Shuhan

When Sun Lin was approached by Liu Chan, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, he rejected the emperor's kindness without hesitation, and his words fully revealed his unruly and proud character.

Sun Shangxiang, who was standing by, witnessed this scene and couldn't help but feel worried.

Her eyes lingered on Liu Chan, fearing that this emperor who held supreme power would be dissatisfied or even resentful because of Sun Lin's refusal.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her hands were unconsciously clenched together, her fingertips revealing her inner anxiety and uneasiness.

However, Liu Chan's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

He did not get angry, but chuckled, and that chuckle contained tolerance and open-mindedness. Liu Chan spoke slowly, his voice gentle but firm: "My mind is not so broad that it cannot accommodate a Sun Lin."

Liu Chan's eyes revealed an extraordinary magnanimity, a kingly demeanor that could tolerate everything and understand all aspects of the world.

"If you think my mind is so narrow, then you are underestimating me."

Sun Lin has the ability, so he can naturally use it for his own benefit, once he has a clear understanding of the situation.

If we can't see the situation clearly, will our Han Dynasty still lack talented young men?
One less doesn't make any difference, one more doesn't make any difference.

As for the chaos
You are being watched by my military officers all the time, do you still have a chance to cause trouble?

If there is even the slightest sign of rebellion, you will only end up dead.

The mountains and rivers of Fuchun seemed to be immersed in the gentle three days of Liu Chan and Sun Shangxiang. The mountains were lightly wrapped in mist and the river flowed slowly, reflecting the rare tranquility and joy of the two.

The palace was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and every breeze seemed to carry lingering affection as it passed through the pavilions and towers.

They strolled in the exquisite garden, chatting and laughing, as if the whole world had stopped.

Sun Shangxiang had mixed feelings. She knew very well that as Lady Sun, her relationship with Emperor Liu Chan was a taboo.

But in this brief period of time, she was willing to give up everything and just enjoy this rare and sincere emotion as a woman.

Her eyes were flickering with both happiness and worry, and every time her eyes met Liu Chan's, it seemed as if she was using her eyes to tell her secret thoughts.

However, good times always pass quickly.

At dusk on the third day of Fuchun, when the afterglow of the setting sun was gently shining on the glazed tiles of the palace, the sound of hurried horse hooves broke the silence. A rider with two command flags on his back rushed across the forest path like a gust of wind and headed straight for the palace.

His figure lengthened in the setting sun, appearing particularly urgent and solemn.

"Report!" The rider's voice echoed throughout the palace, breaking the original tranquility and disturbing the minds of Liu Chan and Sun Shangxiang.

They looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

The rider hurried in, knelt on one knee, and presented a secret letter with both hands, with an urgency that could not be ignored in his voice: "Your Majesty, urgent military information!"

When Liu Chan took the secret letter, his brows immediately became solemn. He knew that this peace would eventually be broken by the torrent of reality.

Sun Shangxiang stood aside, watching silently, with an indescribable reluctance in her heart.

From this moment on, they will be led by their own destiny, and perhaps the next time they meet will be a long time away.

He will never be short of women around him, but by that time, will he still remember me?
The love between young men and women is indeed as short-lived and precious as the morning dew.

Liu Chan looked at the charming and touching Sun Shangxiang, and a feeling of hard-to-let-go surged in his heart. He gently held her in his arms, as if he wanted to engrave this moment of tenderness in his heart forever.

He stroked her hair gently with his hands, soothing her, as if to tell her that even if they were at the ends of the earth, his heart would always be with her.

"Madam, you are my favorite woman. How could I forget you?"

Liu Chan's voice was low and full of tenderness, and every word seemed to flow from the depths of his heart.

"In this troubled time, it is my greatest luck to have you by my side. No matter how the future changes, your place in my heart will never change."

When Sun Shangxiang heard Liu Chan's affectionate words, the mist in her eyes gradually condensed, as if it was about to turn into crystal tears and fall.

Her little face was flushed with emotion, like a newly blossoming peach blossom, so beautiful that it was tempting to drip with water. She snuggled tightly in Liu Chan's arms, feeling the warmth and peace of mind, and the warmth in her heart made her whole body soften.

She raised her eyes and gazed at Liu Chan, her eyes showing both emotion and reluctance.

"As long as Your Majesty wants to see me, I will always be here."

As she spoke, she tiptoed gently and left a gentle kiss on Liu Chan's cheek.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only the deep attachment and reluctance between the two.

Then, she slowly stepped back and looked at Liu Chan deeply again with her misty eyes, as if engraving his appearance in her heart forever.

"It doesn't matter if you forget me. The past few days are enough." Sun Shangxiang said silently in her heart.

Women are emotional. Perhaps she already knew in her heart that there were too many loopholes in Liu Chan's words. If she thought about it carefully, she would know that he was lying. But sometimes, women always like to believe what they think in their hearts.

After all, she still wanted to keep some memories.

After the kiss, Liu Chan's heart seemed to have been quietly lifted to the ground, and the lingering feeling and reluctance were instantly replaced by the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

He looked deeply at the woman in front of him, with a barely perceptible tenderness and determination flashing in his eyes. Then he turned around resolutely and strode towards the door. Every step seemed so firm, as if he was telling himself and everyone else that he was ready to face all challenges.

"Let's set off!" Liu Chan's voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable power and echoed in the empty palace.

The imperial guards moved upon hearing the sound and quickly lined up. The friction of armor and the pedaling of horses' hooves intertwined together, forming a solemn and murderous atmosphere as if they were about to rush to the battlefield.

Under the cover of night, the sky on the Shouchun front seemed darker than usual, with war clouds thickening like a huge lead curtain, covering the land that was about to become a battlefield.

The wind seemed to be a bit cold, blowing across Liu Chan's face, but it could not blow away the passion and determination in his heart. The unification of the world depends on this battle!

May has arrived, and outside Shouchun City, spring is in full swing, but this vibrant land is filled with an unusual atmosphere of tension. The Han army's cavalry scouts are as agile as cheetahs. They shuttle across the vast plains, constantly spying on the movements of the Wei army and preparing for the upcoming war.

The Wei army's strongholds outside Shouchun City were once as solid as a rock. However, at this moment, under the relentless pressure of the Han army, they were like candles in the wind and were plucked out one by one.

The Han soldiers were dressed in iron armor and holding spears, their eyes burning with the desire for victory. They charged into battle, slashed with swords, and each attack was full of determination and power, as if they wanted to take every inch of this land into their own territory.

The prelude to the war has not yet been sounded, but the clashes between scouts and the fight for strongholds are already in full swing.

On this plain with dense water networks, fighting between small groups of troops has become the norm. They have left marks of blood and fire on this land full of vitality, and every battle is a test of the will and courage of both sides.

Both sides won and lost, but no one backed down because everyone knew that this was just a warm-up before the big battle and the real contest had not yet begun.

In Shouchun City, inside the study of the General's Mansion, the atmosphere was solemn.

Outside the window, the May sunshine is bright, but it seems unable to penetrate the thick walls and illuminate every corner of the room.

The furnishings in the study were simple and quaint. The bookshelves were filled with military books and strategies. A map was spread out on the desk, which was densely marked with various military symbols, showing the stalemate in the recent war.

Sima Yi sat at his desk with a gloomy face and an indescribable worry between his brows.

His eyes sometimes fell on the map, and sometimes swept to Hu Zun who was standing beside him, as if looking for some answers.

Hu Zun was wearing armor and standing tall, but he seemed a little uneasy at the moment. He kept glancing at Jingshu who was pouring tea for the two of them.

Jingshu was wearing a ruqun, looking voluptuous and beautiful. Her movements were light and graceful, and every time she lifted the pot and poured the wine, it seemed just right.

However, in this tense atmosphere, she seemed to have become an inappropriate scenery, and Hu Zun dared not look at her for too long, for fear that his eyes would reveal his inner panic.

This is the general's woman. If he looks at her too much, wouldn't it be disrespectful?
"Did the people from the Military Affairs Department instigate you to rebel?" Sima Yi's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence in the study. His tone was calm, but it carried an unquestionable power that made Hu Zun's heart tighten.

Hu Zun nodded immediately, his eyes flashing with determination: "I am pretending to be instigated by them, but in fact I want to use a trick to deal a fatal blow to the Han army at the critical moment."

Sima Yi's eyes flickered as he looked at Hu Zun, as if trying to catch a hint of truth in the other's eyes.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Your plan is still a little too risky. How can the spy army be fooled so easily? If they find out your true intentions, I'm afraid they will immediately expose your identity to the Han army."

Hu Zun was shocked when he heard this. He knew that Sima Yi's worries were not unnecessary. The cunning and cruelty of the spy commander had long been known in the army.

But he still insisted on his plan: "General, I have made all the preparations. I have arranged several trusted people to lurk in the secret army. They will always keep an eye on my movements and take immediate action if they find anything unusual. Moreover, I have also prepared a piece of false intelligence, which I will pass on to the Han army at the critical moment to confuse them."

Sima Yi listened to Hu Zun's explanation, and his frown gradually relaxed. He had to admit that although Hu Zun's plan was risky, it was feasible.

but.
The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows behind.

It is not clear who is the oriole, who is the mantis, and who is the cicada.

Sima Yi's brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

He slowly stood up and walked to Hu Zun's side, with a tone of unquestionable majesty: "Hu Zun, you must be smart when communicating with the military commander. You can give them some real intelligence to gain their trust. But remember, this real intelligence must be something we are prepared to deal with, and we must not disclose the core secrets of our army."

When Hu Zun heard this, his expression froze. He knew very well the weight of Sima Yi's words.

He straightened his back and looked at Sima Yi with a firm gaze: "General, rest assured, I have understood everything. I will act cautiously to gain the trust of the spy chief and ensure that our military secrets are not lost."

Sima Yi nodded with satisfaction, a gleam of approval flashed in his eyes.

Hu Zun was a smart man and should be able to understand what he meant. He warned again: "If you find that you are being used by the Military Intelligence Bureau, you must withdraw in time and not get deeply involved. Remember, your mission is to strive for the greatest benefit for our army, not to become a pawn of the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Hu Zun's heart tightened when he heard this. He knew that Sima Yi's worry was not unnecessary, as the cunning and cruelty of the spy were well known.

But he also knew that this was his chance to make meritorious service to the Wei army.

He took a deep breath and replied firmly, "General, rest assured. I will remember your instructions. If I find that I am being used by the secret army, I will withdraw in time and will never let them succeed."

After Hu Zun left, the room fell into silence.

Jingshu leaned on Sima Yi, her eyes revealing deep worry, as if she could penetrate the thick walls and see the ever-changing world outside.

"In this situation, do you have the confidence to deal with the Han army?" Jing Shu's voice was soft, but it was trembling slightly. She knew how heavy the burden Sima Yi had on his shoulders was, and what this war meant to the Wei Kingdom.

Sima Yi sighed, and his eyes became deep and complicated.

He held Jingshu in his arms, as if to isolate all the worries and anxieties.

However, his voice revealed an undisguised heaviness: "Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Your Majesty has entrusted me with such a heavy responsibility, and I will fight for my life. However, if the situation becomes irreversible, I will send you back to Luoyang."

Jingshu felt a complex emotion when she heard this. She was touched by Sima Yi's deep affection and responsibility, but angry at this cruel fate.

She leaned tightly in Sima Yi's arms and said stubbornly: "I want to live and die with my husband, and I will never live in vain."

Although her voice was firm, there was a subtle choke in it.

When Sima Yi heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He gently stroked Jingshu's hair and said with emotion: "I wonder how your Majesty is doing? If your Majesty is not feeling well at a critical moment, the situation in Wei will change drastically, and I'm afraid the Han army will take advantage of it."

Jingshu's eyes flickered and she opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word. She could only bury her face in Sima Yi's chest.

Sima Yi saw this and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes. It seemed that he was not important enough in Jing Shu's heart. (End of this chapter)