Chapter 147: Chapter 148 End of song, Everyone’s Gone_1
To love whom he loves, may that be enough for .
“Good…very good.” The Nangong Family’s head’s finger trembled with rage as he pointed forcefully at the woman kneeling beneath the platform, “From today onwards, you are no longer a mber of the Nangong Family. Whether you live or die has nothing to do with us!”
The crucial scene arrived quickly, the Divine Doctor married a young girl from an ordinary family. It’s said that the young girl was pure and angelic, with a pristine heart, earning praises from all, she must be a virtuous and benevolent person.
“Didn’t you say that you only love this world? Why… why…”
Beneath the enchantingly beautiful Phoenix Tree, stood a lady dressed in a red robe. Her gaze was filled with lancholy, her smile carrying the intense pain and desperation of a heart torn apart.
The pain of a dead heart is greater than any sorrow, it seed as if the whole sky was steeped in darkness, endless grief and desolation drew out the brilliance of the fiery red Phoenix Tree and those lively eyes.
“I’m sorry.” he sighed, his gaze lancholic, “The burden of this world is too heavy, I just want to lead an ordinary life with the woman I love.”
“Haha… I’m sorry. So, after everything I’ve done, I only earn an apology from you. Jun Lin, you truly are… a coward.”
Should she harbor hatred, seek unabated revenge, or change the course of the world?
Through calculated steps, Nangong Qin, who had treaded over countless corpses, finally ascended onto the blood-soaked Imperial City, and beca the Empress Dowager holding real authority.
Jun Lin lived his life in an idyllic paradise with his wife, enjoying familial bliss. Only when he unintentionally heard news of the woman in the Imperial City, he couldn’t help but shed tears in the middle of the night.
With Empress Dowager Jun in power, the whole world was peaceful, and the country was stable.
Everyone guessed that Empress Nangong wanted to follow in Wu Zetian’s footsteps and usurp the throne, but the world continued to bear the Jun family na, until one day, the Empress Dowager fell ill, and the Imperial Physician proclaid her ti was running out.
Upon hearing the news, the entire nation mourned.
Unable to control his emotions, Jun Lin entered the Imperial City alone, determined to see her one last ti no matter what.
When he saw the Imperial City that he had not seen for more than thirty years, Jun Lin felt no sense of nostalgia and was desperate to get to the Empress Dowager’s sleeping quarters.
To see the room full of kneeling eunuchs and palace maids, the woman lying down on the bed, shrouded in layers of gossar, her form barely made out by the clear and blur, it was difficult to make out her face.
“You have finally chosen to see .”
At the sound of her long-lost sigh, the kneeling eunuchs and palace maids began to weep softly.
At this mont, the audience watching the video were moved to tears too.
Jun Lin wanted to lift the veil, but was stopped by her: “No need, Jun Lin. I’m hideous now, I only dream to stay in your mory as that lively and adorable girl.”
Jun Lin didn’t lift the veil, he simply responded in a choked whisper from the outside.
As Demon Immortal laid there, she chuckled, “In this life, since you can’t let go of the world, nor the woman you truly love, let guard this empire for you. You and she may live as a pair of godly lovers, unburdened by dilemmas. Jun Lin, here is the world, I’m returning it back to you. Take care.”
After she said those final words, Demon Immortal’s hand slowly fell, the Acacia Red Beans she was holding trickled down, making a sound like a mournful cry.
The red-bean bracelet, always kept by the Empress Dowager in her jewelry box, was still plump and smooth, just like before. The Palace Maid counted on purpose, exactly twenty-four.
The red beans grow in the southern country, in spring they sprout a few branches.
May you collect more; this thing, it makes one’s heart yearn.
In a daze, Jun Lin seed to be taken back to the mont when they first t through his tearful eyes. Her smile was as stunning as a blossoming pear, her voice was sweet.
“Miss, your hands are beautiful. May I know your na? ”
“Nangong Qin, My na is Nangong Qin.”
The music ends; people disperse.
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