My subjects are too rebellious!

In the early morning light, the sea was covered with layers of golden light. Two huge fleets slowly left the port with their flags fluttering.

Chen Qingzhi and Cao Cao followed Qin Chuan's order and set out together, leading their respective elite troops, conscripted laborers, highly skilled craftsmen and civilians who volunteered to go overseas.

On Chen Qianzhi's fleet, the soldiers were dressed in silver armor that shone brightly in the sun, their eyes revealing determination and fearlessness.

Cao Cao's fleet, on the other hand, was known for its steadiness, and most of his soldiers were northern heroes, wearing heavy armor, holding spears and swords, and were very imposing.

Cao Cao himself stood on the flagship, gazing deep into the unknown sea in the distance.

What awaits them ahead is also unknown, but with the nautical chart, they can accurately identify the direction.

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Liewudong was the capital of the U-Tsang Xuanwei Division.

At the same time, it is also the residence of King Chanhua.

Thirty miles away from this majestic city, there is a small town called Chaliba. Although it is not as prosperous as Liewudong, it also has its own unique style.

In the city of Chaliba, there is a handsome Han young man and a beautiful Tibetan girl.

They met by chance in a market. The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry. Their eyes met inadvertently, and it seemed as if the whole world stopped.

A young Han man from a small town in the Central Plains came to the U-Tsang Xuanwei Office for his family business. He was just a passer-by, but by chance, he stayed in Chaliba City.

He was smart and hardworking, and soon won the respect and love of the local people.

The Tibetan girl is a rare flower in the city of Chaliba. She has skin as pure and flawless as a snow-capped mountain, her eyes sparkling with star-like light, and her singing is like the sound of nature that can penetrate the softest part of people's hearts.

At first, not everyone was optimistic about their love.

After all, in that era, the boundaries between nations were still clear, and crossing such boundaries required great courage and determination.

However, they were not bound by worldly views, but firmly chose each other.

They strolled together on the grassland outside the city of Chaliba, watching the sunrise and sunset and listening to the wind and birds singing.

As time went by, their love grew deeper.

However, fate always seems to cast a shadow on people when they are happiest.

King Chanhua, the ruler with supreme power in the U-Tsang Xuanwei Office, also noticed the beauty and innocence of the Tibetan girl.

Relying on his power and status, he decided to bring the girl into his palace and make her his private property with just a few words.

When the Han youth heard the news, they felt heartbroken.

He couldn't bear to watch his beloved being taken away, and he couldn't tolerate the injustice of such power.

So, he plucked up his courage, stepped forward, found the men sent by King Chanhua, and tried to save this dying love through theory and negotiation.

However, the reality is cruel.

In the face of power, personal emotions seem so small and powerless.

King Chanhua's subordinates simply didn't bother to listen to any of his explanations and just coldly carried out their master's orders.

The Han youth was ruthlessly beaten and severely injured. He fell to the ground, and the blood stained his clothes red, as well as the land where he and his lover had once walked together.

The girl witnessed all this and felt heartbroken.

She cried and begged, but could not change this cruel reality.

At that moment, the sky seemed to have lost its color, covered with dark clouds and thunder, as if even the heavens were crying for this innocent couple.

Although the boy's body was seriously injured, there was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, which was a persistence in love and a defense of dignity.

However, King Chanhua's men were like cold-blooded beasts, without any mercy or sympathy.

Regardless of the boy's injuries, they forcibly brought him and the girl to King Chanhua.

The palace is magnificent, yet filled with an atmosphere of oppression and despair. Every pillar and every floor tile seems to be telling of the countless injustices and tragedies that have occurred here.

King Chanhua sat on a high throne with a contemptuous smile on his face. In his eyes there was only the desire for power and possession of beauty. He did not care about the feelings of the couple at all.

He began to insult the Tibetan girl in front of the teenager. His vile words and shameless behavior were simply outrageous.

In this heartbreaking scene, King Chanhua's ugly face is portrayed vividly.

He sat on the throne that symbolized supreme power, a scornful smile on his lips, his eyes flashing with admiration for the girl's beauty.

His words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and the girl's heart with every word.

"Hmph, you are just a commoner's daughter, and you dare to think that you can compete with me? Your beauty is just a thing in my hand. I can take it if I want it, and I can abandon it if I want."

King Chanhua's voice was cold and arrogant, and every word revealed his extreme indifference to life and emotions.

He seemed to regard himself as a high and mighty god who could manipulate the fate of others at will.

Then he stretched out his hand, intending to forcibly touch the girl's pure and flawless face, as if to defile her dignity and soul.

The girl's eyes were filled with fear and despair. She looked around helplessly but could not find any hope of escape.

At this moment, the boy used up his last bit of strength, and relying on his persistence in love, he struggled to stand up from the pool of blood.

There was a raging rage in his eyes, which was a resistance to unfair fate and an affectionate protection for his lover.

He roared, "I have nothing, and you own the kingdom, but in the face of the sword, all beings are equal! I will never let you hurt her!"

After saying that, he suddenly rushed towards the nearest soldier and tried his best to snatch the knife from the other's hand.

At that moment, he seemed to have transformed into a warrior protecting his lover, and he would never retreat even though he knew there was endless darkness and death ahead.

However, the reality is cruel.

His seriously injured body made his movements slow, and his opponents were numerous and well-trained, so his resistance was quickly suppressed.

The tip of the knife did not finally fall on King Chanhua's body, but fell weakly to the ground, making a heavy echo.

The boy fell in a pool of blood again, and this time he didn't have the strength to stand up.

His eyes were full of resentment and madness.

But he knew he had done his best.

The girl burst into tears, her tears mixed with the boy's blood, creating the saddest picture in the world.

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