Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Leaving a name to laugh at the world 

On the 15th day of the 8th month in the last year of the Qingfeng era, the Canghuan Kingdom issued an imperial 

edict to the world, announcing the abdication of Emperor Si Cang Juetian. The throne was passed to the current 

crown prince, Si Cang Qing, and the coronation ceremony was held at the Temple of Heaven on the 9th day of the 

9th month.

In the imperial garden, small pavilions and terraces stand amidst the rocks and flowing streams. The early autumn 

breeze is cool and refreshing, gently blowing the light gauze, obscuring the figures within the pavilion. 

With a snap, the black piece blocks the white piece's path. Si Cang Juetian, with a hint of a smile, looks at the 

person opposite him.

Liu Ziwen shrugged, his eyes filled with affection, "Juetian, you won again." 

Although Si Cang Juetian's face was pale, it no longer had a sickly hue. Glancing at Liu Ziwen, he said, "Shixiong,

this habit of yours is not good. Always letting me win will only make my chess skills worse."

"What's the difference?" Liu Ziwen asked with a gentle smile, "Anyway, it's only me who will accompany you to 

play chess." His gaze turned to Si Cang Qing, who was silently sitting nearby, "I wonder how Your Highness's 

chess skills are?" 

Liu Ziwen asked, also casually looking for a topic. It was well known that with Si Cang Qing's temperament, he 

would definitely not waste his energy on "useless" matters.

Si Cang Qing raised his eyes, glanced at Liu Ziwen, then turned his gaze back to the chessboard. After a moment 

of contemplation, he reached out and lightly pressed a white piece... 

The sound of the piece falling echoed. 

The game, which had reached a dead end, was completely transformed by this one move.

The emperor and Liu Ziwen were both taken aback, not expecting Si Cang Qing's chess skills to be so exceptional,

far surpassing their own. 

Si Cang Qing stood up and said calmly: "The world is like chess; it is full of deceptions and hidden strategies," 

and then left without another word.

The white gauze concealed the figure of the indifferent prince, and Liu Ziwen, with a wry smile, lowered his head, 

his eyes deeply fixed on the chessboard where the situation had drastically changed: "Juetian, it seems we are truly

getting old. I even forgot that the prince is the heir of Penglai Pavilion. For him, playing chess is just like setting 

up a formation; how could it possibly be difficult for him?"

The emperor also sighed, "I originally wanted to talk to him about some matters after the ascension..."

"Qing'er is quick-witted and guessed our thoughts right away," the emperor said with a smile, shaking his head.

His health gradually improved. Now, Si Cang Qing handled the affairs of the court properly. He was no longer 

attached to the throne of emperor and issued an order to abdicate. However, after all, he had to hand over a 

kingdom, so today he and Liu Ziwen wanted to talk about the truth under the pretext of watching chess - not just 

about the governance of a country, but more importantly, the pursuit of unifying the world.

The border has become increasingly unstable in recent years...

However, Si Cang Qing also used chess to tell them what he was thinking.

Sitting in seclusion?

With the peace and detachment of an old monk sitting still, he does not get involved in the struggle for hegemony, 

but at the same time, he takes every step carefully and waits for the opportunity, because the moment he makes 

his move will be the day of subversion.

The emperor sighed, "This child is too deep-minded, not like me at all." His ruthlessness and scheming were 

learned from growing up in the intrigue-ridden environment of the royal family. However, Si Cang Qing had been 

detached from the world since he was young, and even with Feng Wufei's teachings, it would be difficult for him 

to have such meticulous thoughts and deeply hidden schemes…

Fortunately, Si Cang Qing is his son.

Liu Ziwen said with a smile: "The prince will be the emperor of a country, it is better this way, he will not be 

played around by others."

Si Cang JueTian nodded, "In that case, I can also rest easy and enjoy my remaining years." With his eyes slightly 

lowered, his voice softened, "Shixiong, what about you?"

The question was vague, but Liu Ziwen understood clearly. He said in a gentle tone, "Haven't we already agreed 

on this? Whether it's stargazing or moon-watching, or drinking tea and discussing poetry, whatever Juetian wants 

to do, Shixiong will accompany you."

“Then..” Si Cang Jue Tian said with a serious expression, earnestly staring into the other person's eyes, "Liu Yi, 

he..." 

"He understands," Liu Ziwen said with a low chuckle, "Although we are father and son, we have never interfered 

in each other's matters. He absolutely respects any choice I make."

"Really?" Si Cang Juetian murmured softly. This was the first time since his recovery that he formally discussed 

the issue of transparency with Liu Ziwen. Now... 

The dreams of their youth were shattered, but fortunately, they still had a long time ahead to build a shared future 

together.

A warm, gentle smile appeared on his face as Si Cang Juetian stood up, as if returning to his youth. He bent 

slightly and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "Juetian asks for your kind care, Shīxiōng ..." 

The tender whisper was carried away by the sudden wind, lingering in the distance for a long time.

The sky is a deep blue, and the sunlight twenty years later is still warm and gentle. 

In the court, the officials of the Ministry of Rites are reporting the arrangements for the grand ceremony one by 

one.

"Your Highness," said the Minister of Rites, "Hongcheng has sent its third prince to our country to attend the 

coronation ceremony. His entourage has already arrived at the post station. Guangyu has sent the emperor's 

younger brother, Prince Dewen. It will take another three days to arrive to attend our country’s grand ceremony.”

"Mm," Si Cang Qing responded calmly, "For this coronation ceremony, you should be cautious and not lose the 

etiquette and majesty of our royal family. Dismiss the court if there's nothing else!" 

Did both Hongcheng Kingdom and Guangyu Kingdom send envoys? Si Cang Qing looked at the secret letter in 

hand with interest…

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

The East Palace is brightly lit.

Si Cang Qing stood by the window, gazing at the upper celestial moon hanging in the west, his entire demeanor 

growing increasingly stern. 

Feng Lan quietly approached him from behind, somewhat puzzled, "Master, it seems like you have something on 

your mind these past few nights..." For over ten days, Si Cang Qing had often gone to bed very late, wearing a 

pensive expression.

Turning around, Si Cang Qing didn't say a word, just gently wrapped Feng Lan in his arms.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees swayed. 

Suddenly, Si Cang Qing, holding Feng Lan, flew out rapidly, spinning a few times in mid-air, and then gently 

landed on the tree trunk.

The night is very quiet. Especially in the East Palace, because Si Cang Qing doesn't like noise, there are even 

fewer people.

The patrolling guards had just left. 

Standing firm, Si Cang Qing released Feng Lan and calmly instructed, "Be careful." Before the echo of his words 

faded, the two flew in opposite directions, and the branches they landed on responded with a rustle.

In the hazy night, a flickering white figure appeared and disappeared, sometimes close, sometimes far away. 

Si Cang Qing was on high alert, his feet swiftly landing on the green tiles of the palace walls, his black attire 

blending into the night.

Feng Lan stood in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the roof above, where black and white figures 

intertwined, exchanging moves that dazzled the eyes, each infused with a chilling killing intent.

Even Si Cang Qing had used all his martial arts. Feng Lan was alarmed and quickly flew up to the roof—there 

were very few people in this world who could make Si Cang Qing use all his strength, and even Qi Shuangran 

didn't necessarily require Si Cang Qing to go all out to deal with.

What kind of person is this? 

There was no time for deep thought; Feng Lan fiercely attacked from behind: he was an elite shadow guard, who 

believed in swift and decisive battles against enemies, regardless of whether it was a sneak attack. 

However, that person's martial arts skills were so powerful that he dodged in time.

However, Feng Lan's involvement clearly put that person at a disadvantage. Seeing the blurry white figure appear 

somewhat unstable, Si Cang Qing knew well that this person had exhausted all their strength during the earlier 

confrontation with him and was already struggling to maintain their form.

Si Cang Qing's body suddenly lunged towards the flickering white shadow, his wrist twisting, transforming his 

fist into a palm. The liuhua sword energy whizzed through, and the originally elusive figure suddenly became 

clear. A face resembling a malevolent spirit from July leaped into view, causing even Si Cang Qing to be slightly 

startled. 

"Duanqing?" Feng Lan exclaimed in surprise.

That person instantly fell from the roof. Si Cang Qing chased after him, only to find that the person had already 

vanished without a trace. 

Feng Lan, following closely behind Si Cang Qing, was extremely astonished, "Master, it's the Duanqing Divine 

Skill!" 

"Hmm."

"The Elder of Duanqing art has long since passed away. How could there still be people in this world who practice

Duanqing Divine Arts?" Feng Lan frowned in confusion, "How could anyone still learn such a self-destructive 

and malicious martial art?"

Si Cang Qing's eyes were stern as he looked at the place where the assassin had disappeared. No matter how 

malicious the technique of severing emotions was, there would always be someone willing to learn it. Was the 

greed of martial artists still low? For the sake of supreme power, what wouldn't they do? This was not important; 

what mattered was how that person had managed to master the technique of severing emotions!

"Master, we should strengthen the palace's defenses a bit more these days!" 

"You handle it," Si Cang Qing turned and walked towards the sleeping quarters. Nowadays, most of the palace 

guards had been rigorously trained by his shadow guards, and their skills were not weak, but they were 

incomparable to the Duanqing Divine Skill. 

However…

The decayed face of the man just now showed that his power was greatly depleted, and it would be difficult for 

him to recover in the near future.

Si Cang Qing's eyes were cold. Guangyu country? Perhaps, some people in Hongcheng Country must have 

contributed to this! He had no ambition to dominate, but he was not one to sit and wait for death. If…

The day another country invades our land will be the day of their demise! 

On the ninth day of the ninth month, the weather is fine and sunny.

Just like more than two years ago, the officials of the court stood solemnly on either side of the terrace steps; 

at the top of the terrace was Emperor Si Cang JueTian, dressed wearing a dark imperial dragon robe, with the 

altar for the heavenly sacrifice behind him.

Si Cang Qing, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, walked step by step towards the high platform, 

accompanied by Feng Lan in the attire of the Red Lotus palace robes.

At the head of the officials, on either side were envoys from other countries. Si Cang Qing walked straight ahead, 

not glancing sideways, passing in front of them. The young prince from Guangyu Kingdom had a strange 

expression, staring intently at Si Cang Qing; while on the right side, the envoy from Hongcheng Kingdom, the 

third prince Cheng TianYi, appeared cultured and refined, his demeanor respectful. 

Stopping in front of Si Cang JueTian, Si Cang Qing and Feng Lan knelt on one knee in front of him, bowing their 

heads slightly.

Without any unexpected situations, the ceremony of Si Cang JueTian's abdication to the throne and Si Cang 

Qing's enthronement ceremony went on peacefully and smoothly. When the old emperor put the twelve-tassel 

crown on Si Cang Qing and helped him stand up, all the people from Canghuan Kingdom who were watching the 

ceremony knelt down and kowtowed.

"God bless our emperor, and may the world be prosperous and peaceful forever. Long live our emperor!"

Si Cang Qing glanced at the whole place calmly, his voice low and penetrating, "Stand up!"

His gaze lightly swept over the seats of the Hongcheng Kingdom, and Cheng TianYi slightly nodded at Si Cang 

Qing, smiling with deep meaning…

On the ninth day of the ninth month in the last year of the Qingfeng era, eighteen-year-old Si Cang Qing ascended 

the throne as the new emperor of the Canghuan Kingdom, renaming the kingdom to Qianyuan. From then on, the 

history of the Canghuan Kingdom opened a new chapter, and the situation in the world underwent a great change. 

Before long, the war between the Canghuan Kingdom and the Guangyu Kingdom began.

The "Struggle for Hegemony in the World" chapter of "A Brief History of Canghuan" says:

In the summer of the first year of the Qianyuan era, Guangyu dispatched troops to invade several key cities of the 

Canghuan Kingdom;

The emperor appointed General Anping as the Grand Marshal of the Western Expedition, and 

within three months, he recovered the lost territory;

In the eleventh month of the first year, the Emperor personally led the campaign, marching southwest;

In May of the second year, Flattened the eight towns of Guangyu;

June, with Hong Cheng, divided the world and swore an alliance;

In August, an alliance was formed through marriage, and the emperor appointed the twelfth prince, 

Cheng TianYang, as the Empress of the Western Palace.

From then on, the world enjoyed two years of peace.

 — —§Volume 1: Who controls the fate of the Crimson Lotus Prince§End§— — 

Then……

Let's see? [Volume 2: I Am the Only One, the New King of the World]

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