Concubine Zhao Ling rushed into the military camp and returned happily with the news that she had obtained soldiers and food. She wanted to tell everyone that they were all saved, but the atmosphere in the military camp was gloomy and white flags were hung.
Everyone carried the bodies in silence and treated the wounded in silence.
Zhao Lingfei stood in the camp at a loss, and suddenly she saw Yan Xiaozhou. Yan Xiaozhou came out of a tent holding a bowl of medicine. The slender girl stood in front of the camp, like a thin moonlight, hazy and seemed to disappear at any time.
Zhao Lingfei: "Sister Xiaozhou!"
Yan Xiaozhou turned around. Zhao Lingfei saw that her eyes were still clear and dark, still calm and gentle. But Zhao Lingfei felt uneasy, and always felt that something was wrong.
Yan Xiaozhou gently interrupted Zhao Lingfei's questioning: "My second brother is back. If you have anything to ask, ask him."
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Half an hour later, standing in Yan Shang's commander's tent, Zhao Lingfei listened in a daze as the soldier summoned by Yan Shang reported on the brutal battle in the Grand Canyon.
The soldiers were filled with grief and indignation: "Fifty thousand soldiers, all buried in the valley! Before he died, General Yang took away the powerful Wuman King of the Nanman. The Nanman were furious, and they took General Yang's body to vent their anger.
"Of all the people, only General Yang's body was gone. They had mutilated him beyond recognition. We didn't want to see the general being humiliated like this after his death, so we burned him down."
Trembling, he took out a golden bell from his arms.
He didn't dare look at the girl squatting on the ground making medicine for her second brother. He just turned his face away and said, "This is the only thing General Yang left behind."
Concubine Zhao Ling stared blankly.
When she heard that her cousin had died, tears immediately filled her eyes. She then looked at the golden bell in the soldier's hand and suddenly remembered that her cousin had said that he wanted to end it all and marry Xiaozhou's sister. Zhao Lingfei turned her head in a trance and looked at Yan Xiaozhou.
Yan Xiaozhou squatted on the ground, fanning herself with a fan, still boiling the medicine. Her eyes were focused on the fire, and she seemed to have not heard the sergeant's words at all.
Concubine Zhao Ling looked at Yan Shang again.
Yan Erlang, the man who had made her heart flutter and fall in love with him in his youth, sat in front of the couch, his skinny hands resting on his curled knees, his face as pale as paper. Yan Shang lowered his eyes and said nothing, leaving the room in silence.
Yan Shang, who has always been considerate of everyone's mood, has a calm temperament and is kind to others, just sat there without saying a word.
He was extremely tired, extremely lonely, extremely tired, and sick and coughing up blood. He had nothing to say.
Tears dripped from Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes.
Tears wet her face. She wanted to collapse and say it was impossible. She wanted to say how her cousin was so powerful, how could he die. She resented the war, resented the Nanman, and resented why Yan Shang left and let his cousin sacrifice his life... She resented herself even more.
Why couldn't she bring in help sooner?
Why is her father an evil person?
Did her father indirectly kill her cousin, and did she also indirectly kill her cousin?
The tears were desolate and the heart was full of pain. Concubine Zhao Ling stood there stiffly, thinking a lot. After a while, she squatted on the ground, covered her eyes and face with her hands, and cried loudly.
She cried until she couldn't breathe, and her whole body was shaking.
Cousin! Cousin!
She hated the war, hated everyone who killed her cousin, hated everything!
Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head and faced Yan Shang: "I will never, never, never... forgive my father!
"Brother Yan, please let me go to the battlefield! Let me fight the southern barbarians! I want to kill them and avenge my cousin!"
She broke down and cried, squatting on the ground and crying.
Yan Xiaozhou was quiet, much calmer than her emotional breakdown. Yan Xiaozhou picked up the boiled medicine and handed it to her second brother. She said softly: "Second brother, you drink the medicine first. Second sister-in-law is still waiting for you to come back, and the whole Wei Dynasty is waiting for you to uphold justice... You can't fall."
Zhao Lingfei looked up blankly, wondering why Yan Xiaozhou didn't cry, not even a single tear. Why was Yan Xiaozhou so calm, as if... so cold and emotionless.
Yan Shang said nothing. He took the medicine from his sister's hand and drank it all in one gulp.
He used a handkerchief to cover his mouth and spit out blood. He looked down at the blood on the handkerchief and whispered, "Go out and call the generals in for me."
He will continue to preside over the battlefield.
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Yan Shang was under great pressure.
On one side was his wife whose life or death was uncertain, and on the other side was Yang Si whose entire army was killed in the battle.
He couldn't stop vomiting blood, but he didn't dare to delay. After he woke up from his coma that day, he supported his broken body and interrogated the envoy again overnight.
The Nanman envoy from Guangzhou asked him again whether he would withdraw his troops, and Yan Shang answered word for word: "Never."
Yang Si solved Meng Zaishi, and the battle in Jiannan would soon be won. Yang Si won the victory with his life, so how could Yan Shang retreat for personal reasons?
The envoy was arrogant and angry: "If you don't withdraw your troops, your wife will be killed by our king! You will be left without a wife!"
There was no light in Yan Shang's eyes.
He seemed to smile, but that smile was extremely miserable.
He said, "No, no."
He seemed to be in a daze, muttering: "I will give her my life as compensation...but I cannot withdraw my troops."
Between the country and the individual, he will choose the country.
Among all the people in the world and his lover, he has to give up his lover in the end.
Just like a prophecy, he always chooses this way. In the dead of night, even he hates himself and despises himself. Why does he always do this?
When he was emotionally broken, he impulsively wanted to withdraw his troops, but he controlled himself with his strong will. He felt like a walking corpse, and every day was a torment. Every night when he thought of Mu Wanyao, he would cough up blood and his health was getting worse and worse.
When his body was about to be ruined by himself, news came from faraway Chang'an that Prime Minister Liu had committed suicide.
So Yan Shang didn't dare to get sick anymore, and didn't dare to think about Mu Wanyao anymore.
He supported himself and returned to Jiannan to lead the war. Meng Zaishi was dead. As long as he seized the time, the battle in Jiannan could be over in a month. He also gave up Guangzhou and gave up letting the envoys pass on the news. He prepared for the worst. Overnight, everyone found that Yan Shang was like a different person.
He spoke very little, and gave orders in a few words. His orders were extremely detailed, almost specifying how the soldiers should take every step.
He was afraid that what happened to Yang Si would happen again.
He was also extremely cruel. He violated the principle of not beheading envoys and directly interrogated the envoy with severe punishment, clearly intending to torture him to death.
Yan Xiaozhou was still treating the wounded in the military camp, while Zhao Lingfei went to the battlefield.
In June, the war in Jiannan began to end. The soldiers from Chang'an drove the southern barbarians back to Longyou and Hexi. Yan Shang finally got in touch with Chang'an, which had been under siege for three months.
At the same time, the envoy saw Yan Shang's determination to kill him, and he could not resist the torture, so he confessed an extremely important piece of information before his death. After receiving the information, Yan Shang ordered his men to hurry up and look for the person.
In the middle of the night when the rain was drizzling, Yan Shang sat on the terrace by the light of a candle, wearing a coat and with his long hair loose, and wrote a letter to Wei Shu in Chang'an: "The siege of Chang'an has finally been lifted, and I have reconciled with the Wei family. I am very relieved.
"The sin of the world and the disaster of Chang'an are due to the incompetence and lack of justice of the ruler. The only one who destroyed the world is this ruler.
"There is also the eunuch Liu Wenji who controls the government, colludes with foreign countries, and frames loyal and good people. Only his death can comfort the heroic spirits of the world.
"Brother, I have learned that Cheng An, the former chief eunuch who served the late emperor, is still alive. He is in Hexi. I can have someone look for him according to the map. I have attached the map with this letter.
"Although you are in Jiannan, you are concerned about the political affairs in Chang'an. I would like to express my humble opinion and discuss with you the matter of killing the eunuchs as a co-prime minister..."
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The siege of Chang'an was lifted when the troops came to support the king. The troops took over the duties of the elite troops from Longyou and drove the Nanman troops back to Longyou. The four countries that Wei Shu had entrusted attacked from behind and cooperated with Wei. The two sides sandwiched the Nanman in the middle, striving to completely end the battlefield in Hexi and defeat the enemy.
The Nanman army was exhausted.
The invasion war, which lasted for a year, was carefully planned with the efforts of the whole country and countless preparations. But this was the result. If they had taken Chang'an, with Chang'an as a helper, they would have been able to defeat Wei miserably. However, the attack on Chang'an failed, Meng Zaishi died on the battlefield of Jiannan, and their king, King Ale, was also deeply trapped in the situation.
Now the building has collapsed and the Southern Barbarians are in panic. They cannot contact their king and don't know what to do next.
The Southern Barbarians are about to be defeated.
Everyone saw the result clearly.
Only the emperor in the palace in Chang'an City didn't know.
Because no one told the emperor the news, even Liu Wenji, who was trusted by the emperor, helped the ministers to hide the news from the emperor.
The emperor was allowed to dream every night that Chang'an had fallen and he was taken hostage.
Yan Shang and Wei Shu corresponded back and forth, and Yan Shang corresponded back and forth with several ministers in the court. Too many people died in this war. Unknowingly, Yan Shang, who controlled the battle situation in Jiannan, and Wei Shu, who persuaded the guards to betray the emperor, became the main force in the later stage of this war.
The ministers cooperated with the two in silence.
The ministers watched quietly as Yan Shang and Wei Shu wove together a counterattack, weaving a dense network over Chang'an. When everyone wanted a person to die, when everyone participated in the murder, that person had no hope of survival.
Deep in the palace, the emperor woke up from a nightmare in a cold sweat again. He was nervous, thinking that the guards wanted to kill him, and dreaming that he was taken hostage.
His mouth was dry in the middle of the night: "Liu Wenji! Liu Wenji!"
Liu Wenji entered the palace to light the lamp and comfort the emperor. He saw the emperor put on his clothes and sat up, and drank three cups of water violently before he calmed down.
The emperor held Liu Wenji's hand anxiously and said, "I dreamed that the palace was not safe and the southern barbarians had invaded Chang'an... Eunuch Liu, haven't the southern barbarians invaded yet?"
The southern barbarians had already withdrawn.
But everyone was admiring the emperor's frightened look, and no one exposed the lie.
Liu Wenji remained calm and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have driven out all the imperial guards in the palace and have gone to fight the southern barbarians. Now, only the soldiers from the Northern Yamen are protecting Your Majesty in the palace."
The emperor breathed a sigh of relief: "I am relieved about the people of the Northern Court."
The emperor was worried again: "I don't know when the southern barbarian army will attack us. Wei Qilang, that ambitious man, controls the government and won't let me leave! Do they really want to see me become a prisoner? That would be a shame for the Wei Dynasty!"
Liu Wenji thought that having an emperor like you would be a shame for the Wei Dynasty.
Liu Wenji looked at the emperor's confused expression and suddenly asked, "Does your majesty really want to leave Chang'an so much?"
The emperor said excitedly: "Chang'an is about to fall! I want to leave in order to preserve my strength! It's a pity for those ministers... If Su Chen were here, it would be great. Su Chen is the most loyal and most loyal minister to me. Su Chen will definitely protect me and let me leave safely."
Liu Wenjie sneered.
The emperor thought of Yan Shang at this time.
Liu Wenji: "The ministers don't want the emperor to leave, simply because they are afraid of losing their backbone and the people in the city are in panic. They just want to use your Majesty's status to reassure the people. If your Majesty wants to leave, there is a way - your Majesty passes the throne to the prince, let the prince guard the city, and your Majesty becomes the emperor, then you can leave."
The emperor was immediately surprised: "That's it!"
Liu Wenji: “…”
He lowered his eyes and said, "It's a pity that the Great Wei has not yet had a crown prince."
The emperor disagreed: "Shouldn't the queen's son be the crown prince? I will appoint him as the crown prince right now! Eunuch Liu, what else do you need me to do? Go and negotiate with Wei Qilang and the others on my behalf. As long as they are willing to let me go... I don't want this emperor!"
Liu Wenji said calmly: "Your Majesty is so generous."
After messing up the world like this, you still want to just leave.
Liu Wenji took out the white paper that he had prepared long ago and spread it on the desk: "Your Majesty, if you want to abdicate, you must first write a 'self-blame edict'. Only after Your Majesty writes the 'self-blame edict' can I take it to negotiate with the ministers, and they will let Your Majesty go."
The emperor hesitated.
However, thinking that the southern barbarians were about to attack Chang'an, he gritted his teeth and held the pen: "I will write!"
He began to write a letter of apology, and was afraid that if he wrote it insincerely, it would be rejected by the ministers. He spent all his ink to write such a letter with great affection:
"If I am guilty, I will blame everyone else; if everyone else is guilty, the blame lies with me..."
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"If all the people are guilty, the fault lies with me."
When the emperor's abdication letter, the letter of establishing a new emperor, and the edict of self-criticism were all sent to the Secretariat, the ministers gathered in the Secretariat and patiently read through the three letters. Wei Shu took the imperial edict and read out the edict of self-criticism. The whole hall was brightly lit, and the ministers murmured the words "the sin is on me".
At first the voice was very low, and then it became trembling.
Then someone let out a hoarse, sad laugh: "He admitted it... He admitted it... He admitted that he was the one who brought disaster to the world! He admitted that he was a tyrant, that he had killed Liu Xianggong, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and countless innocent people...
"He admitted it! He admitted it!"
The whole room burst into laughter, and then cried.
The ministers sat on the ground, holding the emperor's handwritten letter and crying loudly.
The eunuch who came to deliver the letter took a step back, afraid of these ministers. He trembled: "Your Majesty's letter has been delivered... Eunuch Liu asked if His Majesty could leave the city."
Wei Shu looked up.
Wei Shu said: "Open the city gate and let him out of the city!"
The young eunuch breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away. Zhang Xianggong wiped the tears from his face, got up from the ground, and said in surprise: "Juyuan, such a tyrant king, how can we let him go..."
Wei Shu said quietly, "There are still scattered Nanman soldiers outside the city, eyeing Chang'an with greed and ambition to fight back. It's not safe outside the city. If he leaves the city, he will be seeking death."
Zhang Xianggong: "If he claims to be the emperor among the southern barbarians, he will be protected..."
Wei Shu: "We have a new emperor. How can there be another emperor? He must be a fake. If you find him, just kill him to thank the world."
Mr. Zhang lowered his head and nodded.
He suddenly asked, "Have you found Cheng An, whom Su Chen asked us to find?"
Wei Shu said calmly: "Cheng An is only used to convict Liu Wenji. Liu Wenji...should be killed."
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Liu Wenji and his ministers learned from the news that Wei Shu was willing to let the emperor go. Liu Wenji was incredulous for a while. But Liu Wenji immediately realized that this was his opportunity. Wei Shu and others would definitely kill him, so he had to find a way.
He immediately arranged for people to escort the emperor.
Liu Wenji led the soldiers of the Northern Yamen to escort the emperor, and when the emperor left, he also wanted to take his favorite concubines with him. But as soon as they arrived at the gate of the palace, they were faced with the imperial guards scattered throughout the imperial city.
The flickering torches faced each other silently in the dark night.
Wei Shu stood in front of the Imperial Guards.
Liu Wenji's heart suddenly sank.
The emperor shouted angrily: "Wei Juyuan, what do you mean? I am no longer the emperor! I have already abdicated according to your advice. Are you trying to stop me from leaving?"
Wei Shu stared at Liu Wenzhi.
Wei Shu said: "You can go, but the others must stay. No soldier from the Northern Yamen can leave. Chang'an is in need of troops right now, and elite soldiers cannot be used to protect a useless person."
The emperor was panic-stricken.
He didn't even care about Wei Shu calling him a useless person. The cunning consciousness in his heart made him feel that he couldn't stay in Chang'an. The guards were willing to let him go. Suddenly, he didn't care about the concubines he had to take with him, and he didn't dare to look at Liu Wenji. He ran towards the gate of the imperial city in a messy manner.
Tens of thousands of guards silently watched the fleeing emperor like a clown.
Wei Shu and Liu Wenzhi looked at each other.
Wei Shu raised his hand, and the imperial guards raised their arrows at the Beiya army. Wei Shu said word by word: "The eunuchs are ruining the country, they must not be allowed to stay!"
Liu Wenzhi laughed sarcastically.
He stepped back, allowing the Beiya army behind him to come out and confront the Imperial Guards.
The eunuchs behind him tied up the concubines and dragged them back to the palace. Across the palace gate, the two armies faced each other.
Liu Wenji knew that the situation was hopeless, but he held the new emperor in his hands... He roared: "Charge! Kill these traitors! They want to control our new emperor and kill all the heirs to the throne!"
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The emperor, who had lost his status as an emperor, ran out of Chang'an City. He stood in the empty moonlight in panic, watching the war in all directions.
He didn't know where to go, but he felt that he was finally safe. He just smiled with relief.
However, at this moment, the malicious southern barbarians, in the darkness, aimed their arrows at him only—
"This person actually dared to escape from Chang'an City. His clothes are so gorgeous. He must be that kid named Wei! I heard that kid is very good at talking. He contacted the small countries in all directions to attack us from behind.
"He's leaving the city now. He must be coming out to negotiate with us again and plot against us! We can't let him go!"
The emperor felt relaxed and relieved. He didn't dare to think too much or look back. Even when he left Chang'an Gate, he felt like he was in a dream. He shuddered and thought of the nightmares he had had, and the various ways those southern barbarians had tried to kill him in his dreams.
He didn't dare to stop and continued to run outside.
“Swoosh—
“Swoosh—”
There were very light sounds of archery in the air, and several arrows were shot from the grass and bushes towards the man who was running madly.
The man was shot and fell to the ground. He looked up blankly and thought of his dream again. It was dark and murderous.
He suddenly regretted it and felt that escaping from the palace was a mistake. He shouted loudly: "I am the emperor, I am the emperor, you can't kill me - everyone listens to me, I am the emperor, I am the son of destiny!"
The arrows shot at him mercilessly, turning him into a hedgehog. He lay on the ground unwillingly, with several arrows sticking out of his body. He stretched out his dry hands from his long sleeves and waved them at the air.
On the corner tower of the Chang'an city gate, soldiers stood there, calmly watching the shooting outside the city. The general held the railing of the tower and quietly watched the man die.
He turned around and said to the soldiers, "It may be that a useless man who was scared of the war has gone mad and shouted that he is the emperor. There are many such cases, so don't worry about it."
Everyone was silent, keeping the same secret, watching the same killing, and being the murderer together. They would remember this killing in their hearts for the rest of their lives, and would never tell anyone about it.
Outside the city, the southern barbarians hid in the jungle and muttered, "What is he talking about? He's not really going to negotiate peace with us, is he?
"Who cares? I don't understand anyway."
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In July, Guangzhou ran out of ammunition and food and had no more supplies to hold on.
The Nanman King, who had been continuously attacking the city, had been commanding his men to dig tunnels into the city a month ago. In recent days, the Nanman army stationed under the city had also lost motivation.
There was no food or fodder anywhere inside or outside the city.
King Ale listened desperately to the bad news coming from all directions every day, knowing that he was powerless to change the situation. But he refused to admit defeat. He shouted hoarsely and commanded his remaining soldiers to shoot flaming arrows into the city:
"Hold on a little longer! The city has run out of food! The city can no longer resist. As long as we capture Guangzhou, we will not be considered defeated..."
One of his generals sat on the ground, wiping his face and laughing miserably: "Aren't we considered defeated? What's the point of us taking Guangzhou? Jiannan is hopeless, and Hexi may not be either... If we take Guangzhou, can we hold it?
"My lord, we lost.
"We will die of poverty, we will die of starvation, we will pay the price, the Wei Kingdom will not let us have an easy time... We shouldn't have fought this war at all!"
His sadness spread throughout the military camp, and everyone began to cry sadly.
King Ale remained silent, but still roared: "We are blessed by the mountain goddess, we are an invincible nation! We will not lose! Get up... and take Guangzhou for me!"
This southern barbarian army didn't have many soldiers left. They were yelled at by King Ale, and they barely pulled themselves together and shot arrows at the city wall. King Ale encouraged them to have a little hope in their hearts: if they really took Guangzhou, they wouldn't lose so badly?
The scout reported with a pale face: "It's bad, a large army is coming from the west, it's the flag of the Great Wei..."
Following these words, a whistling arrow flew into the sky, and one after another exploded in the air, like fireworks in the daytime. The Wei army used a unique language to convey information and military intelligence, and the sound of the whistling arrows was as loud as thunder.
The entire military camp fell into deathly silence.
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Mu Wanyao stood on the tower, watching the arrows being shot from the city. As the enemy said, the army was at the end of its strength, and the food reserves in the city were empty. The soldiers were exhausted, and when the arrows were shot from the city, they didn't even have the strength to dodge.
They had been fasting for two days and they had lost hope.
No matter how much Mu Wanyao encouraged them, the soldiers had no strength left... Mu Wanyao was filled with despair. She looked at everyone's tired faces and red eyes. She couldn't even say a word of reprimand or encouragement.
I'm already extremely tired, what else can I ask for?
It's not that I value my life, but I really don't see any hope.
Everyone asked her, "Your Highness, what should we do?"
What should I do? What should I do?
Mu Wanyaomu stood on the city wall in a daze. She wished that rain would fall from the sky to save the people in the city; she wished that meteorites would fall from the sky to crush the enemy troops below the city...
At this moment, the soldier who had been observing from afar on the corner tower climbed up to the tower and shouted excitedly: "Your Highness, we are saved!
"The Jiannan Army is here to support us!
"The Prince Consort is here!"
All the soldiers who were sitting against the wall supported themselves and climbed up to confirm the news. Mu Wan looked at their eyes that were full of hope, then she leaned back, smiled, and closed her eyes.
Even if the fire from below the city still shot into the city, even if the city gates could no longer resist the enemy, even if the houses of the people in the city were burned down...it didn't matter.
Mu Wanyao raised his voice and said, "Don't worry about the battle outside the city. Let them set the fire! We will go save the people and put out the fire in the city!"
The soldiers said in unison: "Yes!"
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Yan Shang led his troops to come to the rescue.
Before coming, he prepared for the worst. He said he was coming to provide support, but he had given instructions and kept all the letters.
He didn't come to support Guangzhou, he came to seek death.
He came to sacrifice his life for the city, to pay for her life alone. After months of suffering, he was already stretched to the limit. He was as hopeless as a dead man, no longer willing to live, and only wanted to die.
However, the situation in Guangzhou was different from what he thought...
Yan Shang entered the city. The troops were fighting with the enemy outside and easily surrounded the enemy. He led another part of the army into the city to rescue the people in the city and distribute food to the city... He shuttled through the crowd as if in a dream, and he was in a trance like a ghost.
Everyone who met him was happy: "Prince consort!
"Master, you are finally back!
"Your Highness and we are all waiting for you! Your Highness went to the east of the city to put out a fire. Didn't you meet Your Highness?"
Yan Shang was walking on the street, heading towards the east of the city they had mentioned. There were people in chaos and fires everywhere. Houses collapsed and ruins were in ruins. Women hurried to get food, and men were naked pouring water to put out the fires.
Yan Shang suddenly saw Mu Wanyao in front of a broken wall that was burnt by fire.
She sat on the ground, her clothes were covered with dust, she hugged her knees and buried her head between them. Even though she was just a shadow and her clothes were messy, Yan Shang still recognized her at a glance.
He stared at it in a daze.
Qiu Si, who was kneeling beside Mu Wanyao, leaned over to say something to the princess. Mu Wanyao looked up in this direction. Her eyes were still dull, and her pretty face was covered with dust and dirt, but her eyes were exceptionally bright. When she saw him, they burst out with an unprecedented light.
Yan Shang walked towards her.
He knelt before her and stared at her blankly.
The two looked at each other.
It seems like I have a lot to say, but it also seems like I have nothing to say.
The two of them just looked at each other like this.
Yan Shang said softly: "Where is the jade pendant I gave you?"
Mu Wan was stunned. She didn't expect that the first thing he said was this. She didn't react. Her brain was numb for a moment and she couldn't think of how to lie.
And she looked at Yan Shang and saw that his eyes suddenly turned red.
He saw through her confusion and knew that she was trying to lie to him again. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and laughed out loud.
But then, tears rolled down his eyes.
Mu Wanyao had never seen him cry before. She was stunned, and hurriedly endured her fatigue and leaned over to ask him what was wrong. She just watched him like this, and he smiled at her while tears kept falling from his eyes.
His face was extremely thin and haggard, with tears in his eyes and water dripping from his eyelashes.
He bent his shoulders tremblingly and put his arms tremblingly around her neck.
He hugged her, holding her in his arms with great love. The pain was so intense that he curled up, unable to control himself, and sobbed into her neck.
I am so sad, but to whom should I tell it?
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