Chapter 399 Life is a Dream
He Zhaojun thought he was going to talk about some grand ambitions for a long time, but she didn't expect it to be just this. After thinking about it, she realized that their marriage was always accompanied by the passing of life. It seemed that they had never fully experienced the happiness of their newlyweds.
The first time they got married in Gu Qiang, Wen Ziduan was poisoned and his life was in danger; the second time they got married in Rexiao, He Zhaojun had to risk her life to kill the Xiongnu general Huyan Ju; the third time they got married in haste, it was to fulfill Xuan Shen'an's "last wish", which was originally based on tragedy. No matter how festive and gorgeous the decorations were, how could it be a happy thing?
Now that the dust has settled, they can finally let go of everything and make a lifelong vow simply for the love they have for each other, agreeing to grow old together, stay together, and remain true to their resolve.
He Zhaojun nodded seriously. "Okay, then let's get married for the fourth time. You won't be the Third Prince, and I won't be the Prince's Consort. We can just be each other's husband and wife, just like an ordinary couple in this world, just for this love. Is that okay?"
She pulled Wen Ziduan up and trotted back to the room. Someone had already lit the lamp for them. He Zhaojun lit two ordinary red candles and carefully pulled out the fan that Wen Ziduan had embroidered for her from a box beside her. "Look, the red candles and the wedding fan are complete."
Wen Ziduan's eyes flickered as he reached out and poured out two glasses of light wine: "Okay, then please do me the honor of drinking the wedding wine." The wine was bland, and the two smiled at each other, feeling that it was as sweet as honey.
Although she could hold her liquor well, He Zhaojun felt she must be drunk. She saw only the white moonlight streaming into the room. Wen Zi sat upright beside the bed; her face was unclear. She could only hear the melodious sound of a flute. He Zhaojun listened carefully for a moment and felt it must be joy.
She smiled and said, "Ziduan, I seem to be dreaming now."
Compared to before, since she knew that the Prince of Yong was planning a rebellion, she first met Wen Ziduan in the bamboo forest of Fengyi, and then fell into fate with him. All these years have seemed more like a dream.
Is this a dream? She can settle scores, show her true colors, and be unfettered by worldly constraints. She can carve out a place for herself and for all women in the world, and be herself without hesitation.
He Zhaojun felt like she was about to fall into a sweet dream, never wanting to wake up again. She held the hand of the person beside her and said, "Ziduan, you must be a good leader, sympathize with the people, ensure that the elderly have a place to rely on and the young are well cared for. Don't forget everything we have been through, and don't let this great dynasty down."
She considered herself merely an ordinary person, unable to accelerate the world's progress. She even rarely used things like gunpowder and firearms, fearing uncontrollable forces that might cause unrest. She also had no way of advancing an agricultural society to the industrial revolution. All she could do was to do what she could for the people, and then do what she could.
She still remembered that when she first came to this world, she originally just wanted to be a bystander, observing the lives of people of this era, but she naturally had her own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.
She made up for one possible tragedy after another, but there were also people who could never be saved. However, if she were given another chance, He Zhaojun would definitely still choose such a rugged, dangerous and thorny road.
Because He Zhaojun knew that Wen Ziduan would always be by her side, guarding the bright sun and moon and the shining stars with her.
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