Chapter 229: Han Fei Hangs Himself in the Han Dungeon! Victory News Reaches Qin, the Qin Emperor is Shocked!
In the Han dungeon.
The dejected Han Fei slowly put down the pen in his hand.
He picked up the freshly written content and examined it carefully under the dim candlelight.
On the right side of the small table in front of him, a thick stack of papers had already been piled up.
They were densely packed with his theories on the legal system and the protocols for its implementation.
At a rough glance, he had written no less than several dozen pages.
Holding the latest page, Han Fei couldn’t help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
“Who would have thought, who would have thought, that I, Han Fei, would one day die in this prison.”
“But being able to leave this posthumous work for future generations also fulfills one of my wishes.”
“However, it is a pity, both Han Fei and I have the heart to change the world, but time does not wait for us.”
As he spoke, a wave of sorrow welled up in him.
When he first returned from the Minor Sage Manor, he was in high spirits.
Determined to change his country and benefit the world.
But in the end, he had to rely on his sister sacrificing her happiness to survive.
The pride of a scholar did not allow him to do so!
Han Fei carefully placed the last page of his work on the pile.
“I hope that what I have left can be of some help to future generations!”
He then stood up slowly and untied the belt around his waist.
He placed his foot on a log that served as a pillow.
With a forceful throw of his right hand, he hung the belt on the crossbeam.
After tying a dead knot, he tightly grasped the belt with both hands.
He looked up, and his gaze fell on the air vent of the cell.
A round full moon filled the entire window.
The moonlight was bright and pure.
Han Fei felt a pang of emotion.
According to the time calculation, if there was no accident, today should be the day Hongliang arrived in Zhao State.
Now the night was deep, presumably the wedding arrangements had also finished.
Thinking of Hongliang, who had to agree to a political marriage to save his life, Han Fei felt immense guilt.
No one knew his sister’s temperament better than he did.
Marrying far away to Zhao State, to a man she did not love.
Losing her freedom ever after.
It was no different from clipping the wings of a bird.
All of this happened because he still held a sliver of hope for the Han Emperor.
If he hadn’t insisted on returning to Han to advise, if he hadn’t pulled Hongliang back with him.
How could things have come to this point?
Han Fei’s eyes blurred, tears flowed down his cheeks.
With sorrow, he said, “Hongliang, it was your elder brother who harmed you!”
“Sacrificing your happiness to save my life, how can I face the teacher, how can I have the face to linger in this world!”
“Father was foolish, unable to recognize people, the court was in chaos with demons.”
“The king is not wise, the ministers are not loyal, Han will perish, Han will perish!”
He had already decided to die, now he no longer cared about the loyalty between ruler and subject.
He just wanted to vent all the grievances he had suppressed for so long.
I’m about to die, can’t I curse to my heart’s content?
“The monarch is foolish and incompetent, cowardly and inept.”
“There are treacherous officials in the court, wielding power through deceit, harming the nation.”
“Heaven is about to destroy my Han, heaven is about to destroy my Han!”
The more Han Fei cursed, the more agitated he became, and the more satisfied he felt.
Cursing freely, he felt an immense relief in his heart.
He had grand ambitions but no opportunity to realize them, his frustration beyond words.
In the end, he simply burst into loud laughter.
Passionately, he declared, “The Emperor of Han is dim-witted, trusting treacherous officials over his own kin.”
“Stubbornly isolated, courting disaster on his own.”
“Pity my Han people suffering with him, lament my Han kingdom in turmoil, hate the treacherous officials in power, pity me, Han Fei, for having the will but not the strength!”
Han Fei’s voice was filled with tears, his heart utterly desolate.
Finally, he sighed in despair, “Heaven did not bring Han Feizi into existence; the laws would remain in darkness forever!”
“I, Han Fei, leave now!”
Han Fei resolutely and unhesitatingly put his head into the loop formed by his belt.
Just as he was about to kick over the beam beneath him.
A crisp oriole-like voice rang out.
“Brother, what are you doing?”
Han Fei was startled!
That voice, why did it sound like his sister Honglian?
An illusion, it must be an illusion!
Hongliang had already married into Zhao for peace, probably already in the bridal chamber by now.
How could she appear in this prison?
Even if there were a great evil today, it could not shake Han Fei’s resolve to die!
Han Fei gritted his teeth, his toes suddenly exerting force.
But at this moment, the voice rang out again.
“Brother, are you committing suicide?”
Han Fei was stunned.
The voice came from behind him, so it wasn’t a heart demon?
Behind him?
He stood on the beam, stiffly and slowly turning around.
Outside the cell, four figures stood.
Looking at him with strange expressions.
The pink figure with a blank expression, wasn’t it Hongliang, who had been married away for peace?
Next to her, Li Mo had a strange look on his face, his mouth twitching.
Yan Lingji pursed her lips tightly, holding back the urge to laugh.
Li Wu, who had brought them over, wasn’t doing much better, her face red from suppressing laughter.
The cell fell into a deathly silence.
Li Mo could truly understand Han Fei’s feelings.
Using his sister’s happiness to trade for his own survival, his heart was filled with guilt!
Unable to achieve his ambitions, his heart was in utter despair.
It would be better to just die!
Scholars have pride, and Han Fei certainly had it.
He would rather live standing than die kneeling!
It’s just that the timing of his death was a bit inopportune.
“Honglian? Mister~?”
Han Fei was a bit bewildered.
He wasn’t concerned about why Hongliang had returned.
He just wanted to know, when did they arrive!
“Why are you here?”
Hongliang looked at his hanging posture, blinking her eyes.
“Why don’t you come down first, then we’ll talk?”
Han Fei found it very reasonable, “Okay, okay.”
Hongliang had returned, so why die now?
He was very excited.
His body trembled with excitement.
Before he could untie the belt around his neck, his foot suddenly slipped.
The beam made a clanging sound, rolling far away.
Han Fei’s feet immediately left the ground, his eyes rolled back as he was strangled.
His body began to convulse uncontrollably.
Instinctively, he stretched out his arms.
Drooling from his mouth, “Save… save… me…”
Hongliang screamed in fright, “Brother!”
In a flash, with a clang, Li Wu’s sword left its sheath.
A sword aura severed the belt around Han Fei’s neck from a distance.
Han Fei immediately fell like a heavy sack.
He hit the back of his head, blacked out, and lay motionless on the ground.
Hongliangs face turned pale with fright, rattling the cell door loudly.
“Brother, brother, wake up!”
Li Wu didn’t hesitate, not even bothering to take out the key from her waist.
She pulled Hongliang aside and with a swing of her sword, broke the iron lock on the cell door.
Hongliang rushed through the door and darted to Han Fei’s side.
She grabbed his collar and cried loudly.
“Royal Brother, wake up, Royal Brother, don’t die!”
“Royal Brother! Royal Brother!”
Seeing no response after several calls, Hongliang got extremely anxious.
She raised her small hand and slapped several times.
“Royal Brother, wake up! Royal Brother, wake up!”
Li Mo, who was about to come over to check, twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Too brutal!
Yan Lingji and Li Wu widened their eyes in unison.
They wanted to say, it’s actually enough to pinch the philtrum!
But Hongliang didn’t give them a chance to speak.
Her hand rose and fell, and the crisp sound of slaps echoed through the entire cell.
“Hongliang, what are you doing?”
Under her brutal treatment, it really woke Han Fei up.
His eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Hongliang, her hand raised with tears streaming down her face.
Hongliang reacted very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, she changed the direction of her falling hand.
She grabbed Han Fei’s collar instead.
And burst into tears.
“Royal Brother, I thought you were dead!”
Dead, indeed, almost beaten to death by her!
“Royal Brother is fine, by the way, how did you come back?”
Han Fei felt relieved and touched his own cheek in confusion.
It was burning, and even talking was painful.
It didn’t make sense, I clearly hit the back of my head just now.
Why does my face hurt?
Hongliang pouted at Li Mo: “He brought me back.”
“Sir?”
Han Fei gradually regained his clarity and saw Li Mo and others standing beside him.
“Bai Xianwu? What on earth is going on?”
When he saw Bai Xianwu standing beside Li Mo, he was shocked.
Bai Xianwu’s respectful appearance left him baffled.
Li Wu stood next to Li Mo, looking down at Han Fei.
“This general is a traitor to the current dynasty, is it surprising that I would choose to defect to Qin?”
Han Fei froze like a statue.
They heard it, they really heard it!
Thinking about Han Fei’s unruly behavior just now, Yan Lingji couldn’t help but want to laugh.
She tried to hold it in, her shoulders shaking.
Li Mo patted her, indicating that she shouldn’t mock Han Fei.
In these situations, we should be comforting him.
“Heaven did not create Han Feizi, the legal system would be as eternal as night, Brother Han has such literary talent!”
For example, we can praise his literary talent!
Li Mo nodded appreciatively, sincerely complimenting him.
Han Fei instantly felt exposed!
There are generally two types of death.
One is physiological death, and the other is social death.
The good news is that I’m not physiologically dead.
The bad news is, social death is worse than physiological death!
A sense of shame immediately made his face flush.
Han Fei, well-read as he was, had an agile mind.
He cried out in pain: “My head hurts!”
Then he rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and fainted again.
Qin Empire.
A few days had passed since the fall of Han Empire.
The news was urgently delivered to Xianyang.
After reading the report in his hand, Ying Zheng slammed the desk with his palm and stood up abruptly!
His tiger-like eyes shone with light, unable to hide his shock.
Three days!
In just three days, without losing a single Qin soldier, without spending a single grain of Qin, the National Advisor alone captured the Emperor of Han and opened the city gates to welcome the Qin army.
Now all the cities and passes of Han are taken over by the Qin army.
The troops stationed in Xinzheng firmly controlled Han.
Ying Zheng clenched his fists.
Tightened and loosened, tightened and loosened.
His lips moved, and finally, he shouted, “Good!”
Zhao Gao, who served at his side, thought quickly.
Although he didn’t know why Ying Zheng said good, now was the time to flatter.
“Congratulations, Your Majesty. Congratulations!”
Ying Zheng looked at him sideways.
“Go notify the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers to enter the palace for discussion immediately.”
Han Empire is now part of the Qin territory, so stabilizing the people’s hearts is the top priority.
Sending people to take over local governance couldn’t wait.
Zhao Gao ran out.
After he left, Ying Zheng suddenly remembered something.
Picking up the memorial on the table again for a look.
His face beamed with joy.
“I must show my mother that the National Advisor is not just teaching me rhetoric.”
He stuffed the memorial into his sleeve and walked briskly towards Zhao Ji.
Although Zhao Ji had given him the great seal and power, he still needed to inform her of such a significant matter.
Seeing the delighted look on Ying Zheng’s face, Zhao Ji was indeed astonished.
Ying Zheng had become increasingly composed in recent times.
He had mastered the art of concealing his emotions.
No matter the occasion, he always maintained a calm demeanor.
But at this moment, anyone could see that he was in high spirits.
“What has gotten you so happy? Rushing around without any decorum?”
Zhao Ji was sitting at her dressing table, grooming herself.
She couldn’t be bothered to turn her head, only glancing at the briskly striding Ying Zheng through the bronze mirror in front of her, and admonished him indifferently.
After all, he was still young and impetuous.
Look at your mother, how well she maintains her composure.
Ying Zheng quickly slowed his pace.
Stopping a bit behind Zhao Ji, he collected himself.
In a calm tone, he said, “Mother, a memorial has arrived from the front lines: the National Advisor captured Han within three days and took Emperor Han alive.”
“What?! Oh my!”
Zhao Ji immediately stood up as if pricked by a needle.
She turned and bumped into the maid who was combing her hair.
“Forgive me, Empress Dowager, forgive me.”
The maid took several steps back from being bumped, and knelt down begging for forgiveness in fear.
Zhao Ji had no time to acknowledge her at this moment.
She hurried over to Ying Zheng, incredulous, “Han is finished?”
Just a few days ago, they were discussing how to attack Han, and now it was suddenly captured?
Ying Zheng was also deeply stirred.
“It’s gone!”
Zhao Ji took a deep breath.
Only then did she confirm she had heard correctly.
Moreover, Ying Zheng would never joke about such matters; he wasn’t one to joke at all!
“How many days did you say?”
“Three days.”
“Three days.”
Zhao Ji’s red lips moved, utterly disbelieving.
In three days, at most, they could only reach Xinzheng from Hangu Pass.
Even if there were more cities that resisted for a bit longer, Han couldn’t have been captured so quickly.
“Who led the army to capture Han? Wang Jian? Li Xin? Or that young general Meng Tian?”
Ying Zheng gave Zhao Ji a peculiar look.
So you didn’t hear a word I said just now.
He clearly repeated: “It was the National Advisor alone, without deploying a single soldier or a single grain from Qin.”
Zhao Ji felt her mind go blank.
Even her reaction was half a second slow.
She stared straight at Ying Zheng, her eyes widening: “Who did you say?”
Ying Zheng raised his voice a bit: “The National Advisor.”
“The National Advisor?”
It wasn’t that Zhao Ji didn’t believe Ying Zheng, nor that she doubted Li Mo’s abilities.
It was just that, when did this bastard go to Han, and how did she know nothing about it?
Luckily, he captured Han.
If it had turned out like last time, with her now stripped of any power, how could she have saved him?
Zhao Ji wasn’t happy about Han’s destruction.
Instead, she felt a wave of fear.
After Ying Zheng explained the whole story, she finally understood.
“This bastard… where did he get the courage, where did he get this confidence?”
A single person bringing down a nation in three days.
It’s something others wouldn’t even dare to dream of, but he not only said it but also did it.
Not only did he do it, but he succeeded!
Ying Zheng’s eyes flickered, and he murmured, “But didn’t the National Advisor accomplish it?”
Hearing this, Zhao Ji was furious.
She shouted, “Accomplished? What if he hadn’t?”
She stared intently at Ying Zheng, her face serious.
“He acts recklessly, and you follow suit. Such an important matter, why didn’t you discuss it with me?”
“If anything had happened to the National Advisor, you’d have regretted it too late!”
With each scolding word, Zhao Ji took a step forward, and Ying Zheng kept backing up from her scolding.
Moreover, he couldn’t talk back!
Firstly, she was his mother, and secondly, what his mother said did make sense.
If anyone else in the world dared to say that to him, they would have been chopped up many times over long ago.
Ying Zheng pursed his lips innocently after she finished cursing and said, “The National Advisor said he had a surprise for you.”
Zhao Ji sucked in a breath, as if choked and unable to speak.
Another surprise?
More like a fright!
Ying Zheng walked back, and Zhao Ji angrily sat down.
Her heart was filled with rage and resentment.
He said he would visit her every few days, but he hasn’t come once.
He didn’t even inform her he was going to Han.
I really believed your nonsense!
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