Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Qinqin_1 Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Qinqin_1 “You want to kill ?”
The wicked voice carries a slight tremble, a sense of tornt on the verge of madness.
“Why have you beco this way? These people, you shouldn’t have killed!”
“Shouldn’t?” A tear rolls down unexpectedly, Qiao Xiaren laughs through her tears, “They all deserve to die! Those with impure hearts, deserve to die! You say I’ve changed, so you want to kill ?”
Jun Lin looks at her with unfamiliar, chilling eyes: “All who harm the world’s common people, should die!”
“The common people? Ha, ha…” Qiao Xiaren throws her head back in laughter, strands of hair whirling in near despair, “You loved everyone, but sohow, not . Why did you bother toying with ? I trusted you the most, loved you the most, hate… it’s also you.”
As if sighing, as if mourning, as if calling, as if wounded.
…
This is a scene featuring a transford character, yet it feels incredibly beautiful from any angle, with nurous viewers shedding tears. They lant such a woman and feel sorrow for her fate.
As a series of events unfold, Nangong Qin willingly enters the palace to guard the world for Jun Lin. For several decades, there was no more opportunity for them to et.
With peace reigning throughout the world, Jun Lin enjoys harmonious family happiness with his wife and children.
The news of the killings spreads fast, and the audience senses that the drama is reaching its end, feeling reluctant to part with the show that they’d been following for so long and suddenly feeling sowhat empty.
Following the death of Jun Che, the emperor in the drama, the internal situation of the country becos unstable, plunging the world once again into a scene of carnage.
In one winter, Nangong Qin personally dons a battle suit and marches out for her country.
The events of the past night seem to blow away like dust in the wind.
Seeing Nangong Qin in her battle uniform, her long hair tied up under a plum tree looking like the youngest commander, her handso figure looking sowhat lonely in the snowy field.
A glance that cannot brushed away with the wind, filled with desolation and a faint smile, her gently laughing profile is captured in the final fra.
It seems like that person is still behind her, watching her tenderly just like in the early years.
But when she turned around, her dream was shattered. That person was indeed no longer behind her. She had never truly had him – she never did in this lifeti.
She was tired, not knowing what she was hoping for in continuing to live, or why she should continue living.
“We part ways, each finding our own happiness. Jun Lin, perhaps we won’t see each other again in this lifeti.”
Nangong Qin murmurs, tears rolling down her face, yet she laughs again abruptly: “Do you rember, that year you comnted on how beautiful the plum blossoms were? Now, the plum blossoms are blooming again.”
“Empress, the army is ready to depart.”
“Let’s go.”
The heart-wrenching ending song plays, leaving an unforgettable impression on the audience, with so unable to hold back their tears yet again.
As a woman, she bore the burden of her country, ensuring peace and stability for her people. After three years of war, the Empress Dowager supported the young emperor, and she retired from the front.
A decade later, the Empress Dowager passed away in her sleep at the age of 39 and was buried in the Imperial Mausoleum.
Soon, it was another snowy night under the moonlight in the capital. Jun Lin stood by the plum tree, his past mories flooding his mind.
In his mind, it was as if a clear, pleasant voice was heard, like the song of the oriole: “Nangong Qin, my na is Nangong Qin.”
The scene blurred before him, and a graceful woman’s silhouette erged under the plum tree. It was like Nangong Qin of the early years, smiling and handing him a plum blossom.
A lingering smile on his lips, he reached out his hand: “Qinqin…”
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