National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

"My mission should stop here," Ying Zheng interrupted her, unfastening the imperial seal from his waist. The bloodstains on the chihu button were left from the conquest of North Africa. "Fusu is now capable of handling the 'Huaxia Tongdian'. The wings of the Xuanniao Guard should be passed on to the next generation."

He looked out at the students from all over the world engaged in their morning study. The sound of Chinese characters reading filled the palace. "Rather than continuing to conquer, I would rather see what kind of towering trees the seeds we have planted will grow into."

The succession ceremony is held on the Autumnal Equinox.

When Fusu accepted the jade tablet inscribed with the Chinese characters "Huaxia," Ying Zheng entered the Huanyu Pavilion for the last time as emperor. The global map on the wall continued to slowly rotate, each mark of conquest shimmering, as if telling of the days of war and battle.

Su Mohui stood beside him, and the system terminal in her sleeve quietly displayed: [The historical figure Ying Zheng was successfully bound and became the first holder of national destiny across time and space].

"Sir, do you still remember our conversation on the beach in Japan?" Ying Zheng suddenly chuckled, his gaze beneath the crown as gentle as the Wei River. "I once asked you if future generations would remember my name."

He pointed to the Chinese flag flying outside the pavilion and said, "Now it seems that it's more than just a memory—our names have long been engraved into the rings of every inch of land."

They parted before dawn. Su Mohui grasped the bronze sword tassel Ying Zheng had handed her, tied with a fragment of black ice crystals brought back from Antarctica. "Perhaps I'll meet you again in the next reincarnation." Her voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

Ying Zheng shook his head and solemnly handed the Tai'a Sword to Fusu. As he turned around, the wind from his sleeves blew away the frost from the corners of his eyes. "No need. Having you in my life is enough."

When the first rays of sunlight illuminated the eaves of Xianyang Palace, all that remained on the observatory was a jade ring engraved with "Chinese Era." Su Mohui gazed at the rift in time and space opened by the system and suddenly realized that some farewells are not the end.

The civilizations planted in time, the historical trajectories rewritten, had long since made Ying Zheng a being beyond reincarnation. And she knew that somewhere in the next time and space, the wings of the black bird would eventually spread again.

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In the ninety-ninth life of reincarnation, the gilded years of the Luoshen Empire flow between the carved window lattices.

Li Qiuyue leaned back in a nanmu reclining chair, her brocade skirt spreading like still water. Her fingertips gently brushed the ends of Su Molin's hair as she lay on her knees. "In a few more years, Molin will be nine years old."

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the crabapple trees in full bloom in the courtyard. "It's time to prepare for the Imperial Capital College entrance ceremony."

Sitting on a low stool, Su Ziwen was chewing a watermelon bigger than his face, the juice dripping down his chin and leaving dark marks on his shorts with green bamboo patterns.

"Mom, mom, I want to go to the academy too!" The boy looked up at his mother, his dark eyes filled with golden sunlight. Li Qiuyue chuckled softly, her palm resting on his sweaty forehead. "Of course I have to go. My Ziwen is the smartest."

Such a warm scene was interrupted by a hurried announcement.

Liu San, a servant in a blue cloth shirt, stumbled into the moon-shaped gate, the copper keychain at his waist jingling. "Madam! The gatekeeper in the front yard came to report that the eldest daughter had an argument with someone in front of the mansion!"

The smile on Li Qiuyue's face froze instantly. Her fingertips pinched the lotus pattern on the handkerchief. A trace of impatience flashed across her brows, but she still maintained the demeanor of a lady: "I know, I'll go right away." Before she finished speaking, she still slowly and calmly adjusted the pearl hairpin on her temples.

It took Li Qiuyue a full five minutes to walk the 300-meter bluestone road.

In front of the Su Mansion, Su Mohui's figure was as thin as paper in the sunlight.

In the crook of her left arm was a white cat, its fur stained with blood. In her right hand, she clutched a polished jujube wood stick, her knuckles white. "Wild cats are not your weapon for venting your anger!"

The young man in brocade clothes opposite was making faces, with the Chinese character "Qi" clearly engraved on the mutton-fat jade pendant on his waist - "It's just a beast, give it back to me!"

Just as the confrontation was about to break out, Li Qiuyue arrived late, her voice filled with false concern: "Oh my Mo Hui, what happened?"

"Auntie!" Su Mohui turned around upon hearing the voice, but her eyes were red and tears could be vaguely seen rolling on her eyelashes, "He abused the cat!"

Li Qiuyue's annoyance in her heart was even worse, but a look of heartache immediately surfaced on her face. She pulled out a silk handkerchief embroidered with twined branches and gently wiped the girl's dusty cheek. When her fingertips touched the scratch on her forehead, a flash of disgust flashed across her eyes.

This wild girl is an eyesore after all.

"Since you abused a cat, you deserve to be punished." Li Qiuyue's fingertips caressed the edge of the handkerchief. Suddenly, she caught sight of the jade pendant on the boy's waist. A flash of calculation flashed through her mind. She turned and ordered the doorman, "Give him thirty lashes and send him to the Imperial Capital Auction House."

"Auntie, please stop hitting him..." Su Mohui had just pleaded when Li Qiuyue hurriedly grabbed her shoulders and led her back to the mansion. "It's just a minor punishment. I'll take you to change into clean clothes first, so you don't get any blood stains on you."

But when she turned around, one look from her made Liu San understand what she meant - he would continue to beat her after the young lady left.

Returning to the small Qiutang Courtyard, Li Qiuyue perfunctorily asked the maid to fetch a basin of water, watched Su Mohui wash her face, and then hurried away.

The moment the door closed, a sinister look flashed across her eyes, "This damn girl, please don't ruin Mo Lin's future..."

The clear water in the copper basin reflected Su Mohui's pale face. Huiyue was carefully combing her tangled hair, her fingertips trembling like dead leaves in the autumn wind.

Just as Huiyue helped her wash and comb her hair, and she timidly carried the heavy bucket out of the inner room, Su Mohui's eyes darkened and darkened.

She looked at her sallow complexion in the bronze mirror and felt dazed for a moment.

Why was everything so wrong? Was she really Su Mohui? Why did she sometimes feel like she didn't belong here? And what were those sounds she occasionally heard?

Just as I was thinking, that voice sounded again——

[Ding Dong: Congratulations to the host for successfully awakening. Current memory and strength recovery level: 30%]

The girl in the mirror was suddenly stunned. Those fragmented memories that did not belong to this world were gradually becoming clearer with the sound of water splashed by Huiyue in the yard.

The smiles of friends who shared life and death in the past, the fear in the second continent, the fire ignited by the Sui Ming Kingdom, the gender equality in modern times, and the figure standing on the observatory, his eyes under the crown are brighter than the stars.

The face in the mirror changed several times before finally settling on this pale body. Only the eyes were as bright as sparks.

"So...that's how it is." She stroked her brow bone in the mirror with her fingertips, where there seemed to be still traces of dust and sand from the battlefield in reincarnation.

She finally understood that this was the end of her ninety-ninth reincarnation, but when she appeared, the original owner's consciousness still existed. Moreover, the current First Generation Heavenly Dao, who attached great importance to rules, noticed this variable and simultaneously suppressed and sealed her, all in order to maintain the balance of this special world.