The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress!

A2 C65 - An Unfinished Business

Emperor Yan was the victor of the last dynasty's power struggle. The world was in chaos, and there were a lot of cries. He and the former emperor embedded loyalty into soldiers, raised flags to signify rebirth, and recreated Dayan's now century-old foundation.

(TL: I translated Dayan before as Great Yan but I'll change it now to the former because I'm too lazy :P)

It's just that when he ascended the throne as the new Emperor, his trust was exhausted by the years, leaving only a pessimistic, sensitive, and cynical Emperor.

When Emperor Yan entered the inner hall from the outside, all the officials stood up and saluted, shouting Long Live. The chant was reverent through the palace, with the momentum as tough as a mountain, with echoes that lasted for a long time.

Chu Xinian looked out of the door without a trace, and saw a middle-aged man wearing an Emperor's crown, sitting on a dragon throne surrounded by court ladies, and the twelve-pearl jade crown hanging down in front of his eyes, covering his eyes and making people feel uneasy. Difficult to glimpse into his emotions.

Emperor Yan's voice was low, tracing with nobility: "You may all rise."

"We're gratified, Your Majesty—"

Everyone accepted the gifts from the Emperor and then sat down one after another. Chu Xinian saw a general-like figure wearing silver-scale armor guarding Emperor Yan, with an aura as deep as an abyss, and a figure as stable as a mountain. He guessed it was Zhou Wenchen, the commander of the Imperial Army.

Just looking at the surface, one cannot detect any loopholes for a while.

Chu Xinian refocused his attention on Xie Jingyuan, tapped his fingertips on the table lightly, continued the topic just now, and asked in a low voice meaningfully: "Who should I get rid of so that the General can also give the rest of his life to me?"

Xie Jingyuan hooked his lips and asked back: "You want my life that much?"

Chu Xinian looked at him seriously: "Instead of letting the General give his life to others easily, it is better to give it to me, right?"

When he said this, he held Xie Jingyuan's hand under the table and clasped it tightly.

For some reason, Xie Jingyuan's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, he struggled for a moment but was pulled even tighter by the other party. When Emperor Yan looked down and found that Xie Jingyuan was also coming to the banquet, he asked aloud:

"General Xie has been ill for a long time, and now that he finally came to the banquet today, he looks a little less ill than before, which indicates that Tai Shiling's calculation is correct. Take good care of yourself as you are the pillar of this Great Dynasty, thus Zhen will still need to rely on you a lot in the future."

(TL: The emperor referred to himself as Zhen (朕))

From the perspective of outsiders, even if Xie Jingyuan did not go to court for a long time, he was still a noble family, which drew the Emperor's recurring concerns and inquiries. However, Chu Xinian heard a bit of alienation and suspicion. He moved his lips to Xie Jingyuan silently, and said words: "Hide your strength and bid your time."

The Prince also implied the same thing, looked at Xie Jingyuan without any trace, shook his head at him, and signaled him to continue pretending to be sick.

Xie Jingyuan stood up and thanked Emperor Yan, lowering his eyes to cover the expression in his eyes. He covered his lips with his palm, his voice was hoarse, his face was pale and weak as if he could die at any moment: "Many thanks, Your Majesty, for your concern..."