In a small border town, Zhao Moyan changed out of his Mongolian clothes, donned a straw hat, and prepared to return to the border army that very night. As he neared the border city gates, a sudden, inexplicable pang of heartache struck him. He looked up towards the capital. A shooting star streaked across the night sky, brilliant and fleeting. Zhao Moyan stood there for a long time. Three years have passed. Are you all doing well? Tian Yu, have you achieved your wish? Why can't I still believe it?

When Li Yong saw Zhao Moyan appear before him, his eyes widened. He slapped himself a few times and excitedly touched Zhao Moyan, saying, "Brother, have you come back to life? I'm so sorry, I couldn't find your head."

"I'm not dead!" Zhao Moyan pushed him away and said.

"Brother! Don't scare me." Li Yong checked Zhao Moyan again before he believed that Zhao Moyan was indeed not dead. He hugged Zhao Moyan and began to cry about the hardships of the past few days. It turned out that not long after he was demoted, he returned to the border to become a small city guard. Although he was unwilling, he thought that this was the place where his elder brother had once been stationed, so he made up his mind.

Only Li Yong knew that Zhao Moyan had returned, because the army had changed its commander. Wu Yaohui sent one of his generals to replace Zhao Moyan. This person was also surnamed Zhao. Li Yong was very dissatisfied with him. This General Zhao had also repeatedly suppressed them. The army was no longer the same as when Zhao Moyan was in charge. This General Zhao was very dissatisfied with Zhao Moyan and arbitrarily changed the rules of the army, replacing all the veteran generals around Zhao Moyan.

After learning the news from Li Yong, Zhao Moyan told Li Yong not to alert anyone else and to wait for the right opportunity. Finally, Zhao Moyan asked in a low voice, "How is things in the capital?"

Li Yong, of course, knew what he was asking, and said angrily, "She's doing very well. She even gave birth to the Emperor's eldest son. Brother, you shouldn't be sad for her anymore." Since Zhao Moyan's funeral, Li Yong hadn't inquired about Tian Yu anymore. He wanted to tell Zhao Moyan what Tian Yu had done at his funeral, but looking at Zhao Moyan, he decided against it. In any case, he had heard for the past three years that the Emperor had been very fond of the Empress.

"Keep an eye on news from the capital these next couple of days, and let me know if there's any news," Zhao Moyan said before leaving. Li Yong didn't even have time to catch up before Zhao Moyan vanished. Li Yong was both happy and heartbroken. His older brother was back, and he wouldn't have to suffer this humiliation anymore. But why was his brother becoming increasingly cold, not even showing him any concern? He had cried his heart out for him.

Three days later, Li Yong looked at the note in his hand, his whole body trembling, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Zhang Zhan and Lu Da supported him and asked, "What's wrong?"

The two men simultaneously looked at the note in Li Yong's hand, their eyes widening in shock. They all stared at Li Yong, trembling. What were they going to do? They had just learned yesterday that Zhao Moyan was still alive, and were overjoyed for a day. Was it all going to end today?

Zhang Zhan said, trembling, "Should we inform the Prince?"

"What do you think?!" Lu Da asked him back, but then looked at Li Yong uncertainly.

Li Yong trembled and tears streamed down his face as he said, "Let's not say anything yet!"

“Do you think the Marquis wouldn’t know if we’ve all received the news?” Lu Da said. The three of them looked at each other nervously and fell silent. They all knew the answer.

In the tavern in the border town, Zhao Moyan saw the same note and the same message. He was so shocked that he didn't dare to blink. He repeatedly checked the note in his hand, hoping that he had misread it, but it was still the same nine words: Mr. Tian self-destructed in front of the palace gate!

Zhao Moyan crushed the wine glass in his hand, piercing his palm and drawing blood. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He calculated the message's date—the night he returned. In anguish, Zhao Moyan closed his eyes, crumpling the note into pieces, mixing it with the blood on his hand. He could no longer hold back his sobs. Self-destruction! Self-destruction! He couldn't understand why this was happening, why it was self-destruction! What did self-destruction mean? How could he self-destruct? Was he dead or what?!

When Li Yong arrived, he saw wine jars scattered all over the ground and Zhao Moyan passed out drunk. He also saw a blood-stained note on the ground and immediately understood that Zhao Moyan knew everything.

"Brother, haven't you let it all go? Your sister-in-law treated you like that, why are you still like this? You should hate her, why are you hurting yourself?" Li Yong said angrily when he saw the injury on Zhao Mo's hand.

“I hate her! I want to hate her too, but I can’t hate her here!” Zhao Moyan said, pointing to his heart.

Li Yong snatched the wine jar from Zhao Moyan's hand and said, "For her sake, I will not avenge the Zhao family!"

Zhao Moyan smiled and continued looking for more wine, while Li Yong left angrily.

Zhao Moyan hid in his room for three days without seeing anyone. When Li Yong barged in again, Zhao Moyan was already unconscious from drinking. Li Yong helped him up, put him on the bed, and gave him water. Seeing that Zhao Moyan had a few more strands of white hair than before, Li Yong couldn't bear it. He thought about it for a long time afterward. Since his older brother couldn't let go, then he shouldn't let go either.

Li Yong shook his head and said softly, "Brother! Sister-in-law won't just leave like this. You have to trust her. Maybe this is a scheme she devised."

"What does 'self-destruct' mean? Why would she self-destruct?" Zhao Moyan asked sadly.

"I don't know either, but I heard before that my sister-in-law invented something called explosives and even blew through the walls of the palace."

"Did she blow herself up with explosives?!" Zhao Moyan had also heard Hash mention this before.

“I’ve already sent people to investigate the specifics, but as you know, I don’t have complete control over the military camp these days, and we haven’t received any news yet. Brother, don’t be like this. I believe your wife wouldn’t do such a thing. The lack of news means she’s waiting for you to rescue her. Cheer up, let’s go back to Beijing together and get her out!”

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