Chapter 1134 – Luoyang (1/2)

Chapter 1134 – Luoyang

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Liang Wangsun would not participate in the war, at least at its start, but he had to make his stance known. Thus, he had left behind a sentence and a name.

That name represented half the fortune of the Liang Estate and the Star Condensation expert that was Liang Hongzhuang.

Through Mo Yu, Liang Wangsun had already received a military assignment from the Ministry of the Army. Liang Hongzhuang would be going to Blue Pass. He would indubitably become a general and he would also be left in a safer place on the battlefield. But generals had to experience hundreds of battles, and this war was bound to last for a long time. Who could guarantee that he would return alive?

Moreover, Liang Hongzhuang knew his own personality, and he was sure that once he went, it would be very difficult for him to come back alive.

This was what was meant by meeting death, but before that, he still had some unfulfilled desires. For example, certain people were still alive.

In these last few years, he had formed an excellent relationship with the governor and archbishop of Xunyang City.

Although he had always had a rather so-so relationship with Liang Wangsun, he was still a member of the Liang Estate, so the prestigious figures of Xunyang City had to give him some face.

All of it had been for this day.

Liang Hongzhuang had originally planned to kill all these people tonight.

He knew what these people liked and he had prepared it all: the tallow candles, painted walls, red lanterns, and the food.

And he had even used a large sum of money to hide several assassins who had once belonged to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets in the darkness.

Xu Yourong had sensed a flash of killing intent when glancing at the lanterns, causing her to crease her brows.

In the end, Liang Hongzhuang changed his mind. Even after a long time, no one knew why, and they would never be able to know.

On a future summer day, a battle to break out of an encirclement would take place on the plains, and he… he would die beneath a sky covered in stars.

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Sitting by a table, Chen Changsheng looked at his face in the mirror. As he thought about the story that Liang Hongzhuang had not finished telling, he sighed.

A rustling came from behind him. He turned around and saw a graceful figure behind the cotton curtain, the flower designs on her underclothes faintly visible.

He hurriedly walked over and tidied up the blankets on the floor so that they wouldn't get in the way.

Xu Yourong got out of bed. After rinsing her mouth and washing her face, she walked over to the window, still in her unbuttoned underclothes, and used both hands to push open the window.

The morning wind blew in through the window, falling on her face and ruffling her moist black hair.

The spring sunlight came with it.

Spring filled the room.

Chen Changsheng was naturally reminded of that sight from many years ago.

It was precisely in this inn, on an equally bright and beautiful spring day.

He shouted out to all of Xunyang City that Mount Li's Junior Martial Uncle, Su Li, was right here.

A storm suddenly arrived and he was forced into battle after bloody battle.

There was no need for him to shout this today, and being with Xu Yourong was naturally much more pleasant than being with Su Li.

The most important difference was that humanity had been fractured at the time. There were the new and conservative factions of the Orthodoxy, the Tianhai Divine Empress and the Chen Imperial clan, and of course, the greatest one of all, the split between the north and south. Even someone as merciful as the Pope wanted nothing more than to kill Su Li, so how could anyone else resist?

Things were completely different now.

Luoyang had returned the Red Cloud Qilin to Cong Province of its own accord, so Xue He kept his silence.

The Liang Estate had moved out, but they had left behind half their fortune. Liang Hongzhuang had ultimately decided not to kill anyone, and went straight to Blue Pass.

The grudges still remained, as did the rifts, but they no longer mattered for much.

Now, the Human race had reached an unprecedented level of unification.

Everyone knew that the Great Zhou Dynasty was about to commence a northern expedition. After several hundred years, the Human race was about to attack the Demon race once more. The goal this time was clear: to complete the grand undertaking that Emperor Taizong's generation could not complete. They would assail Xuelao City and then utterly defeat and subdue the demons.

Before this sort of war, nothing else was important—not the private grudges from a thousand years ago or a conflict of ideals.

All so that the Human race could persist for ages to come.

Xu Yourong did not turn her head. She squinted her eyes as she gazed at the spring radiance over Xunyang City. She was like a rabbit that had just woken up.

”You spent so long in White Emperor City. How did the negotiations go?”

Last year at the winter solstice, the Orthodoxy's diplomatic mission left the capital to travel to the land of the demi-humans, tens of thousands of li away. The Pope traveled with it.