After transmigrating, Xiang Xuening got bound to an unlucky System.
Following the System's instructions, he brought Xie Ying home. One day, Xie Ying would rule the realm, but for now, he was begging on the streets.
Xiang Xuening taught him everything he knew, raising the little wolf into someone clever and ruthless.
But one day, even a wolf must break free of its cage.
Unable to contain his ambition, Xie Ying proposed raising an army and rebelling. This caused a serious rift between him and Xiang Xuening.
Xiang Xuening said, "If you insist on doing this, then consider yourself never to have been my disciple."
Young and impetuous, Xie Ying grabbed his bundle and stormed out. He would rise to the highest position and prove to his master that he was right.
But just after Xie Ying left, Xiang Xuening packed his things and headed for the capital.
[System: Congratulations, Host, on activating the "Empire's Final Chapter" route. Please do your best to help your former master meet his downfall. ^_^]
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Xie Ying recruited troops and won people's hearts, becoming the most beloved commander in a land torn apart by war.
As he swept all before him, a man known as "Mr. Shixue" appeared in the capital. He had earned the corrupt emperor's trust and fought Xie Ying to the death.
His opponent was a master of political intrigue who could read people's hearts and strike with deadly precision, driving Xie Ying into seemingly hopeless situations time and again.
Grinding his teeth, Xie Ying set a trap to turn the people against him, pushing him into the eye of the storm and making him the target of everyone's scorn.
Until the day the capital fell.
Armored and on horseback beneath the city walls, Xie Ying watched coldly as Mr. Shixue stood atop the tower in a blue robe.
"Mr. Shixue intends to die for his country," someone reported.
Xie Ying sneered. "Let him jump."
The man really did jump.
He looked up indifferently
The wind howled, and a plain white veil slowly spiraled down through the air.
The face he had longed for day and night, the one he cherished as his moon, was suddenly exposed beneath the sunlight.
"Master!"
Xiang Xuening's flesh and blood splattered before Xie Ying's eyes.
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Xiang Xuening faked his death and escaped. From then on, he began a leisurely retirement.
He drank tea, admired flowers, traveled through mountains and rivers, and picked up gossip about the new emperor whenever he passed by.
For instance, the new emperor kept vigil beside his body for three days and nights, had artisans carve a golden coffin and jade casket, and posthumously named him Empress.
For instance, the new emperor cleared his name. At last, the whole realm learned of his patience and sacrifice, and on the day of his funeral, ten miles of red wedding finery lined the road as thousands saw him off.
"Host, have you really let go of everything?"
"Of course."
But when he heard that war had flared up again on the northern frontier and the new emperor lay gravely wounded, close to death, he still galloped north toward the battlefield.
Only, instead of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he blundered into a trap that had been laid for him long ago.
The last thing Xiang Xuening saw before passing out was the dark, feverish look in the eyes of the man who lifted him up.
When he woke again, his eyes were filled with dazzling wedding red.
Red curtains, red silk, red candles.
He was dressed in an elaborate wedding robe, his wrists and ankles shackled in gold. Every movement made them chime softly.
Xie Ying knelt beside the bed, resting his head against Xiang Xuening's ankle. His expression was as gentle as it had been when he was a boy.
"A-Ning, this way you can stay by my side forever."
[Reading Guide]
1. This is an old-school, melodramatic fake-death story with a happy ending.
2. I'm bad at titles and blurbs, and may revise them later. The version at launch is the one that counts.
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Theme: Making dreams come true
