Chapter 580: Epilogue Acknowledgment

Epilogue Acknowledgment

The wedding will be in the epilogue, don't rush, don't rush.

I did consider a wedding ending.

But the final focus in the main story shouldn't be romantic entanglements—that would ruin the tone. Of course, it'll happen, but this isn't a romance novel; the main plot must remain clear.

So I decided to put it in the epilogue (lying dead).

But a mishap occurred—I shouldn't push myself too hard.

Yesterday I stayed up until 5:30 a. m. writing Chapter Two, then a bug appeared—in the dialogue between Old Siming and Li Guanyi, when Guanyi says "after this event, the wedding," the subject is actually 【proclaimed to all under heaven】, but many readers seem to have read it as "ten years."

The events of those ten years aren't that 【single】 event (the exhausted, sleep-deprived author flipped the table).

How many things would that involve?

How could Li Guanyi do such a thing? Besides, if things keep going like this, the fishing enthusiasts will rush back in a panic, team up with Auntie, and knock Qin Huang unconscious for family discipline—then Master Wen Qingyu's Compound Ma Fei San will have to be deployed too.

But looking back, I realize the subject was indeed unclear—apparently, one really shouldn't stay up late; chronic sleep deprivation leads to basic mistakes. So I've added a clearer subject—it should no longer be misunderstood.

This book was written from April 9, 2024, to today, January 15, 2025—roughly nine and a half months, 3.25 million characters. I gave it everything I had, drained every ounce of energy.

Fortunately, I largely achieved my goals: the outline was fully realized, and the characters' depth and arcs surpassed my previous works.

Of course, there's still this final little sour note.

I hope you enjoyed this book.

I hope this year of companionship hasn't been wasted.

Writing a historical fantasy centered on dynastic power struggles is far too difficult for me.

One shouldn't start a novel on a whim.

But this book greatly improved my control over writing.

My next book's theme is undecided, but it'll likely still be set in ancient times—what would you like to see? Let me know.

Of course, you can also suggest epilogues here.

I'll take a few days to rest, then slowly update the epilogues.

As for the new book, I need to rest—I'm less than a year away from thirty, and I'm no longer the iron-willed young man fresh out of college. Back then, I could run a half-marathon; now, four hundred meters can kill this fragile author.

I need to read, to think, to reflect and revise, to grow further.

One year of companionship—I wish you all happiness and good health.

May all your future wishes surpass what you once had.

Finally, I wish you all a happy New Year in advance.

Knowing one's fate, one fears nothing.