"When there is chaos in Lan every year, the people are worried. If there is no peace, Lan will perish."
"It's too late for Lan to be destroyed, so we might as well get peace as soon as possible. If you wish, I will do my best to assist you in your rise to power."
Su Jinyu was shocked when he saw the contents of the letter.
"It's going to change."
At that time, he thought in his mind that it had nothing to do with him who the new emperor was. After all, he didn't need to think too much and he would stand upright.
He stared at the familiar envelope. He was already familiar with the content inside, but he still read it with care. Now that it was in his hands, he was no longer a bystander, but a participant. He was still very emotional and a little panicked. It was not that he didn't believe in Shenyang Mausoleum, but that he had concerns. After all, this could not be achieved by just talking.
"All in all, no retreat. Do you want to give it a try?"
Shen Yangling looked at him with a smile, observing him with panic, disbelief, and a hint of expectation. He was so ambitious. When he confirmed that it was not his own eyesight but actually saw this look on Su Jinyu's face, he knew that he was safe.
"Since it must be there, instead of waiting for others, you might as well try it yourself."
The two teenagers laughed, no longer the innocent jokes of childhood, but laughter filled with ambition.
Laugh at the sky, laugh at the earth, laugh at your own incompetence.
Shenyang Mausoleum was finally gone, Su Jinyu thought, the road we walked together, the empires we conquered, and the country we established became his relics, even to himself.
"Well, at least he saw our country."
Looking at that quiet face, no one could imagine that such a person's ambition was known to the world.
Su Jinyu stood in front of the former Imperial College, now the General's Mansion, laughing at himself, his tears dried up, his laughter disappeared, leaving only traces on the ground.
Everything they had experienced together was replayed before his eyes, and soon he left, needing to adjust.
He will still have to go to court tomorrow. When he was here, nothing had changed, everything had changed.
Just like the neon light dissipates the beauty of the dark tide, the diffuse dust cannot be abandoned, and falls back again. After all, it is reincarnation, gone, back, gone.
Intention: The young man's high spirits eventually turned into traces.