It was a rough tan calfskin jacket, and the inner page was made of plant fiber paper. It was a diary. This diary followed the once young, proud, determined, and gentle imperial officer through a seven-year interstellar journey. From the empire to a planet called 5460 in the western border of the Federation. After a massacre order, it was silently attached to the left side of the young officer's chest, and began to sleep in a pit of thousands of people under the ice and snow.
Later, there was an equally young, proud, determined, and gentle Federation officer who fled from the Eastwood Region of the Federation to the capital ring. He followed the army to this planet called 5460. Before Liuling arrived, he accidentally fell into this cold and cruel pit of thousands of people. He found this diary on the chest of the imperial officer, which was as hard as steel. The diary began another journey. It followed the Federation officer to more distant places until he finally returned home.
The calfskin that was wrapped around the diary was seriously damaged. It seemed that it would turn into rotten scraps with the slightest force. The plant fiber paper inside had even begun to fall off. It was very different from the appearance when the high-spirited officer of the Imperium first held it in his hands.
But Aunt Susan still recognized it at a glance. This was because she bought it herself many years ago. She was also the one who personally handed it to her brother. She sold the last piece of jewelry left by her mother, but she could only afford a rough calfskin one. She couldn't afford a refined calfskin one.
The difference of one word was Aunt Susan's regret for many years later. Sometimes she even thought that if she had bought a good diary for her brother, he might not have been shot for violating military discipline. This was a sad and illogical thought. However, for an isolated and helpless sinful lady who struggled to survive in the slums, she could only blame herself in this way and miss her family.
Aunt Susan took the old diary with trembling hands. She couldn't help but cover her face with her right hand. Her calloused fingers rubbed hard on her chubby and weather-beaten cheeks, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing out of her fingers.
For many years, the pain and torment of life could not make this lady, who was forced to be cheerful, optimistic, and even irritable, shed a single tear. But today, when she saw the relics left behind by her dead brother, the countless days of grievance and pain seemed to have found a channel to vent, and she cried loudly.
Holding the diary in her left hand, she covered her face with her right hand and cried bitterly. At this moment, Susan felt as if she saw her brother with the warmest smile standing in front of her again.
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Paul looked at his crying mother in shock, holding her weak elbow. He rarely saw such a sad side of his mother. He didn't know what the diary represented. His subconscious impulse to protect his mother made him want to question Huai Caoshi in front of him. However, thinking of the noble identity of the other party, he didn't dare to say anything in the end.
The chubby woman crying in the clean little courtyard made the expressions of the surrounding imperial officers become a bit strange. As the direct subordinates of His Highness, they knew that the diary His Highness was holding probably belonged to a colleague who had sacrificed himself, but they didn't know the contents of the diary. For a moment, a kind of desolate and sorrowful feeling rose in the courtyard. A few of the officers quietly took off their military hats.
Huai Caoshi looked at the woman crying like a child in front of her, and her eyes gradually narrowed.
Xu Le got the diary and brought it back to the empire. This chubby woman who looked unusually mediocre happened to be Arthur's sister, and for some reason, she was willing to take great risks and hide him in the small courtyard for nearly a year.
She had read the diary carefully before. From Officer Arthur's records, she felt something that she had never felt before. Now, she felt more and more that something was destined. Could it be that something was destined in the unseen world? How did this story with a very small probability happen? Or did the creator think that this pair of brother and sister who were separated by life and death, separated by the vast universe, had some kind of virtue that should be cherished, so he used Xu Le's hand to show a little mercy?
Huai Caoshi had no mercy. In her opinion, things like virtue should only be appreciated when the world allowed it to be possessed. Now that the flames of war were burning in the universe, this relatively nihilistic existence must go away.
The imperial forces had carried out many massacres of civilians and technicians in the Federation West Woods. When reading the military report afterward, Huai Caoshi thought that this action made no sense, but she also strongly disagreed with the stupid behavior of officer Arthur who violated the orders of his superiors.
"Your name is Paul?" Huai Caoshi was silent for a moment, and suddenly looked at the young boy who was at a loss and said, "According to your school's files, you are recently participating in military training?"
Paul glanced nervously at his mother who was still crying, swallowed his saliva to moisten his throat, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."
He didn't know why Her Royal Highness, who was like a god in the hearts of the imperial people, came to his home. He was even more shocked that Her Royal Highness seemed to know who he was and what he had done.
"Your military training ends here." Huai Caoshi glanced at him, turned around, and left.
Paul had no good feelings for the Imperial armies that were wantonly abusing the slums, but his heart was full of enthusiasm to resist the Federation invaders. In the eyes of a civilian student like him, joining the Imperial armies was also a precious right. Hearing Her Royal Highness's words, he was shocked and his blood surged. He protested loudly, "Why?"
Huai Caoshi put her hands behind her back and gently held them on her waist. She ignored the boy's protest and directly ordered the subordinate beside her, "Remember his number, no one is allowed to let him go to the front line."
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"Who is the person who hung you on the tree? Is he back? "
"I don't know, because you told me last time that he was dead, so I wasn't mentally prepared at all … Putting anesthetic in the tea bowl, this kind of despicable but extraordinarily useful means is indeed very much like what Nasri is used to do."
"According to the information sent back from the Federation, he should be dead. The Federation's robot head should hate him no less than me. Although he has absurdly escaped the robot head's pursuit many times, I always thought that miracles can't be repeated again and again."
On the top floor of the Zhaixing Hall, the low buzzing of the maglev equipment faintly came from below. The surrounding ultraviolet filtering gauze fluttered with the wind. Emperor Huai Fu Chai slowly turned around and looked at the beautiful middle-aged man standing outside the screen. He frowned in disgust. He always felt that the thin white robe on this person was like a white gauze curtain hanging behind him. As for the pair of long naked legs that were like a woman's, it made him feel sick for decades.
"From the standpoint of the Empire, I don't think you should have any hatred for Nasri at all. If it wasn't for him single-handedly causing that huge explosion back then, perhaps Li Pifu would have led the Federal forces to blow up your palace. "
"How can the confrontation between the two largest war machines in the universe be changed by one person and an explosion?"
The Emperor's tone was stern and had a hint of mockery. "You people always habitually want to worship a certain person. Teacher is dead, and you are too useless. Great Master Fan Manor, do you feel that you can't even straighten your back, so you think that by placing teacher as a student in the temple, you can continue to maintain the mysterious and inviolable feeling of your family?"
"Student Emperor, our family has never needed to work hard to maintain our status. If you are sending out your strong voice to the thousand-year-old blood oath, I will be very happy to see the birth of a piece of history. At the same time, I want to see with my own eyes how the Hibiscus Dynasty is destroyed."
The mockery in the Great Teacher's words was no less than this man with the most power in the universe. It was unknown what kind of trump card his family had that could make him so relaxed and crazy when facing the Emperor of the Empire.
"If there is another incident like this." The Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him calmly. He said, "I will forget what a blood oath is. At least I can kill you first … As for how many trump cards your Hua family has left behind, and whether this dynasty can continue, when that time comes, perhaps I won't care anymore."
The Great Teacher looked at the Emperor's narrowed eyes and knew that the other party really had the intention to kill. However, his expression was still so casual and charming. With a snap, he lit the cigarette between his lips for a long time. He shrugged and said, "It seems that you are really pessimistic about the future of the Empire."
"No, I just loathe the existence of swindlers like you. This loathing sometimes even surpasses the greatest wish of my life." The Emperor stared at him with loathing. His gaze then fell on an old thorn covered in black blood stains.
The Great Teacher was slightly stunned. Then, he bowed and saluted. Without waiting for the Emperor's permission, he started walking toward the entrance of the maglev ship.
"Where are you going?" The Emperor turned around and held onto the railing. He looked at the vast sky outside.
"I am going to find that spaceship and see if there is a chance to sneak into the Federation." The Great Teacher did not stop walking. He said indifferently, "If I can get in, perhaps I can find that destroyed name list."
The Emperor's expression, which was like a ten-thousand-year-old glacier, loosened slightly at this moment. The Hero's Plan, which had lasted for several decades, had now been seen through by the Federation. However, if the destroyed name list could be found, it might still be alive.
"In the end, you are still a citizen of the Empire."
The Emperor looked at the sky and smiled slightly. He could not see any aircraft in his line of sight. However, outside the atmosphere, in the space bases around Tianjing Planet, in dozens of star systems controlled by the Empire, countless heavy alloy war machines were nervously being loaded. Densely packed battleships of the Empire floated silently and sternly in space, ready to head to the frontlines at any moment.
The war had already begun, so let it continue with vigor.
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