Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

The snow in Diao Chan's courtyard had not yet been cleared. In the snow, a little Duan Chen, who looked like a porcelain doll with a rosy apple-colored face and two small braids, was playing.

Upon hearing the sound at the courtyard gate, Xiao Duanchen immediately looked at Dong Yi with his big, watery eyes.

"Mother... Mother is here!" Little Duan Chen rushed towards Dong Yi.

Wearing a red fox fur cloak, Diao Chan smiled and straightened up: "Chen'er, slow down."

Since giving birth to Duan Chen, Diao Chan has become even more voluptuous.

The mature woman's aura and dignified beauty emanating from her became increasingly pronounced.

Dong Yi bent down, picked up little Duan Chen, and said with a smile, "Chen'er, have you been listening to your mother these past few days?"

Little Duan Chen immediately nodded obediently and said, "Be good~ Mother, where is my brother?"

"Your brother? He went to Mr. Li's place. He said he missed you." Dong Yi reached out and gently stroked Duan Chen's nose, a gesture full of affection.

"Chen'er misses her brother too~"

"elder sister."

Dong Yi carried little Duan Chen in one arm as she walked into Diao Chan's villa.

Although Dong Yi is now the Princess of Liang, she still privately calls Diao Chan "elder sister".

Diao Chan was Duan Yu's first woman, a fact that can never be changed.

In terms of precedence, Diao Chan is always superior to Dong Yi.

The reason why Dong Yi was made the princess was not because of Dong Zhuo or the military generals of Liangzhou.

The most important relationship among them is that of Duan Mu, the son of Dong Yi.

As Duan Yu's son and eldest son, Duan Mu was bound to be established as the legitimate eldest son, that is, the heir apparent of the Liang King.

This is not only a declaration of legitimacy, but also a way to stabilize the interests of the group under its control.

Establishing a crown prince is equivalent to selecting the next generation's successor. Even if something unexpected happens to Duan Yu in the future, his forces will not collapse as long as there is an heir.

"Why is my sister here so early?"

Diao Chan looked at Dong Yi with some surprise.

Dong Yi carried Xiao Duan Chen into Diao Chan's villa, and then the two women walked into the house together.

Compared to Dong Yi's villa, Diao Chan's villa was decorated in a more elegant and simple style, reminiscent of the villa in Wucun Township, Jinyang. The moment you entered, you felt very warm and cozy.

A charcoal brazier was burning inside the house.

The embers in the copper basin flickered.

"Chen'er, go play by yourself. Your mother and your mother-in-law have something to discuss."

Diao Chan knew that Dong Yi must have something to discuss with her since he came so early in the morning.

So he winked at the maid beside him, signaling her to take Duan Chen to play.

"Oh."

Xiao Duan Chen pouted and nodded reluctantly, then waved to Dong Yi.

“Sister, last night my husband received a message from me saying that his good friend Yuan Shao in Ji Province has been murdered.”

Dong Yi recounted the events to Diao Chan.

"That year... Cao Cao, Hu Nu, and Yuan Shao—these were all my husband's closest friends. After learning of this news, my husband has been sitting in the stone pavilion in the central courtyard. I'm a little worried..."

"So I'd like to ask my sister to persuade her husband."

When Dong Yi mentioned Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, and Hu Nu.

A hint of sadness also appeared in Diao Chan's eyes.

Wang Hunu was someone she had watched grow up since he was a child.

They are all from the same village and fellow villagers.

"My husband regards my sister as his closest relative, and no one can replace her in this regard. So I would like to ask my sister to comfort my husband."

Upon hearing this, Diao Chan slowly nodded and replied, "Yes, sister, don't worry, I'll go right away."

Upon hearing this, Dong Yi stood up, bowed to Diao Chan, and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, sister."

Diao Chan quickly reached out and stopped Dong Yi: "Sister, what are you doing? We followed our husband from Jinyang to Liangzhou, and now we've come to Chang'an. We've been through many life-and-death ordeals along the way, so why bother with such formalities?"

Dong Yi, supported by Diao Chan, was also quite moved.

If Diao Chan hadn't voluntarily given up the chance to become the Princess Consort of Liang, it would have been hard to say who would have become the Princess Consort of Liang.

Dong Yi was well aware of this.

Even back in Liangzhou, Diaochan had already begun to voluntarily give up all of this, allowing her to handle the external affairs of the former Marquis Ji's residence outside the city.

Although her father's military generals from Liangzhou now hold crucial positions by Duan Yu's side.

However, there were quite a few Bingzhou generals who were from the same hometown as Diaochan, such as Chen Qing'an, Liu Baitu, Wang Hunu, Tieshitou, Gao Shun, Zhang Liao, Zhang Xun, Hao Zhao, and Lü Bu.

Therefore, even after becoming the Princess of Liang, Dong Yi still respected Diao Chan as always.

............

In the central courtyard, inside the octagonal stone pavilion.

The wind and snow are getting stronger.

A layer of snowflakes had settled on Duan Yu's thick black cloak.

He looked like a snow sculpture.

His figure appeared exceptionally lonely in the garden where the flowers had all faded.

When Diao Chan, dressed in a red robe and draped in a red fox fur cloak, walked slowly towards the pavilion, she was like a splash of crimson in a snow-covered world, forming a stark contrast with Duan Yu in the stone pavilion.

"My husband..."

Diao Chan's gentle voice awakened Duan Yu, who was sitting in the stone pavilion lost in thought.

"Why are you here? It's so cold outside."

Diao Chan walked to Duan Yu's side and then sat down lightly beside him.

"I heard from my sister Yi'er that my husband has been sitting here for a long time."

As Diao Chan spoke, she began to take over from Duan Yu from brewing tea.

Duan Yu took a deep breath and sighed, his hot breath condensing into white mist in the cold air.

“My husband, I dreamt of Hu Nu again a few days ago. I dreamt of the time when we were together in Jinyang. Hu Nu was just like the year when he went hunting with you in the mountains, wiping his snot and following behind your oxcart.”

"And there's stone, Qing'an is sitting in the car..."

"Gao Shun was having a good time in the courtyard... Everyone was happily gathered around the bonfire lit in the courtyard to eat together."

Diao Chan's words instantly transported Duan Yu back to that peaceful and serene afternoon several years ago.

“Perhaps… if we hadn’t left Jinyang back then, so many people wouldn’t have died, right?” Duan Yu turned to look at Diao Chan: “If Hu Nu had stayed at home, he wouldn’t have died so tragically in Hedong, right?”

"When I brought him out of Wucun Township, my original intention was to help them live a better life..."

Diao Chan used a wooden spoon to pour hot tea into Duan Yu's cup, and then added fresh hot tea to the other two empty cups.

“My husband, didn’t you say that some things always have to be done by someone?” Diao Chan said softly. “My husband also said that everyone dies eventually, and some deaths are as light as a feather and some as heavy as Mount Tai.”

"If my husband hadn't left Jinyang back then, would the people of Liangzhou be living such a peaceful and prosperous life today?"

"My husband, with a sense of righteousness, led a million refugees from Ji Province to Liang, saving the lives of millions. But what would have happened to those millions without my husband?"

“My husband, Chan’er has no learning and has never read any books.”

"Most people in the world are like this, but every time I see the genuine smiles on the faces of the people on the long street in Liangzhou, I feel incredibly proud."

“Because the one who makes them laugh, who gives them food, clothes, and keeps them from freezing to death and being slaughtered by the Qiang people is my husband.”

"What my husband needs to do is to make all the people of the world like this."

"My husband once said that the continuation of life requires sacrifice. Like a woman giving birth, there will always be unexpected events in the process, but no mother will regret it, even if she might die."

"If Tiger Slave is like this, then the millions of soldiers who died fighting for their husbands and for the peace of the world will not regret it."

"Perhaps they regret not being able to witness their husbands realize their ideals and cover the thirteen provinces of the Han Dynasty, but their children and grandchildren, their relatives and friends will bear witness to them that their choice was right."

Duan Yu shuddered, and a few snowflakes fell from the corner of his clothes.

Yes.

The most perfect regret is the crackle on the blue and white porcelain that stops right at the corner of the dragon's eye.

Their story has been recorded in history books more than two thousand years later.

This made them well-known heroes and villains.

The Three Kingdoms period exhausted the spirit of heroes, the Jin Dynasty was full of incompetent people, the Southern Dynasties staged endless palace dramas, and the Northern Dynasties left only the sentiment of sorghum.

While the Three Kingdoms period was undoubtedly brilliant, it is undeniable that this grand picture of blood and land was stained with the blood of the people, and this vast land was built with the bones of the people.

Later generations only remember the eighteen warlords who fought against Dong Zhuo, which brought together heroes from all over the world.

But who could have known that a great fire would burn down Luoyang, killing hundreds of thousands of people?

Without sacrificing oneself for this era, one cannot see the masses of people beneath one's feet.

The Battle of Guandu was a grand and vigorous one, the Battle of Red Cliffs is a timeless tale, and the Battle of Yiling was a testament to brotherhood. Yet, in the end, millions of civilians were sacrificed. And who has left a mark on history for them?

After the Three Kingdoms period, during the Jin Dynasty, the War of the Eight Princes occurred, and foreign tribes invaded and ravaged the Central Plains.

If history were to repeat itself, what would be the point of all he did?

It would be better to stay in the mountains of Jinyang, hunt, and watch the world rise and fall.

Duan Yu reached out and gently grasped Diao Chan's slightly cold hand.

Diao Chan turned her head to look at Duan Yu.

"Cicada, thank you."

Diao Chan smiled shyly, just as she had when they first met.

“My husband is a man of great wisdom. I am just a village girl. I am fortunate to have met you. It is I who should thank you.”

Duan Yu raised his arm, shaking off the falling snow, and pulled Diao Chan into his arms.

..............

Spring has arrived.

The snow inside and outside Chang'an City began to melt quietly.

Outside Zhicheng Gate, next to Taiye Pond, stands a very conspicuous thatched hut.

At this time, a huge complex of buildings was being constructed around Taiye Pond.

The surrounding materials and the outline of the surrounding area are beginning to take shape.

But right there in the middle, next to Taiye Pond, the thatched hut stands out conspicuously.

At this moment, next to the thatched hut, a figure dressed in a black robe and wearing a golden crown, wielding a hoe, seemed even more out of place.