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Ji Sheng's face was gloomy, and the anger and killing intent in his eyes were undisguisable.
"Ji Sheng, your crimes have been exposed," Jiang Yuwei spoke with determination and coldness, "This document is the ironclad evidence of your collusion with the enemy country. You may have thought you were hiding it well, but the net of heaven is wide-meshed yet nothing slips through. Your crimes will be exposed in the end."
Ji Sheng's eyes were like a frozen lake, cold and profound. He stared fixedly at the document in Jiang Yuwei's hand, the fury in his eyes seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes. His fists were clenched, knuckles turning white, revealing the anger and struggle within him.
"Jiang Yuwei! You are good!" Ji Sheng's voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from the depths of an abyss, "Do you think this document can determine my guilt? You are wrong. Only I can determine my own guilt."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fully armed team of soldiers surged into the Great Hall, their appearance instantly tensing the atmosphere of the entire Great Hall. The soldiers lined up neatly on both sides of the Great Hall, their armor shimmering with a cold light under the lamps, and their weapons exuding an undeniable sense of danger. Their appearance made the already tense atmosphere even more oppressive, as if the air itself had solidified.
However, Jiang Yuwei was not afraid at all. She straightened her back and looked at Ji Sheng with a piercing gaze. "Ji Sheng, do you think I am unprepared today?"
Jiang Yuwei's voice fell, and the atmosphere in the Great Hall became even more tense. Ji Sheng's eyes burned with anger, but his voice remained calm, as if he was trying to suppress all his anger deep inside. "Jiang Yuwei, since you are prepared, let me see what you are capable of."
As he spoke, the soldiers in the Great Hall began to move, their weapons glinting dangerously in the light as if they were ready to attack at any moment. But Jiang Yuwei showed no fear, her gaze firm and resolute, as if she had already anticipated everything.
Suddenly, a group of equally armed soldiers appeared behind Jiang Yuwei, facing off against Ji Sheng's soldiers. The atmosphere in the Great Hall changed once again, the previously tense air seemingly broken by this new force, creating a subtle balance.
Jiang Yuwei smiled slightly and said to Ji Sheng: "Ji Sheng, do you think you're the only one who's prepared? Since that day, I have never fought unprepared." Ji Sheng furrowed his brow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had thought that with his carefully laid traps and soldiers, he could easily win, but he hadn't expected her to be so well-prepared, even able to mobilize such a large force. "Jiang Yuwei, you have indeed changed," Ji Sheng took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger and astonishment, "but that doesn't mean I will lose."
Jiang Yuwei shook her head gently, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness. "Ji Sheng, you never understood. I never wanted to win this battle. I just wanted you to understand that not everything is within your control."
Ji Sheng sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Hmph, Jiang Yuwei, do you think you can make me back down with such words? Let me tell you, no matter what preparations you have today, I will not spare you!"
As he finished speaking, Ji Sheng waved his hand, and his soldiers immediately rushed towards Jiang Yuwei's troops like wolves. Suddenly, the Great Hall was filled with the jarring sound of clashing weapons and the fierce shouts of the soldiers.
Jiang Yuwei remained calm and composed, standing in place and observing the situation in the Great Hall with a cool gaze. Though her soldiers were few in number, they were well-trained and coordinated, quickly stabilizing their position and engaging in fierce combat with Ji Sheng's soldiers.
The battle raged on, and the atmosphere inside the Great Hall grew increasingly tense. Both Ji Sheng and Jiang Yuwei closely watched every change in the Great Hall, silently measuring each other. However, as time passed, Ji Sheng gradually noticed something amiss—his soldiers, though brave and skilled, were gradually falling into a disadvantage against Jiang Yuwei's soldiers.
Ji Sheng was taken aback and couldn't help but doubt himself. He had originally thought that he could easily win with his forces and traps, but now it seemed that things were not so simple. At that moment, Jiang Yuwei's soldiers launched a final charge like tigers descending a mountain, breaking through Ji Sheng's defenses in one fell swoop. Ji Sheng's soldiers were caught off guard and forced to retreat in the face of this powerful onslaught.
Ji Sheng stood still, watching helplessly as his soldiers were gradually pushed back by Jiang Yuwei's troops. His heart was filled with unwillingness and anger, but he also knew that the situation was beyond retrieval. Ji Sheng's face was as dark as water, tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, his eyes flashing with a cold light. However, he knew clearly that at this moment, he could no longer turn the tide of the battle.
"Ji Sheng, you have lost," Jiang Yuwei's voice was cold and resolute, like a sharp, icy blade piercing Ji Sheng's heart.
Qi Shu's anger raged like a storm, his voice rolling like thunder: "Ji Sheng, we had high hopes for you, but you have betrayed the country and colluded with the enemy!"
Ji Sheng's face was as dark as a storm cloud, with a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "Betrayal? That's just a weakling's excuse. I once took the blame from the emperor for you when you couldn't handle the crisis. My intelligence, martial arts, and strategy are all far superior to yours, yet the emperor still made you the crown prince. Just because you are born of the empress, you think you can secure the throne? On what grounds! Throughout history, the capable have always ruled the land! The world should belong to the capable. You are not worthy of this throne. This vast land should belong to me."
Jiang Yuwei's anger and disappointment towards Ji Sheng were evident, the light in her eyes as cold as the stars. She spoke slowly, her voice as piercing and clear as the winter wind: "Ji Sheng, even now, you are still the same. The throne cannot be obtained through conspiracy and betrayal. Do you think your intelligence and martial arts give you the right to do as you please? You only see the throne in your eyes, but not the suffering of the people and the peace of the country. Your so-called world is nothing but your personal ambition and desire."
Qi Shu's anger flared even more, his face resembling the sky before a storm, dark and terrifying. He shouted loudly, " Ji Sheng, your actions today will be condemned by the world. Do you think you can easily seize the throne? My army, my ministers, my people, none will allow a usurper like you to fulfill such ambitions."
Qi Shu looked at Ji Sheng with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes. He had once held high hopes for this younger brother, hoping that he would become his capable assistant and together they would protect the land. However, Ji Sheng's betrayal had left him thoroughly disappointed in his brother. Taking a deep breath, he said in a deep voice, "Guards, take Ji Sheng away, strip him of his title, and confine him within the manor. Without my permission, he shall never step out of the manor for the rest of his life."
As Qi Shu issued the command, several soldiers immediately surrounded Ji Sheng. Ji Sheng did not resist, only giving them a cold glance before turning and walking out of the hall. His figure appeared lonely and resolute in the twilight, as if a defeated king bearing the pain of failure alone.
Qi Shu gazed at Ji Sheng's gradually receding figure, his heart filled with complex emotions. He had once deeply believed in the unyielding bond of brotherhood, but now it had been shattered by Ji Sheng's ambition and betrayal. Taking a deep breath, he tried to use the cold air to cool the anger and disappointment in his heart.
In the midst of the solemn atmosphere in the Great Hall, the voice of Qi Shu suddenly rang out, like a clear spring flowing through a quiet valley. "Today's affairs, Jiang Yuwei and Su Wenyuan have made outstanding contributions. I have decided to appoint Jiang Yuwei as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, leading the troops to defend the territory; and to appoint Su Wenyuan as the prime minister, assisting me in governing the court and planning for the nation's future."
Upon hearing Qi Shu's announcement, Jiang Yuwei and Su Wenyuan were both surprised and excited. But at the same time, they were aware of the heavy responsibilities on their shoulders. Jiang Yuwei stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said, "Your Majesty, I will certainly not fail the trust placed in me, and will safeguard the peace of the nation, ensuring the people's well-being." Her voice was firm and powerful, full of confidence and determination.
Su Wenyuan also stepped forward, respectfully bowing and said, "Your Majesty, I will spare no effort in assisting Your Majesty in governing the country and achieving national prosperity and strength." His voice was steady and strong, filled with loyalty and dedication.
Qi Shu Looking at them, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. He knew he had made the right choice. Both Jiang Yuwei and Su Wenyuan are capable, determined, and responsible individuals who will undoubtedly contribute greatly to the country's development.
As night falls over, the silver moon hangs in the sky, casting a soft moonlight that drapes the earth in a faint silver veil. A gentle breeze carries the coolness of the night and the subtle fragrance of lotus flowers from a distant pond.
In this tranquil night, the lights inside the mansion are dim, casting mottled shadows. The ancient trees in the courtyard, illuminated by the moonlight, resemble an ink painting—serene and mysterious. In the chamber of the mansion, Jiang Yuwei stands by the window, her delicate features exuding a sense of determination.
Her gaze pierced through the moonlit courtyard and landed on the distant autumn water. The shimmering waves, like burning flames, seemed to echo with the silver moon on the horizon, creating a serene and magnificent scene. Jiang Yuwei gently raised her hand, and a peach blossom fell into her palm.
At that moment, a melodious flute sound drifted into her ears. The sound was melodious and captivating, like an ancient story whispering in the night breeze. Jiang Yuwei turned to look in the direction of the flute sound, only to see Su Wenyuan sitting under the ancient tree in the courtyard, his flute melody dancing in the moonlight, as if every note carried a life of its own.
She gently closed the window and walked towards the ancient tree in the courtyard. The moonlight bathed Su Wenyuan in a mysterious halo. His eyes were closed, his expression focused, as if the entire world was immersed in his flute melody.
Jiang Yuwei approached and softly asked, "Do you still keep this flute?"
Su Wenyuan opened his eyes at the sound and saw Jiang Yuwei standing in the moonlight. He put down the flute, stood up, and said softly, "Of course, this is our promise."
Looking at Su Wenyuan, Jiang Yuwei felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside her. In the moonlight, his face appeared gentle and affectionate, with a familiar and nostalgic glint in his eyes. She couldn't help but recall the little moments they had shared, the beautiful times they had spent together, as if it were just yesterday.
"Do you still remember that promise?" Jiang Yuwei asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Su Wenyuan smiled faintly and nodded, "Of course I remember. That night, we made a promise under this ancient tree. You said that when we grew up, you wanted to listen to me play this piece under this tree."
He picked up the flute again and began to play gently. The sound of the flute was melodious, like a whisper in the night breeze, carrying endless longing and tenderness. Jiang Yuwei closed her eyes, letting the melodious flute sound envelop her, as if she had returned to that night, to that moment when they made the promise together.
The sound of the flute gradually fades away, and Jiang Yuwei opens her eyes, looking at Su Wenyuan with tears shimmering in her eyes. She softly says, "Thank you, Wen Yuan, thank you for always being by my side."
Su Wenyuan smiles slightly and reaches out to gently wipe the tears from the corner of her eye, "Because it's you."
They smile at each other, and the ancient tree in the moonlight bears witness to their commitment and unwavering emotions. The melodious flute sounds under this ancient tree, accompanied by the moonlight and the night breeze.
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