Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2246

The shadow of the "divine curse" that lasted for a hundred years in Xiliang finally dissipated.

The court is no longer filled with prematurely aged and anxious ministers; instead, there are old ministers who can enjoy their old age and civil and military officials who are in their prime.

The turning point of all this began with a "shocking" ban issued when Emperor Yu ascended the throne: the whole country was banned from using any colorful utensils, such as those painted with cinnabar, decorated with white lead, and cups made of malachite.

The decree sent shockwaves through the court and the public, and the market was in uproar. No one could understand why the new emperor would be so hostile to splendor and splendor.

Only the Feather Emperor, Cen Yuan, had a heart as clear as a mirror. This wasn't a reaction to beauty, but rather a reaction against the invisible poisons hidden beneath the vibrant colors: lead, mercury, arsenic...

These poisons accumulate over time through diet, breathing, and the body, silently eroding the human body and mind, and eventually manifesting as sudden "death".

This is exactly the truth behind the so-called "curse from the gods" that occurred after the gold mine was discovered in Xiliang and the extravagant lifestyle that emerged in the court.

The Yu Emperor's ban was actually the power of imperial authority to resolutely cut off this gorgeous but deadly poison chain.

Since then, although Xiliang has lost its former extreme splendor, it has regained the most precious lifespan of the emperor, his subjects and the people.

The historian recorded this colorful chapter with simple brushstrokes: Emperor Yu abolished corruption, abandoned extravagance to consolidate the country, and banned sexually suggestive things to continue the nation's fortune. Thus, the curse was broken.

Emperor Ren Cen Ce once asked the Retired Emperor Cen Yuan, "How did Father know that those gorgeous things were poisonous?"

Upon hearing this, Cen Yuan just smiled meaningfully and did not answer.

He lowered his eyes to look at his bony hands.

These hands, once wielding jade tablets and vermilion brushes, have marked vast landscapes. Yet, the lingering memory of touch on their fingertips is still that of the steady force of a trigger pull and the rough texture of the anti-slip tape wrapped around the dagger's handle.

He was once the sharpest knife of the "Red Sun" special forces.

In the international special forces competition, he is the record holder for ultra-long-range precision sniping.

Deep in the dense Amazon rainforest where no light could penetrate, he led his team like a silent ghost, completing almost impossible deep infiltration and decapitation operations.

As for close combat, he could destroy the entire armed team in the blink of an eye, his movements so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Cen Yuan once firmly believed that he died in an explosion during his last transnational drug-trafficking mission, and when he regained consciousness, he became the young emperor of Xiliang who was fleeing for his life.

It was not until the moment he fell off the cliff that the dusty barrier of his soul suddenly burst open. He finally understood that the so-called "travel through time" was nothing more than a memory of a lifetime that was accidentally awakened in his endless reincarnation.

The iron-blooded career of the modern soldier king is not his previous life, but just a page that has just been turned over in the vast scroll of his life.

The tactical instincts engraved deep in his soul and his advanced knowledge of weapons and poisons are nothing more than the imprint of his soul left on him by another life.

It was a bright spring day, and the colorful flowers in the courtyard were in full bloom.

Cen Yuan brewed tea and wine amidst the fragrant flowers in the courtyard. Just the smell was slightly intoxicating. Suddenly, on a whim, she asked Shi Anxia, ​​"If there is an afterlife, Xia Xia, would you still be with me?"