Lin Daiyu smiled slightly and continued to tease her second daughter, Dou Dou, in her arms. Dou Dou's round eyes were still staring at her mother's beautiful face, with a toothless, innocent smile on her lips.

Seeing that their daughter/wife did not show any signs of sadness, Qingyin and Baotai breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Qingyin did help out in secret, finding a good adoptive family for the young boy and giving him some money. As long as he doesn't do anything reckless later, he should be able to live a peaceful life.

Time passed, and the new emperor, Yinzhen, ascended the throne.

The situation in the world stabilized, and Qingyin would spend her free time taking care of her grandson and strolling around the surrounding area when she had nothing else to do. Her life slowly came to an end.

The elderly Qingyin lay on the hospital bed. Although wrinkles were present on her face, they did not diminish the beauty of her body. Judging from her temperament, she was a woman of unparalleled elegance.

The arrival of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren was abandoned, leaving only the no-longer-young Lin Daiyu in the space.

Just like the little girl in the Lin family who still had tears in her eyes, Lin Daiyu nestled in Qingyin's arms and couldn't help but cry, her tears streaming down her face, exuding a strong sense of sorrow.

Qingyin gently took Lin Daiyu's hand, just like when they were young: "Pin'er, don't cry. Father has been with you all his life and is very happy."

“Father! It’s me too.” Lin Daiyu said earnestly, holding back her tears.

Having received a response from Lin Daiyu, the old man on the bed smiled and closed his eyes as if he had received a result.

Lin Daiyu noticed something and touched the old man's nose.

Father is gone.

From this day forward, she will no longer have a father.

At that moment, Lin Daiyu suddenly realized she had no tears left. Calmly, she opened the door and saw the obvious worry in her children's and husband's eyes. She forced a smile.

But that smile was even uglier than a cry.

A month later, looking at the familiar Lin family mansion under construction, Lin Daiyu burst into tears in her husband's arms, and her suppressed emotions finally subsided.

Those who have left are gone, but those who are alive must live well. I suppose that's what Father thinks too.

Back in the system space, Qingyin sorted out the proceeds from the system's sales and the high prices reported by the mission, nodding in satisfaction. As for the reward given by the fairy for this mission, she would have to wait until the fairy returned; she wasn't in a hurry.

As for the mission objectives, Qingyin was very clear about them. The fairy was the fairy, and Daiyu was Daiyu. Their memories and experiences were completely different. She didn't think they would be the same person, so she didn't have any other feelings for that fairy.