The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows the Male Protagonist - CH 68.2

In the midst of his uncertainty, Lan Ziyu suddenly woke up from his coma in a frenzy, he then searched for Lan Min’s corpse like a madman and sat with her in his arms for three days…

In his dream, he and Lan Min met in the same place, but Lan Min had become another woman, the one who had made him sick in his dream!

For three days, what had once been a source of confusion for Lan Ziyu was now clear: the vow, the vow not to let Lan kingdom fall into the hands of others…

Lan Ziyu hugged Lan Min’s body tighter, “Why, three days, why is your body still not warm … Lan Min, that dream is it our … past life!”

He had never believed in ghosts and gods, but he suddenly felt that the world could be full of wonders, because in the dream before Lan Min died, she cried out in despair, “I hate you all, if there is an afterlife, I will make your life worse than death and never get everything you want….”

These words, like a magic spell, haunted Lan Ziyu. Lan Ziyu held Lan Min’s already a pale corpse. He was sometimes angry, sometimes crying, sometimes pleading, sometimes grieving, like a madman. “Lan Min, is this also your punishment for me? I was so scared. I really was, especially after I saw the dream of my past life. How could I live in a world without you? Life is like death, but I can’t ask to die… You are more cruel than I am!”

The more he spoke, the more Lan Ziyu buried his face in the side of Lan Min’s neck. His body bowed and trembled terribly.

“LAN MIN!”

The grief-stricken cry reached the ears of everyone behind him. The people who heard it couldn’t help but reddened their eyes: what a desperate cry!

Anyone who heard his desperation would know that this person’s heart was already dead!

What could be more painful than to live like a corpse without love?

The guards behind him looked at the man who was always so sure of himself – the man who seemed to have everything in his chest and his palm; the man who had always been the only Emperor… they had never seen him lose his temper like that before.

The three days of water and food deprivation had caused him to shake his body, but he still stood up proudly like the master of heaven and earth. But they didn’t know if it was an illusion. They saw only in their Emperor loneliness, pain, and eternal despair…

…and a lifeless soul!

Could it be that the death of the Princess had really turned this cold, haughty, unbeatable Emperor into what he was now – as if the world would be forever reduced to a human hell with the death of the Princess…

Time passed in the bloody war, and no one knew that there was a bloodthirsty and warlike Emperor in the Lan Kingdom.

The year after the death of the Princess, the Lan Kingdom struck at its neighbouring kingdom unexpectedly but with good reason. For it was at the hands of their Prime Minister that Princess Lan Min died.

So it was only a matter of time before the neighbouring kingdoms were destroyed. With successive wars, a rich treasury, and an excellent geographical location, plus the unification of the three kingdoms, which Lan Ziyu had been planning, Lan Min’s death only brought things forward…

Ten years ago, Lan Ziyu was sitting on top of the world, and his subordinates were powerful tigers, each of whom was a tiger that he personally bred up. They were also his confidants who had stayed with him since he was a child, and they were also the secrets that the Lan clan could not reveal. But in order to make up for the immature attack plan, or Lan Ziyu’s desperate bet, he released the bloodthirsty wolves…

And he was the absolute wolf lord, the absolute Emperor!

“Emperor, this is the second surrender after our neighbour’s. We live up to your expectations and dedicate this to the great Emperor of the Lan Kingdom!”

A bloodied general, his face full of hostility, his eyes trembling with the warrior gaze, knelt on the ground, and looked up at the man who towered above him. The man was dressed in a blood-red dragon robe, with a haughty and indifferent look.

“The soldiers need a good rest. They are too tense. They will easily break. Three years later, I will take the Yan Kingdom …”

The man on the dragon chair spoke with his half-lidded eyes and his expression unreadable.

Only his pale hands held a man’s hairpin, but it was carved from some cheap wood.

Still, it had been cared for by Lan Ziyu for ten years, by his gentle touch between his thumbs, with the caress of a lover’s affection and obsession. The people in the courtroom knew that it was the only possession of the Princess of Lan Kingdom.