Princess Agents Episode 25 Recap
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Upon seeing his father's head, Yan Xun was already blinded by hatred. In his heart and eyes, there was only one belief: revenge. Even if an iron spear pierced his chest and a sharp sword cut his arm, as long as he still had a breath, Yan Xun continuously advanced towards the boxes containing the heads of his father and siblings.
Just as Yan Xun was about to approach the boxes, a large number of soldiers swarmed forward from all directions. Yuwen Yue raised his hand to signal them to stop. However, Yuwen Huai, who was nearby, had no intention of being soft-hearted; he punched Yan Xun off the high platform. Yan Xun's body, like a decaying duckweed, fell towards the large cauldron. Seeing this, Chu Qiao desperately struggled free from the soldiers holding her.
At the last moment, she leapt and collided with Yan Xun, preventing him from directly hitting the hard bronze cauldron. At the Nine Serenity Ground, Yan Xun refused to accept the imperial decree and refused to kowtow. The surrounding archers were ready. With a command from Yuwen Huai, Yan Xun, who was struggling to get up, was struck by sharp arrows and collapsed to the ground.
Yan Xun had only one belief: to advance towards his family on the high platform. He got up again and again, and was struck by sharp arrows again and again. As long as he had a trace of strength, even if he had to crawl, he would crawl over. The path leading to the high platform was covered with the bodies of soldiers and blood. Yuwen Yue could not bear to watch any longer.
He calmly blocked the archers who were preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Yan Xun, and ordered to skip the autopsy and proceed directly with the execution. How could Yuwen Huai let him have his way? Holding an imperial decree, he firmly objected. Just as both sides were at a stalemate, a firm and resounding female voice shouted, “I will perform the inspection.”
The wife of Marquis Northen Settler, dressed in white with a firm expression, appeared below the Nine Serenity Platform. On that platform were her husband and children; no one was more qualified than her to perform the autopsy. That Bai Sheng could appear here was naturally permitted by the Emperor. Even if Yuwen Huai wanted to completely exterminate Yan Xun, at this moment, he could only obediently stop.
Bai Sheng's eyes were red-rimmed as she walked step by step onto the high platform. Yan Xun's hardened heart crumbled the moment he saw his mother. They all say men do not easily shed tears, but that is only when they haven't reached the point of deepest sorrow. Yan Xun, crying, asked his mother why this was happening.
Bai Sheng told him that this world was simply like this, a world where the strong prey on the weak, like wolves eating rabbits and rabbits eating grass; there was no reason to be found. After comforting her injured son, Bai Sheng turned and walked towards the boxes. She opened the first box; it contained her husband, the Marquis Northen Settler of Northern Yan and Grand Marshal of the Northwest Armies.
The scar on his forehead was left from when he suppressed King Qi's rebellion and charged into the Royal Palace to rescue the Emperor. At that time, Yan Shicheng single-handedly charged into the Royal Palace, carrying the Emperor who was still a Royal Prince, breaking through the palace gates besieged by three thousand soldiers. He ended up covered in injuries and could only get out of bed and walk half a year later.
That year, Yan Shicheng was only seventeen years old. Looking at each scar on Yan Shicheng's head, Bai Sheng spoke sentence by sentence, emphatically narrating the origin of each scar. Yan Shicheng achieved remarkable merits throughout his life; every scar on his body was a mark of him defending his home and country. Back then, the Emperor had high-profilely announced that Great Wei and Northern Yan would coexist or perish together.
Most of the people present were moved by Bai Sheng's words, and many soldiers even shed tears of remorse. Many years passed, the Emperor's oath was blown away by the wind, leaving behind only Yuwen Huai's sharp sword ruthlessly severing Yan Shicheng's head. At the same time, the Emperor in the palace seemed to have a premonition, and his standing body trembled slightly.
It wasn't that he felt no guilt or regret for killing Yan Shicheng, but compared to the majestic imperial power, these feelings seemed insignificant. Noble Consort Wei watched everything happening on the high platform from afar, her face full of pity and sympathy. Regarding Yan Shicheng's family, it wasn't that she didn't want to help, but simply that she was powerless. As for Chun'er, she was already in tears as soon as she saw Yan Xun injured.
After fruitlessly begging her mother-consort, her heart turned to dead ashes and she collapsed to the ground. On the Nine Serenity Platform, even with immense pain in her heart, Bai Sheng still had to continue the autopsy. She opened the boxes one by one, confirming identities. Her sons were all brave and skilled in battle, going to war and killing enemies, never flinching. Such fine men, so young, yet innocently died under schemes and struggles.
Her daughter, Yan Hongxiao, seven months pregnant, bravely rescued her mother, only to be shot dead by Zhao Xifeng's arrow. Bai Sheng finished examining the bodies with tear-filled eyes. She looked up and scanned around; all the soldiers bowed their heads in silence, while the clan aristocrats sat steadily on the high platform, some moved, others showing cynical smiles.
Following Yuwen Yue's command for execution, the boxes containing the heads of Northern Yan's fine sons and daughters were all thrown into the large cremation cauldron. Yan Xun's eyes filled with despair; he got up and rushed towards the cremation cauldron. Bai Sheng forcefully stopped her son, telling him that men of the Yan family shed blood and sweat, but no tears.
After receiving Yuwen Yue's assurance not to harm Yan Xun, Bai Sheng forcefully pushed her son away, then turned and headbutted into the cremation cauldron. Yan Xun was pushed and fell below the high platform. He watched with utter despair as his mother resolutely crashed into the cremation cauldron, her head bleeding profusely, falling to the ground and unable to get up.
