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Capítulo 148

Everything was as beautiful as a fairyland. And yet, it was also as lonely and cold as a fairyland.

Apart from the scenery, there wasn't a single person in sight, not even the graceful maids who had walked through the flower fields that day, carrying bouquets in their hands.

Not to mention... her and him.

Yuwen Ke's face grew paler and paler, his hands trembled, and he walked in the wind, almost unable to take a step.

Where did she go? Why can't we find her even here?

The shadows outside the valley never truly leave; why has no one ever been seen emerging from it?

Qingyan! Qingyan!

Qingyan, Qingyan...

He clutched his chest and slowly bent over, as if some unbearable pain had rendered him powerless to resist.

He curled up and collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulders desperately. So cold, so painful...

Before my eyes, the falling petals were like rain.

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Years have passed since then...

Mo Yu and Qing Yan never appeared in this time and space again, at least not in front of anyone.

Also missing were the Four Fools and the Old Taoist Moguzi.

...

The once-famous Zhongfang Garden has long since vanished. The girls in the garden, thanks to their talents and the garden's reputation, either married into wealthy families or found their own husbands, and all scattered like birds.

Princess Ziru of Pingcheng, dressed in a purple palace robe, walked alone in her former residence, now known as "Yiyuan." She had moved to her fiefdom in Pingcheng, and this site of Zhongfangyuan was deserted except for that one day each year when she would come.

The empty pavilions and embroidered walls, if not for her regular cleaning, would have long since collapsed into ruins.

I will always remember that day. She sat alone in her room, her heart heavy with sorrow, a bitter smile on her face. Suddenly, a head peeked in through the window, its bright eyes and radiant smile forever altering the course of her life.

As Zi Ru slowly walked along the path through the artificial hill, she suddenly stopped.

In the small courtyard ahead, there is a cherry tree, which Qingyan planted herself. It is currently the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the tree is covered in dazzling blossoms, a beauty that takes one's breath away.

However, what stopped her was not the exquisite cherry blossoms, but the figure standing alone under the tree, looking up in quiet contemplation, so sorrowful, so beautiful. Perhaps, as Qingyan said, only the beauty of cherry blossoms could rival it.

Suddenly, tears welled up in Zi Ru's eyes. She stood there, lost in thought, gazing longingly and greedily at the figure. She remained motionless for a long time, until the person slowly turned around, casting his gaze from afar onto her, and then smiled gently at her.

Tears suddenly streamed down my face.

Ruying, you've finally arrived...

I've been waiting for you for so, so long...

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Under the rule of King Yuwen Ke, Tianxing grew stronger and stronger, gradually becoming the most powerful country in the world. However, for some reason, King Ke lost the ambition to conquer the world that he had in his youth. Meanwhile, Cheng Jue, a famous general of Dawei, and Meng Rulei, the king of Beixian, two figures who had a great influence on the situation of the world, also chose to make peace.

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For a time, the world presented a scene of unprecedented prosperity and flourishing. This prosperity lasted for more than a hundred years, and people lived happily and contentedly. It was later known as the Three Kingdoms Golden Age.

The mysteries of history have always remained unsolved.

Due to the subsequent wars and conflicts, the prosperous Three Kingdoms period was increasingly portrayed as a myth. It is said that Yuwen Ke, the sage ruler of that era, had only one concubine in his entire life: Princess Dawei, Weiyun, who was his crown prince consort. This was a significant anomaly for the Yuwen royal family, who were historically known for having numerous consorts. Therefore, both at the time and in later generations, people fantasized about the depth of their love, how earth-shattering their romance was. Later, various versions of the hero-and-beauty love story circulated quietly in teahouses and taverns, moving generations of people.

However, despite being a wise and benevolent ruler, Yuwen Ke never established an empress throughout his life. Princess Weiyun remained merely a concubine, her voice faint and lost in the background, becoming a major historical mystery.

Lin Ran, the short-lived Left Chancellor, and Mo Yu, the young and accomplished Minister, became renowned ministers in history, admired by later generations.

During this time, a mysterious gang—the Xiaoyao Gang led by Jin San—grown increasingly powerful. Various countries unanimously allowed it to develop, even providing possible assistance and convenience. Its legend became an unparalleled glory for later gangs in the martial arts world.

The original founder of the Xiaoyao Gang was said to be a mysterious young man whose elegance rivaled that of the renowned scholar Mo Yu Gongzi, making him an eternal idol for gang leaders. There was also a very mysterious voice, with legends claiming that the mysterious young man was the most beautiful woman in the world. However, this claim was quickly refuted by his admirers; in a martial arts world historically dominated by men, no one wanted to believe that their idol was actually a weak woman.

...

Let's go back to how things were back then.

On this day, two letters suddenly appeared in the study of the Heavenly Emperor.

The usually expressionless Emperor Yuwen Ke descended from the court, staring at the letters on his desk, and suddenly lost in thought.

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His study was not the imperial study that King Tianxing had always used, but rather the study he had used when he was the crown prince. Officials from the Ministry of Rites repeatedly submitted memorials, earnestly arguing that it was against etiquette, but he ignored them all with a cold face. His ministers, accustomed to his unconventional ways, had no choice but to give up. But no one knew that his insistence on not changing it was not for any other reason than a secret passage.

All the secret passages in the palace had been altered, except for the one Qingyan had once traversed, which he had preserved. Every night, when his heart ached terribly, he would come to this study, fantasizing that perhaps, in the darkness, a figure would suddenly emerge from behind the curtain, just like that first time.

The Tianxing Imperial Palace was heavily guarded, and no one knew that the only flaw in it was left by the Tianxing Holy Lord himself, and it was right next to him!

His study was never filled with anything else, and the memorials were cleared away daily by eunuchs. But now, there were two letters. He recognized them. One was from the shadows guarding the Valley of Mystery. The other was in handwriting he had seen countless times in his dreams—slightly delicate, with a playful yet bold touch; it was her scent.

With trembling hands, I gently unfolded it.

It was a painting. Just by looking at the handwriting, you could tell it was painted by Qingyan. In the painting, there was Qingyan and him. Qingyan smiled with her eyes curved into a line, while his eyes were relaxed, just like when he was holding her and spinning her around freely outside Gushan City.

After a long pause, the intense pain in his heart suddenly subsided, and a faint smile appeared on Yuwen Ke's lips.

Qingyan, does this mean you've finally forgiven me?