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I Can Control My Ancestors-Chapter 312 - 16: Liu Shan Passes Away, Kyushu Trembles
Liu Chen was taken aback, his eyes filled with reluctance and sorrow, and with a "thump," he knelt directly on the ground.
"Zhao De..." Liu Shan ignored the kneeling Liu Chen and gestured to Gu Ye, indicating for him to summon the ministers into the palace.
Gu Ye’s eyes were red, and with a face full of grief, he quickly walked out.
Not long after, the ministers entered one by one, their faces all shrouded in deep sorrow.
Liu Shan quietly scanned the crowd. After they all knelt, he slowly began to speak, his voice carried a hint of weakness, yet was clearly heard by everyone in the silent hall:
"I have never had great ambitions in my life."
"At first, I didn’t even entertain the thought of becoming an Emperor, only hoping to pass my days in peace."
"Yet unexpectedly, I have come this far."
Upon hearing this, the sadness in the crowd deepened.
This was Liu Shan’s unique appeal!
He did not need to deliberately command, just sitting on the throne was the ideal image of a monarch in the hearts of all ministers.
Liu Shan’s face remained calm, with a flash of reminiscence in his eyes, as if reflecting on different stages of his life.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing a faint smile, but then he frowned lightly, showing a look of pain.
Tears silently fell, and he looked at everyone again, his tone filled with endless regret and self-blame: "I have failed the expectations of the late Emperor and my father-in-law."
"For years, I have accomplished nothing, only seeking pleasure, and I truly have no face to meet the late Emperor and my father-in-law in the afterlife."
"Nor do I dare to hope for a good name in future generations..."
"I only wish for you all, dear ministers, to assist the Crown Prince and continue to protect the state of Great Han."
As he spoke, Liu Shan slowly shifted his gaze to Gu Ye: "Zhao De..."
"I still remember vividly the scene when the late Emperor was on his deathbed, desperately hoping for the arrival of my father-in-law."
"The late Emperor knew my abilities well... he held on to his last breath until he saw my father-in-law, and then he departed peacefully."
"I have been muddle-headed all my life; on the verge of death, I must not be muddle-headed again."
"Now, with the world in turmoil, if the Crown Prince is unable to shoulder the great responsibility..."
Liu Shan’s gaze fell on Liu Chen, and his tone grew increasingly grave, "Zhao De, you may choose another worthy successor!"
For a moment, the hall was silent.
It was as if the air had frozen.
——A complete stillness of death!
This moment seemed like a reenactment of that scene years ago!
Liu Bei had entrusted Liu Shan to Gu Chen.
And now, Liu Shan was entrusting Liu Chen to Gu Ye.
But the meanings between the two were entirely different.
Gu Chen’s achievements were unmatched by anyone, even Liu Bei as the Emperor couldn’t compare to Gu Chen.
But Gu Ye was ultimately different.
This trust exceeded even entrusting one’s legacy.
Yet the ministers inexplicably felt it was utterly reasonable.
This was in line with Liu Shan’s character!
Gu Yi did not say much, merely allowing Gu Ye to bow deeply to Liu Shan.
And from beginning to end, Liu Chen said nothing.
The sorrowful atmosphere in the hall grew ever denser.
After discussing the matter, Liu Shan seemed to have unlocked a knot in his heart and began to reminisce more.
He marveled at his fortune;
Recalling the ministers who had left him one after another over the years.
The time flowed slowly.....
His voice grew even weaker.
As the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon and shone into the hall.
Liu Shan’s speech abruptly ceased—
He suddenly sat up, staring directly at the sunlight ahead, as if he saw something, he excitedly spoke:
"Father-in-law... have you come to take me?"
Liu Shan’s tears fell like rain.
Just like a child seeing an adult who could bring them peace, with none of the dignity of an Emperor.
He continued speaking...
But his voice was too small, completely drowned by the sobbing in the hall.
——The sunlight grew even brighter.
At the very moment the sunlight fully illuminated his body.
He suddenly fell backward, his breathing gradually ceased, his expression frozen in a smile.
"Father!!!"
"Your Majesty!!!"
Liu Chen and Gu Ye spoke almost simultaneously.
And the sobbing in the hall.
At this instant, it reached its peak.
In the eighteenth year of Yanxi, on the day of Wu Xu in March;
——Liu Shan passed away in the North Palace of Luoyang, at the age of sixty-five.
Posthumously titled Ren;
He was known as Emperor Xiaoren of the Great Han.
The Crown Prince Liu Chen ascended the throne, changing the reign title to "Qianji."
......
This was destined to be an event enough to impact the entire Great Han.
Liu Shan.
Although he had little presence in the establishment of various systems of the Great Han, his only merit was his ability to listen to advice.
Over the years, he had done many good deeds for the common people.
This was one of the traditions left by the former monarchs of the Great Han, which Liu Shan naturally followed.
To the people—
Liu Shan undoubtedly counted as a wise monarch.
After all, he had never done anything to oppress the people.
When the news of Liu Shan’s passing spread, the impact was no less than that of any wise monarch of the Great Han’s past. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
——National mourning!
It was said to be the current state of the Great Han.
This situation greatly affected the frontier warfare.
It wasn’t Youzhou.
The situation in Youzhou had completely changed.
Wen Yang’s bravery exceeded everyone’s expectations, especially after enduring the hatred of his father’s death, his combat strength reached its peak.
Having just arrived in Youzhou.
He immediately reversed the situation in Youzhou, driving the invading Xianbei army back.
This matter mainly affected the situation with the Xiongnu and Qiang peoples.
They originally had some apprehension towards the Great Han, and faced with the Great Han’s firm stance, they chose not to openly rebel.
——But now, it was different.







