[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Shen Huanjun snorted angrily, "That's for the best. If I find out you have second thoughts, don't blame me for being ruthless! You must know that in this game of power, there is no room for carelessness or betrayal."

There was a warning and a threat in his eyes, an authority that could not be questioned.

Liu Yuan bowed and said, "Grandfather, you are wise. I will do my best to help you achieve your great cause." His posture was still respectful, but a deep hatred surged in his heart.

He hated Shen Huanjun's suspicion and cruelty, and hated himself and his brother for being involved in this cruel power struggle and unable to extricate themselves.

Shen Huanjun waved his hand and said impatiently: "Go down and continue to track down Han Heming's whereabouts!" His voice was tired and irritable, as if all these changes had exhausted him mentally and physically.

Liu Yuan replied "yes" and turned to leave, his steps steady and resolute. As he turned, a subtle glint of hatred flashed in his eyes, like a venomous snake lurking in the darkness, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

After experiencing the thrilling, bloody storm that lasted for two days and two nights, the entire capital seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze, and the vitality and vigor of the past disappeared.

The people in the capital were frightened by this sudden change and fell silent. They hid in their homes with doors and windows closed, trying to find a little peace and shelter in this small world.

Even though they were so cautious, the soldiers who could kick the door in at any time and investigate Han Heming's whereabouts still became a nightmare in their lives.

Every time someone violently kicked the door, it sounded like thunder in the silent streets. The people's hearts were instantly raised to their throats, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

The streets and alleys were filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension and fear. The market that was usually bustling and lively was now deserted and empty.

The hawking sounds and laughter of the past have long disappeared, leaving only the heavy and cold footsteps of the occasional patrolling soldiers, which break the deathly silence one by one, as if the god of death is measuring this land mercilessly.

The whole family, young and old, hid in the house, hugging each other tightly, their faces filled with fear and anxiety, not daring to breathe. They huddled in a corner, their eyes filled with helplessness and despair, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" and the door was kicked open roughly. The huge impact force made the door hinges creak painfully.

The soldiers rushed in like ferocious wolves, their eyes cold and fierce, the weapons in their hands flashed coldly in the dim light, which was frightening.

"Have you seen this person?" The soldiers held Han Heming's portrait in their hands and shouted loudly. The sound was like a roaring lion, making the ears of the people in the house buzz.

The people were so frightened that they were trembling all over, their bodies swaying like fallen leaves in the wind.

They shook their heads repeatedly, their voices trembling so much that they could barely form a sentence: "Master Jun, we really didn't see anything. We were hiding at home the whole time and knew nothing."

Their eyes were full of pleading and fear, hoping that the soldiers would let them go.

The soldiers searched everywhere unwillingly. They rummaged through the drawers and cabinets in the house, turning the originally tidy house into a mess.

Before leaving, he did not forget to give a fierce warning: "If you find any trace of Han Heming and don't report it, watch out for your heads!"

The sound echoed in the house like a curse, filling the hearts of the people with fear and worry.

Shen Huanjun paced back and forth in the magnificent yet depressing palace. His steps were quick and heavy, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.

He roared at the generals beside him: "A bunch of good-for-nothings, it's been so long and you still can't find anyone! Don't you all want to live anymore?"

His face flushed red and his eyes burned with flames of anger, which seemed to devour everything in front of him.

The general lowered his head, his body trembling slightly, and replied tremblingly: "Please calm down, sir. We have sent more people and expanded the search range. We have almost turned the entire capital upside down. My brothers are searching day and night, and I believe we will have news soon. Please give us a little more time, sir, and we will do our best." His voice was tearful, full of fear and helplessness.

For several days, there was no news from Han Heming, and Shen Huanjun became increasingly irritable.

He is like a wild animal trapped in a cage, running around but can't find the way out.

He killed almost all of the Liu family, leaving only Han Heming who had always been against him. In his heart, Han Heming was like the last thorn in his eye and flesh. If he was not removed, he would surely be unable to sleep or eat.

"Sir, we will look for Han Heming, but I'm afraid his death can no longer be concealed. Sir, you might as well let the eldest grandson ascend the throne as soon as possible."

The general suggested cautiously, with helplessness in his eyes, trying to use this method to temporarily calm Shen Huanjun's irritable mood.

Shen Huanjun paused, frowning slightly as he pondered for a moment. After weighing the pros and cons, he finally nodded. He knew this was the only way to temporarily stabilize the situation. Thus, the palace began intensive preparations for the new emperor's enthronement.

After Liu Yuan learned the news, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his originally stern face.

He knew in his heart that only when he stood in the supreme position and truly held power in his hands could he completely break free from his grandfather's constant control, do what he wanted to do, and realize the long-hidden ambitions in his heart.

Liu Yuan secretly clenched his fist, a clenched fist that seemed to contain boundless power. He silently thought, "Grandfather, you think you can control everything, but once you sit on the throne, you'll have no say. I will make you pay for your past actions and restore order to the world."

Liu Yuan looked at the sky outside the window, which was so gloomy that it seemed to be pressing down. There was a resolute light in his eyes. The light was like lightning that cut through the darkness, foreshadowing that a storm was about to come.

On the eve of the coronation ceremony, Liu Yuan paced back and forth in the palace, feeling mixed emotions of nervousness and anticipation.

"Brother, will this really work?" Liu Hong asked worriedly. His eyes were filled with uneasiness and doubt, and his young face was full of fear for the future.

Liu Yuan turned around and looked at his brother with a firm and confident look in his eyes. He gently patted Liu Hong's shoulder, giving him strength and comfort: "Hong'er, believe me, this is our only chance. We must seize it, otherwise, we will always be controlled by others and become victims of this power struggle."

At this time, in another palace, Shen Huanjun was smiling smugly. He seemed to have already envisioned the scene where he would still be manipulating everything behind the scenes after Liu Yuan ascended the throne. "When Liu Yuan ascends the throne, I will still have the final say in this world. This throne is just a chess piece in my hands, at my disposal."

His laughter echoed throughout the palace, full of arrogance and conceit.