Chapter 580: Epilogue: A Farewell Note

Epilogue: A Farewell Note

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

I did consider a wedding ending.

But the final focus of the main story shouldn’t be romantic entanglements—that would feel wrong. Of course, it’ll be there, but this isn’t a romance novel; the main thread must remain clear.

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

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 the Old Fate Lord and Li Guanyi, Li Guanyi said, “After this matter, the wedding,” but the subject here is [proclaimed to all under heaven], and many readers seem to have read it as “ten years.”

The events over ten years aren’t that [one] matter (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 go this way, the fishing enthusiast would rush back in a panic, team up with his aunt, knock Emperor Qin unconscious, and administer family discipline—then Master Wen Qingyu’s compound anesthetic would have to be deployed too.

But looking back, I realize the subject was unclear—indeed, one shouldn’t stay up too late; chronic sleep deprivation leads to basic mistakes. So I’ve added a clearer subject—now there should be no misunderstanding.

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 my all, exhausting 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.

Still, there’s this final bitter sip.

I hope you enjoyed this book.

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

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

One shouldn’t start a novel on a whim.

Yet 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—tell me what you’d like to see.

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 young, tireless “Old Yan” fresh out of college. Back then, I could run a half-marathon; now, four hundred meters nearly kills this fragile author.

I need to read, think, reflect, revise, and improve 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 fate, one fears nothing.