Seeing that Xuanyuan Han ignored all her advice and left resolutely and angrily, she was deeply moved.

For a moment, Consort Chun's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

At this moment, how could she accept such a devastating piece of news: "How is this possible? Xuanyuan Ye... he is not the late emperor's bloodline..."

After pondering for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.

Finally, she walked out of Chenghua Palace, looking utterly dejected.

All the memories of my life and my time with the late emperor flooded my mind, flowing gently like a stream in the quiet night.

Accompanied by the joys and sorrows, the loves and hates, the anger and the grief of this lifetime...

The two most important women in the late emperor's life were the Empress Dowager and himself.

Although I entered the palace later and never held that high position.

However, after she entered the palace, the late emperor treated her with even more care and affection, showing her the utmost respect and protection.

I thought that my life would be just like that, uneventful, peaceful, and stable.

Having someone who loves me and a son to keep me company is enough!

Until one day, a portrait of the guardian's descendant was brought into the palace.

Everything changed.

In the eyes of the late emperor, there was no one else.

He spends all his time with only one painting.

Indeed, the descendant of the guardian was someone even I, as a woman, could never forget after seeing him for the rest of my life.

Let alone the late emperor!

The world is vast, but her own world is very, very small. Yet even with such a humble and narrow world, it has completely lost its color.

But no one expected that the descendants of the guardian would disappear unexpectedly halfway through their journey to the palace.

When the late emperor learned of this news, his long-awaited hopes turned into deep sorrow. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and remained bedridden until his death.

Unexpectedly, this loss lasted for decades, during which time Western Qin suffered from a series of natural and man-made disasters.

The continent was frequently invaded by the other three small countries, and its own son was also constantly fighting on all sides. War raged everywhere on the Lingkong Continent.

Too many people were separated from their families and displaced, as if the whole world had fallen into chaos...

As he walked and thought, he suddenly lost his footing as soon as he stepped out of the palace gate.

"Your Highness, watch your step!"

Fortunately, Huan'er, who was still waiting at the door, saw it and rushed forward to help him up.

He asked anxiously and with concern, "What's wrong with Your Highness, the Imperial Concubine?"

Unexpectedly, Consort Chun was completely unaware of the danger beneath her feet, and kept muttering to herself.

"This is impossible?"

"That's absolutely impossible?"

"how so?"

"How could this have happened?"

"What exactly happened?" Huan'er, who had been with Consort Chun for many years, had never seen her so shaken.

Suddenly, Consort Chun grabbed Huan'er's arm tightly, staring intently into her eyes, and said, "Your Highness and the Princess, they can't be together, they can't be together, absolutely not..."

Huan'er asked, puzzled, "Why can't Your Highness and the Princess Consort be together?"

Consort Chun kept shaking her head.

Recalling the disappearance of the previous guardian, the Western Qin Kingdom still feels deeply horrified: "Before the late emperor, he only wanted to take her into his harem. Before this was even accomplished, it had already aroused the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people, causing our Western Qin to suffer a three-year drought and starvation everywhere..."

Now, what Xuan Yuanhan has done terrifies her even more: "Now, they have actually..."

Huan'er clearly didn't understand what Consort Chun was talking about, so she asked, "What is Your Highness saying?"

Consort Chun was terrified and lost in her own thoughts, muttering to herself, "Guardian... Guardian... Western Qin cannot lose its guardian again..."

The mere thought of it terrified Consort Chun.

She had thought that Emperor Jing was only afraid that if he found out that the guardian had become the Princess Consort of Qin, he would be furious and bring disaster upon the royal family. But she never expected that Emperor Jing was not the late emperor's biological son.

The true emperor was actually his own son, and his own son had become estranged from his guardian...

Seemingly too afraid to think any further, Consort Chun was extremely anxious: "If this continues, it won't be my son, but my guardian..."

Huan'er was truly frightened by the seemingly bewitched appearance of the Consort Chun before her, and was almost in tears: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Don't frighten Huan'er!"

Consort Chun continued, seemingly oblivious to her own words, "If this continues, the Guardians will be doomed! The world will be without Guardians forever..."

Upon hearing this, Huan'er was greatly alarmed and exclaimed, "What? The Guardian will... What should we do?"

"what to do?"

Upon hearing this, Consort Chun fell into deep and fearful contemplation.

The Western Qin Imperial Palace under the cover of night.

One after another, towering palaces stood in the quiet night, appearing exceptionally solemn and dignified.

The brilliant and dazzling lights, like a reflection of the Milky Way in the distant sky above, dotted the landscape.

Looking out from the highest tower, the Milky Way stretches far into the distance, and beneath the vast sky, countless lights twinkle in the homes of the city—everything seems so beautiful!

Changning Palace.

Yi Shangyun lay quietly on the couch, her thoughts swirling and turning, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.

Looking out the window at the night sky, a bright moon hangs high above the treetops.

Amidst the chirping of summer insects, a faint, melodious flute tune seemed to drift into my ears.

So she silently got up, pushed open the door, and went out.

Following the sound, I walked along the winding corridor, illuminated by the dim candlelight.

After stepping over a few more stone slabs and crossing a small arched bridge, beneath which lay a tranquil lotus pond bathed in moonlight.

At this moment, Tuoba Hong, who was also unable to sleep at night, was standing in the pavilion by the lotus pond, pouring out his complex thoughts to the bright moon above with the melodious sound of his flute.

Yi Shangyun then quietly walked to the stone bench behind him and sat down, listening to the entire piece of music in peace.

When the music ended and Tuoba Hong put away his flute, he suddenly turned around and found that Yi Shangyun had come to his side at some point. He was somewhat surprised and apologized to her, "Did my flute music disturb you?"

Yi Shangyun smiled and shook her head at him, saying, "No, it's not you, it's just that I can't sleep!"

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Hongdun was stunned for a moment, and immediately asked with great concern, "Is it because you are feeling unwell? Let me take a look."

As she spoke, she nervously reached out to take his pulse.

Yi Shangyun instinctively placed her hands on her abdomen and explained, "No need, I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine, really perfectly fine. You don't need to worry about me, I just... it's hot, and I can't sleep, so I thought I'd come out for some fresh air."

Seeing that she seemed to want to speak but hesitated, Tuoba Hong slowly withdrew his hand that was raised in mid-air, and he seemed to have guessed her thoughts.

Under the moonlight, the water rippled and shimmered.

The delicate fragrance of lotus blossoms drifted everywhere on the evening breeze, wafting through the air.

The two of them sat there quietly.

For a long time, no one spoke again, and no one knew what they were thinking.

After a long while, they suddenly spoke at the same time.

Yi Shangyun: "I want to ask you a question..."

Tuoba Hong: "I want to ask you a question..."

Clearly, both of them were a little embarrassed at that moment.

But then, he didn't want to say the same thing again.

Tuoba Hong: "You go first!"

Yi Shangyun: "You go first!"

"You go first!"

In the end, Yi Shangyun insisted that Tuoba Hong speak first.

During this period of time, Tuoba Hong struggled internally for a long time.

Perhaps it was the gentle southerly breeze tonight, but she seemed to have finally mustered the courage to ask, "I've always wanted to ask you, who is Wei Mingxuan?"

“Wei Mingxuan…”

Upon hearing this, Yi Shangyun silently recited a phrase, and his thoughts suddenly became very long.

My memories returned to my middle school days.

After a long while, she took a deep breath and said, "Wei Mingxuan... When I first met him, the sky was so blue that day, as if I had never seen such a blue sky before. He was like a breeze in the third month of spring, shining brightly under a sudden burst of spring sunshine. From that moment on, it was an eternity."

As expected, everything turned out exactly as he predicted; he knew this would be the outcome.

At that moment, he was indeed consumed by jealousy.

But why, even so, did he still harbor a sliver of hope, wishing it wasn't what he imagined?

Until now, I heard her say it herself.

His heart also felt an extreme pain.

He tried his best to suppress the heavy pain in his heart and spoke again: "A man who can make Wu Le like him must be very outstanding, right?"

Recalling the past, as if remembering something, Yi Shangyun suddenly had tears in her eyes, but then smiled faintly and said, "No, it's not like that."

Tuoba Hong then became somewhat curious: "No... then how come you..."

With a glint in her eyes, Yi Shangyun said slowly, "Wei Mingxuan is a very quiet person. Even when it's just the two of us, he remains quiet. But as long as he's by my side, I feel at ease."

After a pause, Yi Shangyun pursed her lips slightly and continued, "Perhaps this is what it's like to like someone. In a crowd, you see him at first glance, you've decided he's the one, and for you, he's the only one for you in this life!"

Tuoba Hong could sense the joy she felt when she spoke of Wei Mingxuan. Although he felt a pang of sadness, he couldn't help but silently admire her: "The purest and most beautiful feelings are often those that are not driven by power or self-interest."

Tuoba Hong was truly envious of their relationship, so he tentatively asked, "Then you must be very happy in your other world."

Upon hearing this, Yi Shangyun instantly lost the faint smile on her face.

A wave of sadness washed over her, and tears instantly blurred her vision.

He muttered to himself, "I...lost him."

"What?"

You lost him!

"What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Hong exclaimed in surprise.