Peace Order

Chapter 1789 - 78: Fiery Heart, Insignia of the Red Emperor!

"Still endless."

"Still—Undying!!!"

"Undying!"

Grand Protector Yan looked at Ji Zichang with utmost sincerity, Ji Yanzhong also looked at him, the candlelight on the table suddenly flickered, casting shadows around, over Grand Protector Yan, and Ji Yanzhong, as if shrouded in a layer of shadow, the shadow descended like threads, merging with the world.

Ji Zichang turned his head, looking outside the hall doors.

As he stood high above and looked down, he saw the carriages and horses like dragons, lights like daylight, accentuating the night scene, yet there was a sense of dimness felt, in this dimness, those treacherous ministers, traitors.

The loyal ministers before him, the virtuous generals.

It seemed like there was a gold-red thread appearing on them, swaying in the fire, the thread spread upwards, ultimately hidden within the shadow, and the twisted Qi Fortune of the [Eight Hundred Years of the Red Emperor] dynasty held firmly in the claws.

In a trance.

Loyal ministers, virtuous generals, treacherous ministers, traitors, are no different, all like wearing that painted red and white grand opera masks, crouching in the front, before the Dragon Chair, in the ranks of the throne, flames flowing, shadows swaying, raising eyes to see, in silence, as if thousands of people are calling together.

The Red Emperor lineage, endless, indestructible, undying!

Even if deceased, still reviving from the fire!

The so-called loyal and virtuous.

One body two faces.

Actually, all attached to that twisted grand, filled with bloodlines and righteousness justification, within the eight hundred years world of the Red Emperor, and when you want to escape from this twisted shadow, both loyal ministers and treacherous ministers use that rope to restrain you.

Using years as chains, using bloodlines as ropes, tying hands, choking the throat, and then drags you back, back to the Golden Throne Hall, to the highest place, where the monarch sits high, under the royal robe, entangled with golden chains.

Not benevolence.

Not loyalty or treachery.

Originally just submission under class.

The ministers of the old era, whether loyal ministers or treacherous ministers, still cherish enjoying the decadent flesh dream above righteousness, what they maintain, is the interest of the entire class stance.

Want to betray this position, even the monarch himself, would be bound.

Ji Zichang suddenly understood.

He suddenly, truly understood everything...

The shadow enveloping his fate, what it really was.

It is not the noble families, not the treacherous ministers, not the rebellious party.

But the glory of the eight hundred years of the Red Emperor.

It is that splendid, glorious past and the world itself.

It is the light and splendor he enjoyed.

Ji Zichang’s lips trembled, realizing he too absolutely could not step out of this shadow, Grand Protector Yan knelt on the ground, holding the Imperial Decree with both hands, the gray-haired loyal minister, eminent minister, has lived under the shadow of eight hundred years of the Red Emperor since birth.

He sincerely, truly felt that it couldn’t be so to abdicate, sobbing and bowing.

Raised the Imperial Decree in hand.

"Please Your Majesty, retract the decree!"

Ji Zichang looked at Ji Yanzhong, this kind elder turned his head, dared not look at the monarch’s eyes, after a long time, truly faced the helpless and hopeless side of the world, witnessing the silent surge of Ji Zichang, said:

"Alright, bring the Imperial Decree, here..."

He took back the Imperial Decree he himself wrote.

At this moment, Ji Zichang, bound by good and evil loyal ministers, suddenly understood the compassion in Jiang Wanxiang’s eyes, and the weight of that sentence to let Your Majesty be relieved, he looked at the Imperial Decree, his own dream, his own desire, his own ideals.

Finally he exerted force with both arms.

Tore the Imperial Decree into pieces.

The emperor, just the rope of the [Eight Hundred Years Red Emperor] dynasty.

Under the shadow of the [Eight Hundred Years Red Emperor], seemingly countless indistinct faces watching Ji Zichang, seeing him tear the Imperial Decree, watching this generation’s Red Emperor, shredded the untouchable dream named [Ji Zichang] into fragments.

The jade axis of the Imperial Decree fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

That dream drifting away, like the promised snow of the Northern Domain.

The world and fate, truly cruel, Pharmacist.

It always drives people into hostile paths, on roads unable to walk together, unwilling to tread.

Thus the Red Emperor said: "Both beloved ministers speak truly."

The Red Emperor closed his eyes briefly, picked up the pen, wrote another Imperial Decree, this time, only a few large characters in one go, extremely simple, kneeling Grand Protector Yan, and the bowing Ji Yanzhong saw the Imperial Decree, which likely only had a few words.

The Red Emperor closed the Imperial Decree, took back the great seal of the Red Emperor.

"So, this seal will not be given to others."

"Uncle will give this Imperial Decree to him, it’s my words to him."

Thus the loyal minister delighted, and only then retreated.

Ji Yanzhong holding the Imperial Decree, lips moved, yet no words came out, he was a good person, gentle in character, wouldn’t affect the innocent, but he also grew up under the light of the Red Emperor since childhood.

Thoroughly said: "...Thus this matter, besides."

The Red Emperor paused, said: "Ning’er is young, just over two years old, no matter what, she should not stay here, be confined with me, let uncle take her away, send her to her adoptive father."

Ji Yanzhong felt guilty inside, without any hesitation agreed.

"That child is good, even if I have to risk my life, exhaust all my life force, will surely protect her safety!"

The Red Emperor nodded, said: "Thank you..."

"Ying Country’s Jiang Wanxiang, and the famous general Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, though uncle’s martial prowess is strong, wanting to leave Central State with the Imperial Decree and Ning’er in such encirclement, is not a simple matter."

"I, will think of a way, to help you buy time."