figure appeared before him.

The man was handsome, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, carrying the charm and maturity that time had bestowed.

His long black hair was tied high into a ponytail, wearing black armor, making his stature even more upright and tall.

The Xiang Family bloodline had always been exceptionally outstanding.

Although He Jia always presented a cold face and adopted an unapproachable attitude, it didn’t prevent countless women from being enamored with him.

"It’s King of Yan!"

"Your Highness Prince Yan!"

"Nephew, you’re here too, then you..." Xiang Qingtian was initially delighted, but abruptly stopped before finishing his sentence.

Little Yongning had previously mentioned that he indeed died, and she had protected his soul and placed it here.

So with He Jia also appearing, it indicated that He Jia had also died.

With He Jia’s death, the Northwest would surely fall.

Among the Four Directions Nobility, He Jia’s martial arts were the highest.

He was a masterful strategist, having defeated tens of thousands with just ten thousand men.

If even He Jia failed, who could stop the march of these intruders?

Xiang Qingtian chuckled bitterly, "Indeed, nephew, even you have perished, then... there’s no one left to stop them."

He Jia’s expression was somewhat dazed, but judging from his intelligence, it took only seconds for him to deduce the situation.

"Uncle Wang." He Jia slowly spoke, "It seems in this battle, we all died, and even if Shenzhou isn’t entirely destroyed, it’s on its last breath."

Xiang Qingtian’s body shook abruptly, his face turning pale.

"Because, only when we’re all dead, would Xiao Lan go to any lengths, finding myriad ways to save us." He Jia’s voice was light, "I forgot to tell Uncle Wang, after Xiao Lan went away, Father Emperor took out his heart’s blood and asked me to go to Penglai to call back Xiao Lan’s soul."

Xiang Qingtian’s pupils contracted: "What happened afterward?"

This matter, he indeed had no knowledge of.

"The elder of Penglai said, Xiao Lan’s soul was no longer in this world." He Jia continued, "But a person’s soul can’t disappear so quickly, so Xiao Lan went to another world."

"Is that the case?" Xiang Qingtian gasped, hastily inquiring, "But why did Little Yongning return?"

He Jia’s gaze softened a bit, "Because she never forgot her mission."

At the end, his words were tinged with poignant sadness.

Because at this moment, He Jia wasn’t thinking about himself, but about his sister, Xiang Lan.

These years, aside from protecting Shenzhou, it was waiting for Princess Yongning to return that sustained his faith.

Even though He Jia didn’t know when exactly she would return.

But he waited.

Waiting until he was old, waiting until he died, waiting until the seas changed into mulberry fields.

Yet, Xiang Lan appeared in this form at this time and preserved their souls.

Not just him, not just him and Xiang Qingtian.

But the hundreds of thousands, the millions of soldiers and civilians of Shenzhou.

To achieve this, how much did she sacrifice?

This must be a road filled with blood, slaughter, suffering, sadness.

As an elder brother, He Jia didn’t want his sister to walk such a path.

But Ye Wanlan walked it.

Since she walked this road, she must be burdened with a deep-seated hatred.

He Jia closed his eyes, his chest heaving heavily.

"Nephew, you said we all died, then..." Xiang Qingtian’s expression suddenly changed, "Does it mean Little Yongshun and Little Yongle also died?"

Even if their souls were preserved by Ye Wanlan, the pain they suffered wouldn’t disappear.

Xiang Qingtian could hardly imagine how Emperor Yongshun and Princess Yongle would die.

They’re just children!

He Jia’s lips tightened, his gaze deep: "That depends on whether they appear shortly."

"What a bunch of bastards!" Xiang Qingtian seethed with rage, "If I get out this time, I’ll tear that bunch of bastards to pieces!"

Anything can come at him, but don’t harm his nephews and nieces!

The Chaos Pearl isolated them from the outside, Xiang Qingtian and He Jia didn’t know what really happened.

The third and fourth people they waited for were King Qin Hua Yingyue and Carefree King Yan Shunhua.

Their arrivals were back to back, with only seconds separating them.

Xiang Qingtian perked up, "It’s good that you came first; we can sit down for a round of mahjong."

He Jia, "..."

Hua Yingyue, "..."

"It’s been ages since the four of us have met, and it’s in a situation like this." Yan Shunhua chuckled, "So, those of you who came first, why don’t you explain what exactly is going on?"

He remembered that he died.

Before dying, he was covered by something that caused rapid aging.

For the Carefree King, who valued his face above all, it was intolerable.

He Jia replied casually, "When everyone arrives, Xiao Lan should come as well, and we can explain together then."

"More people?" Hua Yingyue was completely baffled, "What people?"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

This time, another two people dropped down.