The Prime Minister Conquered the Country

In the third year of Jin'an, Prime Minister Xie Yu was sentenced to death in prison. In August of the same year, Emperor Jin'an abolished the prime minister system. There is no more prime minister in the world, and no one like Xie Yu. The history books of the Zhou Dynasty record Xie Yu with only a few hundred words, and neither his achievements nor his faults are recorded. His stories are only spread in folk tales, storytelling, and operas. It has been sung for hundreds of years and will last forever. [Highlight 1] During the Four Kingdoms Rebellion, his family and country perished. He was dressed in bright yellow in the main hall, with a long sword piercing his neck. The corners of his mouth were always smiling, and there was no light in his eyes. "Xie Yu, do you really..." Have you ever been sincere? The rest of the words seemed to be stuck in his throat in his eyes full of mocking smile. "You want to ask me if I am sincere?" She was smiling, but there were clearly tears in her eyes. Is it hate or something else? He nodded, and blood poured out along the edge of the sword, staining his collar and her eyes red. "Never." Her clear voice sounded high, and bright red sprayed into her eyes. Apart from the bright red, there was no other color in her eyes. "Ling Ziqi." No one in the hall would know who the desperate scream came from. [Highlight 2] She is no longer young, and the traces of time have slowly infiltrated her body. She has suffered many injuries in her life, but this time she may not be able to survive it. Ling Zixian sat in front of the hospital bed and smiled crazily. He was a madman, a known madman. So he can laugh without any scruples and be as crazy as a devil. "Xie Yu, you haven't paid back what you owe me." After the crazy laugh, he deliberately lowered his distorted voice. There was too much forbearance in the voice that had not spoken for many years. "Ziqi." She slowly stretched out her hand and touched Ling Zixian's cold chin, but he coldly avoided her. "Don't die, Xie Yu. Your debt hasn't been paid off yet." His expression was so cold, but his voice was laced with a begging that even he didn't want to face. Don't die, Xie Yu. Please don't die like this. An imperial tear falls slowly, whose heart is burned? P: If you don't mind that my turtle is slow to crawl, please calm down and let me slowly tell this story.