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

He steadily planted the spear into the ground, the tip sinking half an inch into the blue brick. Then, with his short legs, he quickly ran to He Lingman, stretched out his small arms, and tightly hugged her legs.

"Mother, why hasn't Father come to see me lately?" Little Liu Tian pouted his cute little mouth, his face full of complaint. "I miss Father so much! I've already mastered the spear technique that Father taught me! Father also said that when I grow up, he will take me to conquer all corners of the world."

He Lingman slowly squatted down, took a brocade handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms from the maid behind her, and gently wiped the sweat from Xiao Liutian's forehead.

Although the little guy is young, after wielding the gun for so long, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, wetting the stray hairs on his forehead and sticking them to his skin.

“Your father is very busy,” He Lingman’s voice was so gentle it could melt water. “He’s busy helping Tian’er conquer the world. When the world is at peace and those treacherous officials are all eliminated, your father won’t be so busy anymore.”

"Your subject also wants to help your father conquer the world!" Little Liu Tian shouted loudly, raising his little face and waving his little fist.

He Lingman couldn't help but laugh. She gently pinched Liu Tian's cheek and said softly, "Silly child, you are the emperor. It has always been others who helped you conquer the world. How can an emperor help others conquer the world?"

Little Liu Tian tilted his head, frowned, and thought for a moment before asking in confusion, "If my father is so powerful, why doesn't he become emperor himself? Is being emperor really that good?"

He Lingman was taken aback at first, then smiled.

Tian'er is far more intelligent than his peers, but there are some things about human nature and power that he still cannot understand.

The emperor... being the emperor is certainly good.

The world is bustling with activity, all driven by profit;

History books are vast and numerous, recording nothing more than the struggles for power.

Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of Han, the feudal lords vying for supremacy—wasn't their lifelong goal the supreme imperial throne?

But Duan Lang… He Lingman’s gaze gradually deepened.

To be honest, she understood Duan Yu less and less.

Back when Duan Yu first arrived in Luoyang, full of brilliance and ambition, she could still vaguely discern a hint of his desire to achieve unparalleled feats.

But Duan Yu now is as calm and collected as a deep pool, making it impossible for anyone to fathom his thoughts. Perhaps, no one in the world can truly understand Duan Yu.

She gently stroked Liu Tian's head, her tone tinged with a touch of melancholy: "Tian'er, grow up quickly."

"What will happen when I grow up? Will I be able to conquer the world with my father?" Little Liu Tian looked up at He Lingman with his big eyes full of anticipation.

Conquer the world? He Lingman gently shook her head.

Of course not.

With Duan Yu's current power and strength, he will surely be able to pacify the world and unify the Han Dynasty within a few years.

But this doesn't mean Tian'er can rest easy. Perhaps what he will face in the future will be even more difficult than conquering the world.

Everyone dies eventually and grows old. Once Duan Yu is gone, who can suppress his battle-hardened, unruly, and arrogant soldiers?

The Liang Prince's Mansion still has a heir. When the time comes, who will be able to suppress the power of the Liang Prince's Mansion?

“Only when you grow up can you protect the empire your father built for you,” He Lingman said earnestly, her eyes filled with worry and expectation.

……

In January, the Spring Festival had passed, a time when the weather should be renewed, but outside Chang'an City, heavy snow was still falling.

Snowflakes blanketed the earth, turning it into a pristine, white wonderland.

In this snow-white world, two tiny figures stumbled and struggled toward Chang'an.

Their boots were already soaked with snow, making a "crunching" sound as they stepped into the thick snow, making each step seem particularly heavy.

Xiaoyu wrapped her thin cotton coat tighter around herself. The fabric was rough, and the cotton inside was already matted, offering no protection against the biting cold wind.

Her face was red from the cold, and her lips were purple, but she still forced herself to look at Liu Bei beside her, her voice trembling slightly: "Uncle, are you alright?"

Liu Bei's face was so pale it was almost transparent, his lips were cracked, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He wore a worn-out gray short-sleeved tunic, soaked through by the wind and snow, clinging tightly to his body and adding to the chill. He shook his head, his voice hoarse: "It's alright, I can still manage."

Xiaoyu nodded slightly, stretched out her frozen fingers, pointed to the blurry outline ahead, and whispered, "Uncle, hang in there a little longer, Chang'an is just ahead."

Chang'an...

Liu Bei slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.

The heavy snow obscured the view, turning the world into a white expanse, making it impossible to see the road ahead. But his eyes remained exceptionally firm, as if a flame burned within him.

In Chang'an, at the Liang Prince's Mansion, lived the man he dreamed of killing—Duan Yu.

Just as Liu Bei was preoccupied with plotting his revenge, the heavy sound of horses' hooves came from afar, breaking the silence of the snowy field.

The sound of horses' hooves grew louder and louder as they approached, like the beating of drums, making the ground tingle slightly.

Soon, a group of black-clad riders burst through the heavy snow and rushed towards Liu Bei and Xiao Yu like ghosts, surrounding them completely.

These knights all rode tall black horses, their bodies entirely black except for a few white hooves, their manes disheveled by the wind and snow.

The knights were all dressed in black, form-fitting outfits that accentuated their agile figures. They wore black belts around their waists, from which hung short swords with black scabbards that were undecorated.

Their faces were expressionless, their eyes cold as the snow of winter. They wore no armor and did not look like regular soldiers, yet they exuded a chilling aura.

The leader was a tall man, more than half a head taller than the other knights, with a stern face, a taut jawline, and sharp eyes like an eagle.

He didn't speak, but simply took out a black token from his sleeve. The token was square and engraved with a black eagle with outstretched wings, its eyes wide open and lifelike.

When Liu Bei saw the token, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was filled with shock—the Military Affairs Office!

"Men, seize him!" The leading man gave the order almost without any preamble, his voice icy and chilling.

Liu Bei's heart tightened, and he immediately looked at Xiao Yu beside him, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

No, it's not about exposing yourself!

If their identities are exposed, they should be met with cold steel blades, not ropes.

Before he could think any further, several knights dismounted and rushed forward, holding thick hemp ropes in their hands, and tightly bound Liu Bei and Xiao Yu's hands and feet.

Then, a black linen cloth was placed over their eyes, plunging them into darkness.