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Upon hearing Song Feiwan's heart-wrenching questions, the entire assembly fell into stunned silence. Even Rong Huan, who had navigated the treacherous waters of the court for over a decade and was accustomed to great storms, wore an expression of indescribable sorrow as he stared blankly at Song Feiwan, unable to utter a word.
Song Feiwan's face was etched with pain; she could not continue speaking, tears streaming down her cheeks like pearls falling from a broken string. Anyone who witnessed this would feel the depth of her feelings for the one she loved.
Some guests began to react, murmuring in sympathy: "So it turns out Miss Song is throwing herself into the lake for His Highness Prince Chen. What a tragic romantic!"
Prince Chen was extraordinary and a rare talent of the age; it was a pity he had passed away so young, a great loss for the entire Da Zhou! At just fourteen, he proposed a land reform plan that benefited countless citizens of Da Zhou, ensuring his legacy would be remembered for generations.
Not only was he a literary genius, but his military prowess was also unparalleled! At eighteen, he entered the battlefield and drove the enemy back relentlessly, pursuing the Khan for eight hundred miles and claiming his head—a true god of war!
His glorious deeds could be recounted for three days and nights without end! Compared to these accomplishments, even his unmatched beauty seemed trivial.
When news of his death spread, it shattered the hearts of countless women in the capital and brought tears to many scholars and poets alike. Such an astonishing talent was taken by an earthquake—truly, heaven was jealous of such brilliance!
Though Song Feiwan appeared to cover her face and weep, she absorbed their lamentations with keen ears. Indeed, when Prince Chen Xiao Yu was mentioned, everyone sighed deeply.
She too believed Xiao Yu should not have died. Yet she felt powerless; she was not the original author of this tale.
As the main antagonist of this story, Xiao Yu was crafted by the author as a character whose mother, Consort Rong, was the champion of this palace intrigue competition—lavishly favored and unmatched in influence. If she desired the position of Empress, even the current Empress would have to yield.
His maternal grandfather, Grand Tutor Rong, held a high-ranking position in court and was revered among scholars; his uncle Rong Huan served as a prime minister—second only to the Emperor himself. His cousin Rong Jiayi was already a third-rank official equivalent to a modern-day Supreme Court Chief Justice.
As for the antagonist Xiao Yu himself, he possessed top-tier looks and talents in both governance and warfare; he was deeply favored by the Emperor and respected by all citizens. With such formidable backing, even if the original male lead Xiao Yan teamed up with his entire maternal family and all his advisors against him, they would still be no match for Xiao Yu.
He was too strong; what could Xiao Yan use to fight against him? Should he rely on his infatuation with the chaotic heart of a wanderer?
From the very beginning, Xiao Yan nearly met his end at the hands of Xiao Yu. The author realized that if the male lead died, the story couldn't continue. So, it had to be Xiao Yu who met his demise instead.
Thus, at the age of eighteen, Xiao Yu was sent to the battlefield. As expected, not only could the enemy nation do nothing to him, but he also slaughtered them mercilessly.
The author then employed a trick: an earthquake! If humans couldn't kill you, surely heaven would take action, right? Without any warning, a natural disaster struck, and finally, Xiao Yu was left with nothing but bones.
When Song Feiwan read about Xiao Yu's death, she couldn't help but curse out loud. Throughout the entire book, he was her favorite character! Despite his erratic mental state, watching him slay gods and buddhas was truly exhilarating!
However, in the author's eyes, the life of the main antagonist didn't hold any value. After Xiao Yu's death, Song Feiwan lost interest in continuing to read; she skimmed through a few pages and then went to sleep.
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