Shuhan

Time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with tension and anxiety. The busy figures of the imperial doctors looked particularly solemn under the flickering lights, and their every move touched the hearts of everyone present.

Finally, as everyone expected, Liu Chan slowly opened his eyes. Although his face was pale, a hint of life was revealed in his eyes.

"I... I'm still alive..." Liu Chan's voice was weak and hoarse, but it was enough to make everyone present cheer. Huang Hao was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He knelt in front of Liu Chan and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty is blessed with great fortune, and you will surely turn danger into fortune!"

As Liu Chan woke up, the atmosphere in the palace gradually eased.

People began to clear the rubble, bury the dead and treat the wounded.

Although this sudden change left everyone with lingering fears, the emperor's survival was undoubtedly the best news.

Liu Chan was lying on Long Ta at this moment, his face as pale as paper, dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes flickered with uncertain fear and pain.

His hands tightly grasped the handle of the chair, as if it was his only support in this turbulent world.

Although it was not as horrific as bleeding from all seven orifices, the discomfort from the inside out was like millions of needles piercing his skin at the same time, making it almost unbearable for him.

Hua Tuo hurried over upon hearing the news. His figure was elongated under the light of the palace lanterns, making him look particularly solemn.

Hua Tuo first observed Liu Chan from a distance, then slowly approached, his eyes, which had seen countless people, flashing with wisdom and concern.

He lifted his sleeves slightly and began the traditional "look, listen, ask, and feel" examination.

Hua Tuo placed his fingertips lightly on Liu Chan's wrist, closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he was having a conversation with the veins in Liu Chan's body.

After a moment, Hua Tuo opened his eyes and smiled with relief: "Your Majesty is blessed with good fortune. Although you were frightened this time, fortunately, you did not suffer any internal injuries. You only need to take a few doses of recuperation medicine and rest for a month, and you will surely recover as before."

As soon as these words were spoken, the ministers around seemed to collectively breathe a sigh of relief, and the worry and tension on their faces instantly dissipated a lot.

Liu Chan himself felt relieved and grateful for surviving the disaster.

Perhaps it was because of the recent series of victories that made him unconsciously become lazy, which gave the assassin an opportunity to take advantage.

Thinking of this, a hint of determination flashed in Liu Chan's eyes. He knew that he could not relax at all.

After Hua Tuo left, Liu Chan slowly stood up. Although his body was still weak, his eyes became unusually firm.

He beckoned the officials to come closer, and said in a weak but powerful voice: "How should I explain my current situation to the people of the world?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into silence, and everyone was thinking about the most appropriate strategy in their minds.

Fei Yi stepped forward like an unshakable force. His voice was deep and firm, like the sound of an ancient bell, and every word was sonorous and powerful: "Your Majesty, you are the soul of our Han Dynasty and the support of all the people. At this moment, we must announce to the world that Your Majesty is in good health and safe. Only in this way can we appease the people and stabilize the order of the court."

His words were like a warm spring breeze that blew away the haze in the hearts of everyone present, and were also like a bright lamp that illuminated the way forward.

After hearing this, everyone showed their approval and nodded in agreement. Some of them whispered in agreement, "Master Fei is right. That's exactly what we should do."

Others agreed loudly: "Yes, it should be announced to the world immediately to reassure the people.

However, at this moment, Huang Chong proposed another idea: "Your Majesty, perhaps we can use this incident as bait to lure Sima Yi into revealing his weakness by saying that he is still seriously injured."

Huang Chong's eyes flashed with cunning. Obviously, this was a bold and risky plan.

Liu Chan listened to the discussions of his ministers, his eyes flickering, and he weighed the pros and cons of each plan in his mind.

Finally, his eyes became firm, and his voice, though soft, revealed an unquestionable determination: "Announce to the world that I am fine, so that the people can rest assured. At the same time, shrink the battle line, strengthen the defense, and immediately send people to Chang'an to bring Cheng Qian back to Yecheng."

As Liu Chan finished speaking, a whisper suddenly sounded in the hall, and everyone's eyes flashed with light of sudden enlightenment.

Liu Chan's decision not only demonstrated his wisdom, but also revealed his profound considerations for the future.

Bringing the eldest son Cheng Qian back to his side may seem like an ordinary move, but it actually contains a mystery.

If Sima Yi learned of this news, he would certainly suspect the deeper meaning behind Liu Chan's move, and perhaps would really mistakenly believe that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty was about to die, thus relaxing his vigilance and buying precious preparation time for the Han Dynasty.

Once Sima Yi could no longer hold back and chose to attack, that would be the best time for Shu Han to recapture Henei.

As Liu Chan's orders were issued, the atmosphere in the palace gradually became tense and orderly.

The attendants hurriedly shuttled between the palaces, preparing the imperial edict and the messenger for departure.

Liu Chan, surrounded by his ministers, slowly walked into the inner hall and prepared to rest.

The autumn wind blew up the mottled dust on the top of Gong County, and also blew away the depression that had been tense in Sima Yi's heart for days.

After being chased by the Han army and fleeing all the way to this place, he finally got a moment to breathe.

However, this brief peace did not make him relax at all. On the contrary, his eyes became sharper and his brows were furrowed, as if he could see through the autumn wind and look directly at the distant Chaoge City.

Although Gong County is small, it is located at a strategic location and is the throat connecting Wei and Han.

Sima Yi stood on the city wall, looking at the endless mountains in the distance, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew very well that the calm at the moment was just the calm before the storm, and the actions of the Han Dynasty would directly determine the future of the Wei State.

Just as he was immersed in deep thought, the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts.

A secret agent from the school office, dressed in black and with a stern face, appeared silently beside him and handed him a secret letter with both hands.

Sima Yi opened it and his face changed suddenly.

The letter stated that the Han emperor had encountered a gunpowder bomb in a sudden assassination attempt. Although the rumor claimed that the emperor was safe, the information revealed between the lines made people suspicious.

"How is this possible?" Sima Yi whispered to himself, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

His carefully planned back-up plan should have played a key role in this chaos, so why did it suddenly fail?
Is it really fate that cannot be defied, and is the fate of the Wei Dynasty over?

Seeing this, Sima Shi stepped forward quickly and asked softly, "Father, is there any other news in the letter?"

Upon hearing this, the spy lowered his voice and continued to report: "It is said that the Emperor of the Han Dynasty has ordered the eldest son Liu Si to come to Yecheng."

Sima Shi's eyes flashed when he heard this. He quickly analyzed the meaning of this message: "Father, there must be something fishy here. If it weren't for the fact that Liu Gongsi was seriously injured and unable to take charge of the situation, why would the Han Kingdom be so anxious to summon the eldest son?"

When Sima Yi heard this, his eyes flickered, as if he had caught something in an instant.

He turned to look at the spy and said in a deep and powerful voice: "How is the Han army doing? Will they continue the pursuit?"

The spy shook his head and replied, "The Han army did not continue to pursue. It seems that they are consolidating the newly occupied territory and digesting the results of the battle."

After hearing this, Sima Yi was silent for a moment, then slowly turned around and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

At this time, Sima Zhao also came over, with a bit of urgency on his young face: "Father, if the Emperor of Han is really in danger, this is the perfect opportunity for us to make great plans and achieve unprecedented achievements!"

Sima Yi did not respond immediately, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He knew that this was not just a simple change of power, but a battle of life and death for the future of the State of Wei.

He had to be careful and make sure he took every step in the right direction.

After a moment, Sima Yi opened his eyes, with a determined light flashing in them.

He looked at his two sons and said in a steady and powerful voice: "The situation of the Emperor of Han is still unclear, but we cannot sit and wait for death. Shi'er, you will go to Ji County immediately and keep a close eye on the movements of Han. Sima Zhao, you will be responsible for reorganizing the troops and be ready to deal with any possible changes at any time."

After that, Sima Yi turned to the spy and said, "You continue to lie low and closely monitor the movements of the Han army. If there is any movement, report it immediately."

The three men took the order and left, leaving Sima Yi alone standing on the city wall, looking at the gradually blurred mountain shadows in the distance.

His figure seemed particularly lonely in the autumn wind, but his eyes revealed immense firmness and determination.

In the following days, Sima Yi seemed to have become a tireless machine, working day and night, paying attention to the battle situation on the front line and dealing with military affairs.

His face was gradually covered with traces of time, but his eyes were still as bright as torches, revealing his unyielding will. At the same time, the intelligence about Sima Shi in Ji County continued to arrive.

The situation of the Han Emperor did not seem optimistic. Although the imperial edict still declared that the emperor was safe, the atmosphere in the Han camp became increasingly tense.

The eldest prince Liu Si is already on his way to Qichen, making the situation even more confusing.

Sima Yi constantly adjusted his strategic deployment based on this intelligence.

The autumn wind was like a knife, cutting the vast Central Plains, and also cutting the hesitation and determination deep in Sima Yi's heart.

On the top of Gong County, flags fluttered, as if telling of the coming storm.

As secret letters were delivered one after another, the news that the Han emperor was seriously injured and could not recover spread quickly among the Wei army's soldiers like wildfire, making people feel uneasy and eager to fight.

Sima Yi stood on the city wall with a deep gaze, as if he could penetrate the layers of fog and look directly at the distant Han army camp.

His face was stern and his beard swayed gently in the autumn breeze, each strand of his beard seeming to carry heavy thoughts.

The Han army was in a panic, and this was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity to attack Han. However, if we attacked rashly and fell into Liu Gongsi's trap, the consequences would be disastrous.

In Sima Yi's heart, the two ends of the scale kept swinging, and he found it difficult to make a decision.

"Father." Sima Zhao on the side couldn't suppress his inner anxiety, and there was a bit of urgency in his voice.

"The opportunity to fight is fleeting. If we hesitate any longer, I'm afraid the Han army will shrink their defenses and we won't have another chance like this."

His young face revealed a firmness and determination that did not match his age, and his eyes flashed with a desire for victory.

Sima Yi frowned slightly when he heard this, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

"I'm afraid it's a conspiracy of the Han army." He murmured, his voice low and powerful.

"Liu Gongsi is cunning and scheming. This matter is of great importance."

Sima Zhao felt unwilling when he heard this, but he also understood his father's concerns.

But he believes more that opportunities always come to those who dare to take risks.

"What if it's not a conspiracy?" he asked back, with an imperceptible tremor in his tone.

"Isn't this a missed opportunity? Father, please allow me to lead the troops to Muye to find out the truth and relieve your worries."

Sima Yi looked at his son with mixed feelings.

Although his son is young, he has extraordinary courage and wisdom.

But this journey is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you may end up in an irretrievable situation.

He was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, with a flash of determination in his eyes.

"You will lead three thousand soldiers to Muye," he said slowly, with unquestionable firmness in his voice.

"Remember, if something unexpected happens, retreat immediately and don't fight to the end."

Sima Zhao was overjoyed when he heard this, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

This is my father's trust in me and also an opportunity for me to prove my ability.

"I obey your command, son!" He responded loudly, his voice firm and powerful, then turned and left with brisk steps.

Sima Yi watched his son go away, feeling both reluctant and expectant.

Three days later, the afterglow of dusk sprinkled on the ancient and vast land of Muye, giving a faint golden hue to this battlefield that was about to witness a historical turning point.

The Han army's tents were scattered in an orderly manner in the wilderness, but they seemed exceptionally quiet, without the hustle and bustle and order of the past.

At the camp gate, a few tattered flags fluttered weakly in the wind, as if they were a true reflection of the mood of the owner of the camp.

The news of the emperor's serious injury spread quickly in the army like a plague. The soldiers' eyes were filled with anxiety and confusion. Even the bravest soldiers in normal times could not hide their anxiety at this moment.

The patrol team was sparse and their steps were hurried, but they could not hide their fatigue.

From time to time, they looked into the distance, as if they were expecting something and afraid of something.

Inside the tent, the lights were dim, and the busy figures of the medical officers were looming in the interweaving of light and shadow. The air was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance and an ominous atmosphere.

The occasional low moans made the already depressing atmosphere even heavier.

At the same time, on a hill dozens of miles north of the Han camp, a group of elite cavalry quietly gathered. The sound of horse hooves was deliberately suppressed, and only the faint sound of wind blowing through the grass could be heard.

The leader, wearing silver armor, holding a spear, with a stern and resolute face, was none other than Wei general Sima Zhao.

With sharp eyes, he gazed at the Han camp in the distance, which seemed calm but was actually undercurrent, and was thinking about the good show that was about to be staged.

"General, the Han camp's defenses are lax. This is a great opportunity for a surprise attack!" The deputy general reported in a low voice, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Sima Zhao nodded slightly, a sneer on his lips, but he thought to himself: "The Han emperor is seriously injured and the army is demoralized. This is a godsend opportunity. If we can defeat the Han army in one fell swoop, it will surely shock the world and add a strong stroke to my father's great cause."

He took a deep breath, turned around and shouted to the 3,000 cavalrymen behind him: "Warriors, the Han army has lost its master. It is time for us to make achievements! Follow me and charge. Today we must let them know who is the real ruler of this chaotic world!"

With an order, three thousand cavalrymen galloped towards the Han camp like wild horses, stepping on the afterglow of the setting sun.

The sound of horse hooves was deafening and the dust was flying, like an impending storm.

In the Han camp, the sudden sound of horse hooves broke the silence. The soldiers panicked and ran out of the tents one after another. They saw a black mass of cavalry approaching rapidly in the distance.

Fear spread among the crowd like a plague, and the already shaky morale collapsed in an instant.

Some soldiers even dropped their weapons and ran away; others stood there with despair in their eyes.

Sima Zhao led his army into the Han camp, and no one could stop him with his spears.

He was agile and every time he swung his gun, the enemy would wail.

Under his charge, the Han army collapsed in an instant like a pile of loose sand.

On the battlefield where blood and fire intertwined, wailing and screaming intertwined into a tragic melody.

In less than half a day, Muye fell completely into the hands of the Wei army. Sima Zhao led his troops in pursuit, and wherever they went, the Han army's corpses were scattered all over the ground and rivers of blood flowed.

After the battle, Sima Zhao stood on a high place, looking at the land stained with blood, and felt very excited.

This victory was not only a blow to the Han army, but also a confirmation of the news that the Han emperor was seriously injured.

He must convey this news to his father Sima Yi as soon as possible so that he can formulate the next strategy.

As night fell, Sima Zhao returned to the makeshift tent, ordered someone to bring paper and pen, and began to write a secret letter to his father.

His writing is firm and powerful, and his words reveal his vision and determination for the future.

After writing, he carefully sealed the letter, handed it to a confidant, and asked him to deliver it as soon as possible.

After doing all this, Sima Zhao walked out of the tent, looked up at the starry sky, his heart surging with unprecedented ambition and passion.

"In troubled times, heroes emerge in large numbers. I, Sima Zhao, swear to be the brightest one among them!"

The Han Emperor is about to die, and the Wei Dynasty will rise!
Sima Dangxing! (End of this chapter)