A few years ago, while helping Emperor Mingzheng to purge the followers of the former crown prince, Cheng Ying also secretly killed many treacherous officials who had committed crimes. Of course, there were also some loyal officials among them.

But capable ministers like Liu Yu and Shen Tian are still alive today. Although it is because they acted cautiously and knew when to advance and retreat, it is also because Cheng Ying never thought of taking action against them.

A few years ago, the agreed deadline arrived, but Jiaojiao's soul never came to this world. Cheng Ying finally realized that he had been deceived by Zhang Daoling. In a rage, he imprisoned Zhang Daoling in the dark bottom of the Nianqu Pagoda, where he suffered torture.

The reason why Zhang Daoling's life was never taken was because Cheng Ying refused to give up.

Sometimes people just have to rely on a little bit of wishful thinking to survive, even if they know it's just wishful thinking.

When he first saw Liang Wushuang's portrait in Fahua Temple, he thought... that was Jiaojiao! He thought that he had waited for several years, his obsession had come true, and Zhang Daoling's magic circle had taken effect, so he couldn't wait to return to Beijing.

But in the end it was all in vain. Liang Wushuang just had a face similar to Jiaojiao, but she was not her at all.

Cheng Ying was willing to support her, firstly because of her face, and secondly because of his crazy obsession. What if one day, Jiaojiao's soul was transported to Liang Wushuang's body!

Cheng Ying hated everything in this world, no matter whether it was people or things. He had been living like a ghost for so many years, just waiting for Jiaojiao to come.

He collected box after box of silks and satins, as well as beautiful skirts, hairpins, accessories, rouge and powder, all prepared for Jiaojiao. If one day, Jiaojiao really came, he would present the best things in the world to her and let her choose. He would make her happy and give her everything she wanted.

He didn't know whether Jiaojiao suffered after he left, living alone in the world without anyone to rely on, nor did he know whether his death in front of her in that way would leave any shadow on her.

Whenever he thought of this, Cheng Ying became so manic that he wanted to kill someone. If it weren't for that medical incident, he would have spent his long life with Jiaojiao in the original world, watching the morning and evening bells and enjoying the passing of time.

Why should his beautiful life be filled with regrets because of a scum who sought medical treatment? He was hated by the world. He and Jiaojiao learned medicine to save people, but not only did they not get any reward, but they ended up being separated and never to see each other again.

That’s why Cheng Ying hates the world. People in the world are selfish and only care about their own life and death. None of them is a good person.

Sometimes he really wanted to destroy this world, dragging everyone with him to be buried with him, and put an end to it all. That way, when he went to the underworld, maybe he would be able to see Jiaojiao again.

Countless extreme and dark thoughts flashed through his mind, and Cheng Ying laughed, but behind the crazy smile was a burning torment.

With a cold look in his eyes, he picked up a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his palm, threw the blood-stained broken glass on the ground, and casually wrapped a circle of gauze around his palm. He sat down next to the pipa in the corner, picked up the pipa and casually plucked a few strings, and a song of colorful clothes and feathered clothes poured out.

If Yu Jiao were here, she would recognize the tune at once.

Cheng Ying played the piano for half a day before her turbulent emotions gradually calmed down. She sent a carrier pigeon to send a message to Xia Ning, asking him to catch the person who rescued Zhang Daoling.

Throwing the carrier pigeon out of the window, Cheng Ying went to Bodhi Mountain, the site of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. The local people from Xianyang who were recruited to work were busy there. The person in charge of the construction period appointed by Cheng Ying was the prefect of Xianyang. This man and the people from the prefect's office were digging the ground and digging the mud here in short shirts, fearing that the Hall of Supreme Harmony would not be completed in three months and he would lose his life then.

Seeing Cheng Ying coming, Xianyang prefect Hou Junsheng hurried over to greet him, "Governor, you are here."

Cheng Ying replied calmly, "Go and do your thing."

Hou Junsheng left with a nod and a bow, and ordered the servant to hold an umbrella for Cheng Ying to shade her from the sun, and asked someone to make tea and bring it to the thatched hut.

Knowing that Cheng Ying liked cleanliness, the person who made tea specially scalded the teacups with hot water and wiped them clean. However, Cheng Ying did not touch the tea. She waved away the person holding the umbrella and went up Bodhi Mountain alone.

There are a few bamboo houses halfway up Bodhi Mountain, which look inconspicuous from the outside.

When Cheng Ying was selecting a site for the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he went up Mount Bodhi for the first time and found that this place was very similar to the hill where his teacher lived in his previous life. So he drew the three bamboo houses in his memory and asked people to rebuild them exactly according to the drawings.

The furnishings in the bamboo house are extremely modern. Cheng Ying spent a lot of effort to get every item here. There is a mercury mirror that took a craftsman half a year to cast; there are glass lamps, although they cannot be powered by electricity; and there are extremely modern wardrobes, beds and sofas.

This is a small world that Cheng Ying created for himself, containing his past and everything he desires.

The first bamboo house on the left hand, from the furnishings inside, you can tell at a glance that it is where girls live.

Cheng Ying stayed in this bamboo house the longest. He expected that one morning, the owner of this room would open the window, stretch himself, smile at him and call him "Senior Brother".

Cheng Ying, who hated dust and dirt the most, wiped the dust off the tables and chairs with his fingertips, took out a handkerchief and cleaned the room himself, took out bedding and a doll he had sewn himself from the closet, lay on his back on the bed, hugged the doll, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he was walking on the Qinling Mountains. Jiaojiao was acting coquettishly and asked him to carry her down the mountain. He squatted down, and Jiaojiao lay on his back, leaning close to his ear and asked him with a smile, "Brother, am I heavy?"

"Little lazy pig, you've gained weight." The corners of his lips curled up.

Jiaojiao twisted his waist, not with much force, just like tickling.

He smiled and walked down the mountain with Jiaojiao on his back. Jiaojiao lay on his back and chattered everything from talking bad about the teacher to reciting medical books. The way down the mountain in the dream was very long, as if it would never end. He could carry Jiaojiao and walk all the way down until the leaves turned green and then yellow, until the cicadas' chirping on the branches turned into falling snow, until the end of time.