An Ancient Grudge: From the Start, I Ask Heaven for Another Five Hundred Years

The Prince of Yanping's residence.

"I have no face to meet the late emperor in the underworld!"

"I won't accept this! I won't accept this! I can't accept it!"

"I wish I could live another five hundred years..."

The Prince of Yanping lies on his bed, roaring in frustration as if begging Heaven to spare his life.

At that moment, Wang Ping suddenly appears. "I can't give you five hundred years, but would you take three months?"

"I'll take them."

"May I ask, Your Highness, what would you do with three months of borrowed life?"

"I would ride my horse into the imperial capital and cut down the barbarians with my sword. With my blood and passion, I would show the world that the blood of the Yan and Huang emperors has not gone cold."

Southern Song, a thatched hut.

An elderly white-haired man lies on his sickbed, crying out through his tears: "When the royal army reclaims the Central Plains, don't forget to tell your father at the family sacrifice. Kill the enemy! Kill them!"

Wang Ping opens the door and, looking at the old man's anguished face, can't help saying, "Why wait for your children and grandchildren to tell you? Why not take up your sword and kill three thousand miles' worth of enemies yourself?"

The Five Barbarians.

Amid the bloody slaughter, Cao Mengde drifts through the world like a lonely ghost. "If only I could live another hundred years, I wouldn't have let the barbarians breach the pass. The Sima family deserves to die!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.