The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

As he was about to embark on this important journey to the Western Regions, Meng Yi secretly thought that he must visit two very important people again before leaving - Li Si and Wei Liao.

As for Li Si, there's no need to elaborate. He was Meng Yi's junior uncle, and the two shared a deep friendship, almost like family. This uncle was not only brilliant and resourceful, but also deeply caring towards Meng Yi, constantly offering him support and encouragement.

However, Wei Liao paints a different picture. He has always been fair, conscientious, and dedicated, his integrity commanding immense respect. Once upon a time, in the court, Wei Liao repeatedly spoke up for him when faced with challenges from Zhao Gao, Feng Jie, and others. As a lieutenant, Wei Liao repeatedly guided him through legal issues. When ordered to execute alchemists and scholars, Wei Liao shouldered the blame, never shifting the blame.

It’s a pity that God is jealous of talented people. Now Wei Liao is seriously ill and is in critical condition. I’m afraid his time is up and he has only a few days left.

Thinking of this, Meng Yi couldn't help but feel emotional. He knew that this farewell might be a farewell forever, but no matter what, he had to go to Wei Liao's residence to visit him before leaving, to express his final gratitude.

In the evening, Meng Yi resolutely spurred his steed towards Wei Liao's residence...

The sound of horse hooves echoed throughout the streets and alleys, as if telling this touching story.

Soon, Meng Yi arrived at his destination.

He dismounted swiftly and swiftly, striding forward. He raised his hand and gently knocked on the vermilion door. The sound was crisp and loud, echoing in the silent courtyard, as if carrying a special solemnity and awe.

Soon, a guard came out from the door. He was tall and strong, with a serious expression. When he saw Meng Yi, he bowed respectfully and asked in a low but loud voice, "May I ask what brings you here, General?"

Meng Yi nodded slightly, gave his name, and explained his purpose.

After hearing this, the guard's eyes flashed with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "General, wait a moment." After that, he turned around and went in to report, his steps hurried.

A moment later, an old butler with a tired face came out. His steps were slow and heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

He saluted Meng Yi and said, "General Meng, please follow me." His voice was a little hoarse, as if he had experienced countless storms.

Meng Yi nodded and followed the old butler to the backyard.

They walked in silence, their footsteps the only echo in the empty courtyard. Meng Yi looked around from time to time, observing his surroundings. He noticed that although the flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard were neatly trimmed, they exuded a sense of desolation and loneliness.

The two of them hurried through the winding corridors and quiet gardens, and finally arrived in front of Wei Liao's house.

Meng Yi took a deep breath, gathered himself, and pushed open the door. A faint medicinal aroma filled the room. Wei Liao, pale as a sheet, lay half-lying on the couch, barely breathing. Despite this, when he heard the door open, he forced himself to stay awake, slowly opened his eyes, and forced a smile.

"Meng Yi...you're here." Wei Liao's voice was as thin as a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Meng Yi walked quickly to the bedside and held Wei Liao's skinny hands tightly. His eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, and an indescribable grief surged in his heart.

"Master Wei, your health..." Meng Yi choked, the words came to his lips but he didn't know how to continue.

Wei Liao gently shook his head, signaling Meng Yi not to worry about him. Gathering all his strength, he spoke with difficulty, "Meng Yi, this journey west concerns the safety of our nation and the survival of the people of Northern Frontier. The weight of our responsibility is self-evident. The journey is long and fraught with dangers. You must be extra careful."

Meng Yi nodded vigorously, his eyes firm and resolute, "Don't worry, Lord Wei, I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

Wei Liao nodded slightly, a look of relief appearing on his face.

However, he seemed to have more to say, so he took a few deep breaths and continued, "The situation in the court is now extremely complex, with various forces intertwined and the struggles between the open and the covert never cease. You must remain vigilant and never let your guard down... Especially that Zhao Gao. He is insidious and cunning, with ulterior motives. You must never trust him."

At this point, Wei Liao's eyes became particularly solemn. He stared closely at Meng Yi's eyes, as if to pass all his strength to him. Meng Yi felt Wei Liao's gaze, his body trembled slightly, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in his heart.

Meng Yi took a deep breath and said, "Master Wei, I understand. I will remain vigilant and will not let Zhao Gao's conspiracy succeed."

Wei Liao nodded, a relieved smile on his face. Meng Yi stood quietly beside the bed, his heart filled with respect and gratitude for Wei Liao.

A look of relief gradually emerged on Wei Liao's weathered face, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from his heart. His eyes were full of admiration, and he said slowly, "You are a rare and upright person, and you care about the people of the world. In time, you will surely achieve the great ambitions deep in your heart. I am fortunate in this life to be able to see you for the last time before I die. This way, I have no regrets..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Liao slowly closed his eyes, as if he had exhausted the last bit of strength in his body.

Seeing this, the steward beside him hurried forward and carefully supported Wei Liao's slightly frail body. Then he turned to Meng Yi and said softly, "Master Meng, the master needs to rest."

Meng Yi nodded slightly and said softly, "Okay, thank you, housekeeper."

The housekeeper carefully supported Wei Liao and walked step by step into the spacious and elegant bedroom. With every step, he could feel Wei Liao's physical weakness and exhaustion.

Finally reaching the bed, the housekeeper gently laid Wei Liao flat on the bed. Then, he carefully covered Wei Liao with a soft quilt, fearing to disturb the exhausted old man.

At this moment, Wei Liao's breathing became weak and steady, and his weather-beaten face showed a serene and peaceful expression, as if he had sunk into a sweet dream. However, beneath this seemingly calm appearance, endless worries and concerns were hidden.

Standing at the bedroom door, Meng Yi stood there like a frozen sculpture, his eyes fixed on Wei Liao, filled with deep respect and unspeakable grief.

At this moment, his heart was like a surging sea, with all kinds of complex emotions intertwined together, making him feel extremely heavy, as if an invisible huge mountain was pressing down on his heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Time passed, and the surroundings were completely silent, with only Meng Yi's fiery heart still beating. After a long and painful silence, Meng Yi suddenly moved. He straightened his body, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply in the direction of Wei Liao.

This bow contains so many emotions - gratitude, guilt, reluctance... thousands of words are contained in it.

After doing all this, Meng Yi turned around resolutely. He took each step, each one firm and powerful, yet also carrying an unconcealable sense of heaviness.

As he left, the clear and melodious sound of horse hooves broke the silence of the night, and the sound echoed in the empty streets.

Meng Yi's figure gradually walked away, blending into the boundless night. Finally, he completely disappeared, leaving only the melodious sound of horse hooves lingering in the air for a long time.