, blood burst from his shoulder, and Azhe stared at me in shock, not yet understanding what had happened.

　　'This shot is for the innocent souls you've killed.' The second shot- 'This shot is for my daughter Shanshan, who should have lived carefree and soared freely.' Blood exploded from his right chest, his face suddenly changed, and he called out to me softly, 'Yunwei...what are you doing?' With handsome eyebrows and gentle expressions, Junhong, the familiar one.

　　I didn't pull the trigger, tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't dare to let go of my weapon.

　　'Is it you?' He covered his chest and stumbled towards me, wanting to touch me, 'It's me, Yunwei...

　　don't you recognize me?' I asked foolishly, 'You're not dead?' He finally walked over and hugged me tightly, breathing heavily against my face, whispering, 'I'm not, in these years, someone else has taken over my body...

　　you recognized me, right? Yunwei...

　　I miss you so much...' I couldn't help but force a bitter smile.

　　At this point, he still wanted to pretend to be affectionate and deceive me.

　　Pfft- After a muffled sound, I pushed him away forcefully, looking coldly at him as he fell to the ground, staring at me in disbelief, 'Yunwei...' I wiped away the tears on my face, threw away the blood-stained fox fur, and looked down on him, 'My Shunzhi is nothing but a romantic illusion.

　　He died a long time ago.

　　You are King Jinghong, the mastermind who forcibly brought us here from another time, you are not my Shunzhi.' Jinghong started coughing, I didn't hit any vital points with my three shots, only causing him serious injuries, he wouldn't die immediately.

　　He struggled to get up from the ground, finally dropping the pretense and revealing a cold expression.

　　'You truly are the cleverest one,' he coughed, seemingly aware that he was about to die.

　　He sat on the ground, looking at the distant clouds and mountains, his back appearing particularly lonely.

　　'I've heard the stories of the other time travelers, what about you, Yunwei? Who are you?' I didn't move forward, just stood in place, exposing his hypocrisy, 'You don't actually care who I am, you just don't want to be yourself.' Jinghong stiffened all over, then slumped his shoulders wearily and laughed, 'Hahaha! That's right! I just don't want to be myself! I don't want to be Jinghong! I don't want to be the King of Peace!' Despite his laughter, he began to cry, turning back to me and pleading, 'Yunwei, I haven't learned anything from those people.

　　They can't solve my predicament, but can you?

　　"You are so clever, disguising yourself so well.

　　Do you have any ideas? I don't want to die in this Anwang Mansion.

　　Can you take me away?" The prince, reduced to such a lowly state, completely devoid of dignity.

　　He treated so many people as toys, using them to fill the void in his empty life, but he could never find the answer.

　　Just a pitiful creature.

　　I took a step forward, standing beside him, looking down at his feet and said, "I will give you the answer." Jinghong followed my gaze and looked down as well.

　　The magnificent and beautiful Anwang Mansion was engulfed in flames.

　　Across the mountains, a fireworks display was set off, signaling the departure of several immortals from Songshou Palace.

　　My students will transform that place into an academy and teach more children.

　　"The fate of a nation should not be determined by ghosts and gods, and people should not be sacrificed as offerings.

　　You have been the Anwang for so many years.

　　If you truly had the heart to resist, why didn't you completely destroy it?" I destroyed everything in the Anwang Mansion, killed the puppet selected by bullshit fortune-telling, and burned down all the Feng Shui formations related to strange formations.

　　The prosperity of a dynasty should be the result of the efforts of its rulers and people, not by finding a prince to seek guidance from the gods! After this, no innocent time traveler will be involved in this unfamiliar world as playthings.