Peace Order

Chapter 1760 - 70: Toasts, Chess, Thirty Matches in Thirty Years

"They have already died for their country."

"The days that follow are at their discretion."

"As for that letter, it serves as a [voucher], signifying that even in death, they did not draw their weapons to destroy the Qilin Army. Only this way could the two of them truly settle there."

"Consider it as an old friend from my youth inviting them for a drink."

"Finally, let’s drink one more cup."

He tightened the reins and said flatly, "Even if I die, I cannot die like a prisoner. I must fight to the end. Chen Dingye may die disgracefully, but the Emperor of Chen Country cannot die disgracefully."

"To die by suicide, to die by hanging, that is not the death of a monarch."

"To resist to the last, to be slain by the chaotic army, that would be a dignified death."

"I shall not be slain by Li Guanyi as a prisoner."

"If a monarch were to die, it must be under the sword and blade of the downfall."

Yan Chen looked at him, and with one sentence laid bare his thoughts:

"Your Majesty seeks to give Prince Qin a rightful revenge."

"Then exhaust every strategy and tactic, seize the opportunity when Prince Qin is ahead to break away from behind."

Chen Dingye began to laugh.

Yan Chen said, "It is also giving yourself a chance to ’avenge’ yourself."

Chen Dingye was silent, then suddenly burst into laughter, yet did not answer.

After his laughter subsided, he looked sideways and said with a smile,

"Yan Chen, in the end, how Chen Dingye appears shall be left to you to record in the annals."

Yan Chen pursed his lips, quietly watching the emperor. The emperor rode the horse, the Ritual Eunuch leading the warhorse ahead, the emperor turning to converse with him, but Yan Chen was on the left, and Chen Dingye turned to the right to speak, as if he believed Yan Chen was now on the right.

All of Chen Dingye’s hair had turned completely white; his eyes had become like wood and stone.

He could barely see what lay ahead.

Using himself as a pawn, he lured the Turkic into a deadlock, personally ushering in the start of this war for the destruction of the plains, with the cost being that the Fei Poison of Chen Dingye had seeped into his muscles and internal organs; even without this chaotic era, he would die.

However, he should die amidst sword and weapons.

Yan Chen observed this tyrannical, detestable, cold, and harsh emperor, and recalled long ago, amidst a torrential downpour, a poor scholar setting up a stall to play chess outside the Imperial Academy of Chen Country, while his mother lay ill at home.

No one wanted to play chess with this impoverished young scholar.

He gazed at the rain, the rain obscuring the bustling State City of Jiangzhou, and also shrouding his future, like a mist.

The young prince who came to play chess.

Seemed very interested, continuously coming, and played thirty games in a row, placing down the pieces, smiling as he said:

"You are very talented, after thirty games, how about accompanying me for thirty years, sir?"

"Here, advance enough silver tael for your salary, sir."

"I am Chen Dingye."

The young prince held a bamboo umbrella, smiled and said:

"Graceful and confident, the great Chen of Great Chen, the pillar of the nation."

"The enterprise of conquest and domination."

"Chen Dingye."

The young one who would kneel throughout the night in the rain for an eunuch, who played chess and valued talent, helped a poor scholar save his mother, and also linked him to the girl he liked, merging in his mind with the tyrannical, suspicious, and irredeemable ruler before him.

No complex matter is more so than a person.

Yan Chen quietly rode his horse, following behind Chen Dingye.

Chen Dingye rode on horseback, blindfolded, sitting upright, gripping the reins, and waiting for his death.