abc-du-gratuit Chapter 1161 - 1102. News Of Unification Reached Xiapi
Chapter 1161 - 1102. News Of Unification Reached Xiapi
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He interjected occasionally, asking highly specific, piercing questions about tax yields and crop rotations that forced the sweating officials to constantly double check their ledgers. As the agricultural report concluded and Chen Gong, Minister of Law, stepped forward to present a petition regarding maritime law in the eastern ports, a subtle, almost invisible shift occurred at the periphery of the throne.
A young man, dressed in the dark, unassuming tunic of a palace page, slipped silently from the shadows behind the towering pillars. He moved with the absolute, supernatural grace of an Oriole Agent.
He approached the raised dais, his head bowed, and completely bypassed the standard, heavily guarded bureaucratic channels. He stepped up beside the senior Imperial Maid who stood in constant attendance near the Emperor’s elbow.
The Oriole Agent slipped a small, tightly sealed bamboo tube into the maid’s hand, offered a microscopic nod, and vanished back into the shadows before the majority of the court even registered his presence.
The Imperial Maid, trained to absolute perfection, seamlessly stepped forward. She carefully extracted a small, finely woven silk scroll from the bamboo tube. Waiting for a natural pause in the Minister of Justice’s presentation, she bowed deeply and offered the scroll to the Emperor with both hands.
"A priority dispatch from the western theater, Your Imperial Majesty," she murmured softly.
Lie Fan raised a hand, pausing the Minister of Justice mid-sentence. The entire, massive court fell into immediate, breathless silence, recognizing that a direct dispatch delivered via the Oriole network superseded all other matters of state.
Lie Fan unrolled the small silk scroll. His dark eyes scanned the dense, coded calligraphy written by Chancellor Jia Xu’s spymasters, relaying the direct, official report from Chen Deng and Fa Zheng.
He read of the horrific bombardment. He read of the betrayals of Yan Xing and Cheng Li. He read of the desperate, final stand of the three lords, and their subsequent execution. And finally, he read the absolute, unequivocal confirmation that the Qinghai Plateau and Liang Province were fully subjugated.
Lie Fan read the last line of the report. The map was complete.
For a long, heavy moment, the Emperor of Hengyuan simply stared at the silk in his hands. The crushing, immense weight of a lifetime of warfare, of endless strategic planning, of blood and betrayal and sacrifice, suddenly lifted from his shoulders. He had actually done it. He had achieved the impossible.
A low rumble began deep within Lie Fan’s chest. It rose through his throat, breaking past the strict, stoic discipline of the throne, and erupted into the silent hall as a massive, booming, entirely uninhibited laugh.
The sound was startling. It was rich, deep, and filled with a profound, earth shattering joy that echoed off the high, gilded ceilings of the throne room.
The hundreds of officials gathered in the court exchanged bewildered, wide eyed glances. It was incredibly rare for the Emperor to break protocol with such a display of raw emotion during a formal session.
Standing at his designated position at the head of the civil officials, Chancellor Jia Xu stepped forward. His dark, calculating eyes studied the Emperor, his sharp mind already deducing the likely contents of the dispatch.
"Your Imperial Majesty," Jia Xu spoke, his raspy voice cutting through the echoing laughter, his tone perfectly respectful but laced with genuine curiosity. "If I may humbly ask... what glorious tidings does this dispatch bear, that it causes the Son of Heaven to react with such profound joy?"
Lie Fan slowly lowered the silk scroll. His laughter subsided into a wide, brilliant smile that entirely transformed his usually intimidating, predatory features. He looked out over the sea of his ministers, his eyes shining with the light of a realized destiny.
"My loyal ministers," Lie Fan announced, his voice ringing with a majestic, absolute authority that sent shivers down the spines of every man in the room. "The dispatch is from Fa Zheng and Chen Deng. The western campaign is concluded."
Lie Fan stood up from the Dragon Throne. The sheer, overwhelming presence of the sovereign seemed to fill the massive hall.
"The League of Northwestern Lords has been entirely eradicated," Lie Fan declared, his voice echoing like thunder. "The tribal rebellions have been crushed. The independent kingdoms of the plateau have surrendered their crowns. As of this morning, the Qinghai Plateau and the entirety of Liang Province are firmly, permanently under the absolute control of our vanguard."
He raised the silk scroll high into the air, presenting the physical proof of their ultimate victory to the heavens.
"The era of chaos is dead!" Lie Fan roared, the magnificent, terrifying truth finally unleashed upon the world. "From the eastern oceans to the western deserts, from the northern steppes to the southern jungles... the entire land is now exclusively under the banner of the Hengyuan Dynasty! The unification of the earth has been achieved! The Mandate of Heaven rests fully, unequivocally, and eternally in our hands!"
The silence that followed his declaration was absolute. It was the stunned, breathless silence of men realizing that they were standing at the exact epicenter of history. The decades of endless, bloody warlord squabbles, the burning of Luoyang, the shattered alliances, it was all finally, truly over.
And then, the court broke.
It was a spontaneous, overwhelming wave of pure, ecstatic reverence. The hundreds of ministers, generals, and provincial governors simultaneously dropped to their knees, their heavy silk robes pooling on the polished stone floor.
They prostrated themselves before the raised dais, pressing their foreheads to the ground in absolute, unadulterated devotion.
"LONG LIVE YOUR IMPERIAL MAJESTY! LONG LIVE THE HENGYUAN DYNASTY!"
The chant erupted from hundreds of throats, a deafening, fanatical roar of triumph that shook the very foundations of the Imperial Palace.
"MAY THE REIGN OF THE BLACK DRAGON BE EVERLASTING! MAY YOUR GLORY SHINE TO ETERNITY!"
Lie Fan stood before the Dragon Throne, looking down at the sea of prostrate, weeping, joyous men who formed the bureaucratic spine of his newly unified world. He felt a profound, deeply humbling surge of gratitude for the brilliant minds and the sharp swords that had helped him build this empire.
He smiled warmly, raising both of his hands in a gesture of magnanimous grace.
"I thank you all," Lie Fan spoke, his voice carrying clearly over the echoing cheers. "This victory belongs to the blood and the sweat of every man who marched for our banners, and every minister who labored in our halls. Please, stand up. Rise, architects of the new world."
The court slowly rose to their feet, the officials wiping tears of joy from their eyes, their faces flushed with the incredible euphoria of total victory.
Lie Fan did not sit back down. The unification was a monumental achievement, but a true sovereign knew that a victory must be immediately cemented in the cultural consciousness of the empire.
He turned his piercing gaze toward the ranks of the civil ministers, locking eyes with a man dressed in immaculate, flowing robes of deep purple.
"Minister Lu Su," Lie Fan called out, his tone shifting from ecstatic triumph to crisp, imperial command.
Lu Su, the Master of Rites, immediately stepped forward from the ranks, bowing deeply. "Your Imperial Majesty commands."
"Months ago, when the central plains finally fell quiet, I asked you to begin the preliminary, theoretical preparations for a grand celebration. A celebration not just of a single battle, but of the ultimate unification of the earth," Lie Fan said, his eyes gleaming with grand design. "Tell me, Zijing. Have those preparations been finalized?"
Lu Su nodded his head, a wide, proud smile touching his lips. He was the greatest diplomat and orchestrator of grand optics in the empire, he had been dreaming of this exact logistical challenge for years.
"I have indeed made the preparations, Your Majesty," Lu Su confirmed, his voice ringing with absolute confidence. "The logistical frameworks for the banquets, the parade routes for the victorious armies, the ceremonial rites to honor the heavens and the ancestors, they are all perfectly outlined."
"The Imperial Kitchens have stockpiled the finest wines, and the weavers have been working day and night on the celebratory banners. I only await Your Majesty’s divine word on when the celebration shall be held, and your authorization to dispatch the letters of invitation to the high ranking nobles, vassal kings, and tributary lords outside of the capital."
"Excellent work, Zijing. Your foresight is a treasure to this court," Lie Fan praised him warmly.
Lie Fan clasped his hands behind his back, his strategic mind rapidly calculating the marching times of the western armies and the travel times for the distant southern dignitaries.
"Then let the drums of peace be sounded," Lie Fan decreed. "We shall hold the Grand Unification Celebration exactly one month and a half from today. That will provide ample time for the grandest preparations."
Lie Fan’s gaze swept over the military attachés. "Issue the immediate recall orders. I want all of the top generals and supreme advisors from every single imperial army to return to Xiapi. And that explicitly includes Marshal Huang Zhong, Marshal Zhang Ren, Chen Deng, Fa Zheng, and the vanguard currently freezing in the west consolidating the Qinghai Plateau and Liang Province. The fighting is done. I want the men who built this empire standing by my side when we present it to the heavens."
"I receive Your Majesty’s explicit command," Lu Su bowed deeply, cupping his hands. "The edicts of recall and the imperial invitations shall be dispatched by the fastest couriers before noon."
With the grand optics handled, Lie Fan immediately pivoted to the brutal, unglamorous reality of bureaucratic consequence. A grand celebration was wonderful, but the empire still needed to function.
He turned his gaze toward the tall, serene figure of Zhuge Liang, the brilliant Minister of Personnel.
"Minister Zhuge," Lie Fan addressed the Sleeping Dragon.
Zhuge Liang stepped forward, gently closing his signature white feather fan, and bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty."
"A celebration of this magnitude cannot be a brief, passing moment," Lie Fan stated thoughtfully. "I intend to declare the day of the celebration, and the two days following it, as absolute, empire wide holidays. No one shall labor in the fields, the markets shall be dedicated solely to festival goods, and there shall be absolutely no official work conducted within the government ministries."
Lie Fan leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with administrative pragmatism. "However, I know the sheer volume of paper that flows through this palace daily. Tell me honestly, Kongming. If I mandate a complete, three day halt to the imperial bureaucracy, exactly how massive of a backlog will it cause for our scribes and magistrates, and how quickly can the ministries recover from the delay?"
Zhuge Liang remained perfectly still, the brilliant mind of the Sleeping Dragon churning with a speed that rivaled the most complex clockwork mechanisms. The Emperor had asked for honesty, and when it came to the gargantuan, continent spanning bureaucracy of the Hengyuan Dynasty, honesty usually meant delivering difficult truths.
He slowly opened his white feather fan, a subtle gesture that always preceded his most profound administrative calculations.
"To be perfectly honest, Your Imperial Majesty," Zhuge Liang began, his melodious voice carrying clearly through the silent hall, "a complete, three day halt to the imperial bureaucracy will undoubtedly cause a very significant delay. The machinery of our state is massive. We are not merely talking about the scribes here in the capital, this involves the entire bureaucratic structure from top to bottom. Every provincial governor, every local magistrate, every tax collector, and every customs official across the newly unified continent."
Zhuge Liang paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he finalized the mental math. "If the brushes stop moving for three days, the compounding effect across the provinces will be severe. The delay will equate to approximately four to five days of intensive, backlogged work for the entire bureaucracy to process once the holiday concludes. Petitions will pile up, trade tariffs will stall at the ports, and the integration ledgers for the western territories will be temporarily frozen."
Lie Fan nodded his head slowly, absorbing the brutal, pragmatic reality of governance. He had expected as much. The empire was too large to simply hit pause without consequence.
He opened his mouth to respond, perhaps to suggest a staggered holiday schedule for the essential ministries, but before he could utter a word, Zhuge Liang continued, his serene expression softening into a rare, deeply genuine smile.
"However, Your Majesty," Zhuge Liang said, raising his voice slightly so it carried to the furthest corners of the grand hall. "Even though it will result in a mountain of incredibly hard work, and our scribes will likely curse the paper they write upon for a week... I can assure you that every single official in this empire will happily shoulder that burden. To be given the chance to truly, freely celebrate the absolute unification of the land, a dream that has bled this continent for generations, is a gift beyond measure. The backlog is a small, insignificant price to pay for the dawn of an eternal peace."
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Name: Lie Fan
Title: Founding Emperor Of Hengyuan Dynasty
Age: 36 (203 AD)
Level: 16
Next Level: 462,000
Renown: 2325
Cultivation: Yin Yang Separation (level 11)
SP: 1,121,700
ATTRIBUTE POINTS
STR: 1,010 (+20)
VIT: 659 (+20)
AGI: 653 (+10)
INT: 691
CHR: 98
WIS: 569
WILL: 436
ATR Points: 0