As dawn approaches, the sky begins to lighten.

The dew of the night fell on my brows and eyes, chilling me to the bone.

Zhou Fuwei's confidants had already followed with their men. The group of people only dared to stand at a distance, silent and deathly still, so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

After waiting for a moment, the trusted aide dared to step forward. He didn't know why his master was so distraught. He had followed his master for so many years and had always been calm and collected in the face of adversity, never changing his expression even in the face of the most serious matters.

"grown ups…"

The confidant had just opened his mouth when he heard a cold voice in his ear: "Step back."

Zhou Fuwei still held the sword in his hand, forgetting that he had let go. He approached the palace door step by step. As dawn approached, he slowly pushed open the door, and the dim yellow light shone directly into the palace.

There were no lights on in the room.

Apart from this faint glimmer of light, the rest was not very clear.

Zhou Fuwei could still hear those words echoing in his ears: "My lord, there is no need to worry, the great threat has been eliminated."

The person is dead.

Even if he tried his best, he couldn't catch up.

Having rushed over, upon arriving at the palace, he knew perfectly well that all the luck he had along the way was useless.

His subordinates, whom he personally trained, were always efficient and decisive in their work.

There will be absolutely no worries about the future.

Zhou Fuwei's vision was a little blurry, perhaps because the light was too dim. He casually closed the door, shutting out the sliver of sunlight, which made it even harder to see anything clearly.

Zhou Fuwei seemed to hear his own footsteps as he walked forward, getting closer and closer to her.

The face hidden in the shadows was completely obscured.

Zhou Fuwei raised his hand and lit the lamp. She leaned quietly against the bedside, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, her sleeping face peaceful, looking as if she were asleep.

But once you're dead, you're dead.

But it's different when you're asleep.

Lifeless.

Looking at that familiar face, Zhou Fuwei slowly knelt down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms. She was very light, her body was still soft, and her skin still felt warm to the touch.

But he died.

Zhou Fuwei's mind went blank. His usually indifferent eyes, which were devoid of emotion, gradually turned crimson, as if torn apart by intense pain.

The bloodline gradually deepened.

The pain was so bad I could barely straighten my back.

Every breath Zhou Fuwei inhaled felt like shards of broken porcelain; pain shot through his throat and lungs.

Zhou Fuwei only said one sentence.

He said, "So your name is Mingyi."

It was her.

It's so close.

It was as if they had been tricked by fate.

Zhou Fuwei didn't know how long he had been sitting there. So long that some people outside the palace gates were already getting impatient. Even if there was a marriage agreement, breaking into the palace in the middle of the night like this would not be good for the princess's reputation.

If this gets out, it will only make people think that the royal family lacks authority.

Jiang Yue saw that Zhou Fuwei was holding her body tightly and was still angry. Even if she was dead, she couldn't let him treat her like this.

The guards outside the palace have already failed to hold out.

Zhou Fuwei patiently wiped the blood from her lips, then reopened the palace door. The daylight was bright, and the direct sunlight was already quite dazzling.

His trusted aide rushed to him, knelt down without a word, and explained through gritted teeth, "Master, Princess Mingyi's..."

Princess Mingyi's death was caused by her subordinates' eagerness to protect their mistress, leading them to act on their own initiative.

However, Princess Mingyi's death was entirely beneficial to her master.

Zhou Fuwei looked at him with cold eyes: "No need to say anything, I don't want to hear anything."

Nothing has become meaningful anymore.

Zhou Fuwei killed the person who poisoned her, and he killed many others, too many to remember.

Yet I can still remember it clearly.

When his subordinate, whom he had personally trained, was about to do this yesterday, he clearly guessed it, but he did not stop him.

She acquiesced to it.

In the end, it only harmed both themselves and others, a self-inflicted trap.

As Zhou Fuwei thought this, he coughed again. The blood in his throat was no longer something he could suppress. His pinkish-white handkerchief was instantly stained red, like the red plum blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard.

My throat was filled with a metallic, sweet taste.

Zhou Fuwei could no longer feel the pain. He stood under the eaves of the palace, dressed in thin clothes, with blood on his face and hands. This man, who was usually very clean, did not want to care about it anymore.

He realized that he had never intended to marry her.

It was only because of a casual remark and a promise she made back then that a princess was extricated from a predicament.

If I had known it was her…

He must be overjoyed.

Jiang Yue looked at Zhou Fuwei, who was silent, and thought about many things she didn't know, which gradually became clear.

It turned out that Zhou Fuwei's subordinates had poisoned her.

A subject would die for his ruler, even at the cost of his life; there is nothing wrong with that.

When she sent someone to kill Zhou Fuwei, a major threat, she also considered the possibility of his revenge if she failed.

She was less skilled and lost the bet.

When the truth came out, Jiang Yue didn't feel relieved at all; instead, she felt a pang of regret.

I regret that I died too young.

It's just that Zhou Fuwei ended up killing his meritorious officials, which is really hard to understand. He did it, so why does he not want to admit it?

Jiang Yue watched as Zhou Fuwei lay on the same bed as her corpse. Then, as evening fell, she casually summoned the imperial physician for her, terrifying everyone in the room.

These scenes seemed like a dream to her, always distant.

When Jiang Yue woke up, it took her a while to recover. She felt empty and didn't know what she was thinking.

It's not that hard to accept.

When she chose to kill him, she knew that if he managed to escape, he would not let her go.

He brought it on himself; there's no point in complaining.

But why did Zhou Fuwei not feel a sense of revenge after her death? Instead, he seemed to be in a calm madness that even she couldn't understand.

Jiang Yue couldn't understand or comprehend what he was doing.

She sat on the bed, thinking silently that even if she could return to Jiang Kingdom, it would probably be to return to the years before her death.

In that case, there are some things she doesn't have to do.

We should not provoke Zhou Fuwei, nor should we give him the opportunity to rise to prominence.

From then on, they kept to themselves and did not interfere with each other.

The more Jiang Yue thought about it, the more she felt that this was a win-win solution.

The door was pushed open at that moment, and Zhou Ji came in and saw that she was awake. His voice was pleasant: "It's time to go downstairs for dinner."

When Jiang Yue saw him approach the bedside, she flinched slightly, but her movement of backing away did not escape Zhou Ji's eyes.

The man pursed his lips, looked at her, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yue was still shaken by the scene in her dream, and she shook her head: "It's nothing."

Zhou Ji and Zhou Fuwei only look alike.

Their personalities are actually quite different.

Most of the time, Zhou Ji is easy to talk to, and even when he gets angry, he seems quite easy to coax.

But...but...

Are there really people who look so alike but are unrelated?