Final Chapter

Jiang Zhu spit out large mouthfuls of blood. Before he died, his eyes showed his collapse. He murmured, "It's wrong. It must be wrong somewhere."

As soon as she finished speaking, she died with her eyes wide open.

Lin Desheng frowned and said calmly, "Clean up this place and take the body back with you!"

"yes!"

By the time Jiang Yun received the news, the three kingdoms had already merged. From then on, there was only one kingdom in Qingyun Continent, and that was Qingyun Kingdom!

Hearing what Lin Desheng said, Jiang Yun just frowned slightly and said lightly: "Well, you did a good job! But we can't let Jiang Zhu be too lonely on the road to the underworld, send Fu Jingchuan down to accompany her!"

After Lin Desheng nodded, he went to the prison.

On that day, Jiang Lintian, the head of the Jiang family, held a funeral. At the same time, the former crown prince Fu Jingchuan was also buried silently, and Jiang Zhu was buried with him.

As for Jiang Ju, he was buried in the Jiang family's ancestral tomb together with Jiang Lintian and Aunt Liu.

Whenever she thought of it later, Jiang Yun would praise herself for being kind and allowing them to be together even after death.

Another New Year's Eve.

Jiang Yun was bent over the desk in the imperial study, reviewing memorials, while from time to time a few clusters of fireworks exploded outside the window.

The memorials submitted from all over the country were full of joy - the improved grain varieties made every household's granary filled to the brim, and after the tax reduction order was implemented, even the poorest Longxi County could afford to slaughter the New Year pig.

"Gurgle--" Her stomach suddenly growled, and she realized it was already late. Just as I was about to ask someone to add another cup of tea, the door hinge creaked.

Fu Xuanyu came in carrying a celadon bowl, the hot steam covering half of his face: "Freshly cooked mutton soup, serve it while it's hot." He took off the nine-翟 crown prescribed by the empress, and tied his long black hair casually with a red rope, looking like an ordinary husband waiting for his wife to come home.

Jiang Yun smiled and went to take the bowl, her fingertips touching the back of his frozen red hand: "Why are your hands so cold?" Before she could finish her words, she was pulled up, and the soup bowl made an oily circle on the table.

"Emperor Jiang," Fu Xuanyu wrapped the fox fur around her shoulders, "You promised three years ago that when the world is stable, you will only be Fu Xuanyu's wife on New Year's Eve."

He pushed Jiang Yun to sit at the table nearby and brought the mutton soup to her. "Drink some soup first to fill your stomach. I have asked someone to prepare fireworks. Your Majesty, please accompany me to watch them."

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The glazed tiles were covered with a thin layer of snow, which shone brightly in the moonlight.

Jiang Yun jumped onto the roof lightly, followed closely by Fu Xuanyu, holding a pot of warm wine in his hand.

In the distance, the lights of Phoenix spread out like a galaxy, and the hustle and bustle of New Year's Eve was faintly heard, but it seemed to be a world away from them.

"You really know how to choose a place." Jiang Yun took the wine jug with a smile, tilted his head back and took a sip. The wine slid down the corners of his lips and was gently wiped away by Fu Xuanyu.

His fingertips were slightly cold, but they warmed her heart.

"It's clear from here." Fu Xuanyu sat down beside her. His dark robe blended into the night. Only the silver phoenix embroidered on the lapel was faintly visible in the moonlight.

He looked up at the sky, the lights in the distance reflected in his eyes, as if they were filled with stars.

Suddenly, a soft sound pierced the night sky, and the first cluster of fireworks exploded in the distance. Golden light poured down like a waterfall, illuminating the faces of the two people.

Jiang Yun opened her eyes slightly, with bright light and shadow reflected in her eyes, as if she had returned to the noisy and warm New Year's Eve in modern times.

"This is a firework developed according to your recipe, but I also made some improvements." Fu Xuanyu said softly, his voice was particularly clear in the gaps between the fireworks, "Let it bloom like acacia flowers."

Before he finished speaking, another cluster of fireworks rose into the sky, and this time it actually turned into a huge acacia flower, with petals layered upon layer. Golden light fell like rain, making the entire night sky look like daytime.

Jiang Yun was watching intently when she suddenly felt Fu Xuanyu holding her hand gently. His palms were warm, but his fingertips were trembling slightly.

"Ayun," he called her in a low voice, with a barely perceptible nervousness in his voice, "If there is an afterlife, I am willing to give up everything for you and just be the ordinary person who accompanies you on the rooftop to watch the fireworks."

Jiang Yun turned her head and met his deep eyes. The afterglow of the fireworks flickered in his eyes, as if hiding countless unexpressed emotions.

She suddenly smiled, reached out to touch his cheek, and gently stroked the wrinkles between his brows with her fingertips.

"Ayu," she said softly, with a hint of teasing in her voice, "You have been ordinary enough in this life, and you even gave up the throne to me."

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed and pulled her into his arms. There was a faint scent of osmanthus in her hair, mixed with the smell of fireworks, which made his heart soften.

"In the next life, I will be a woodcutter and you will be a village girl," he said in her ear, his warm breath brushing her ears, "we will plant a field of red beans in the mountains, watch the sunset every day, and count the stars every night."

Jiang Yun leaned on his shoulder and watched another cluster of fireworks bloom in the night sky. This time it turned into two phoenixes embracing each other, with their golden wings spread out as if they were about to break through the sky. She gently held his hand and drew a circle on his palm with her fingertips.

"Okay," she replied softly, with a smile in her voice, "but you have to promise me that you will be the one setting off the fireworks in the next life."

Fu Xuanyu looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness. He kissed the top of her head gently, his voice low and firm: "I will be with you for all my life."

From then on, the mountains and rivers were peaceful, the years were quiet, the beauty snuggled in my arms, and we spent a wonderful night together.