The Plum Blossom Hermit is the deceased Lu Sanlang Lu Yun. After Lu Sanlang's death, the emperor launched a massive hunt and burned all the poems and paintings of the Plum Blossom Hermit that were still in the world. The emperor hated the celebrities who challenged him, and he avoided talking about Lu Sanlang. But he never expected that one day, a maid in the empress's palace would escape and bring out such a painting...

Luo Lingyu!

She really is!

The maid knelt down and begged for mercy, crying, "It's none of Her Majesty's business" and "Her Majesty just let me escape." But Liu Mu didn't listen. He kicked the maid away and pulled out the sword from the waist of a guard. The young emperor had a fierce face and red eyes. He walked into the Queen's room with a sword in his hand, and his voice trembled with anger: "Luo Lingyu!"

In the dream, Lu Erlang and Lu Xian were like wandering souls, and now, following the sight of the former King of Hengyang, they saw Luo Lingyu, the cousin Lu Erlang had not seen for a long time in the dream. The curtain was opened, and the girl was sitting in front of the dressing niche in a trance. She was quiet and elegant, as beautiful as a painting of a lady. He should have admired the beauty, but it was His Majesty who rushed into the room with a sword in his hand. The sword in His Majesty's hand opened the curtain, and the tip of the sword pointed at the girl who turned around and looked at him quietly. Liu Mu said in a sharp voice:

"You still have his paintings!"

Luo Lingyu was stunned for a moment in her dream and said, "I will marry you."

Liu Mu smiled bitterly, stepped forward and grabbed her neck. As soon as the girl stood up, he pressed her down on the couch. She took a breath, and her slender neck was pinched by him, leaving red marks. Her breathing became disordered, and her beautiful eyes stared at the emperor. Liu Mu said coldly: "I have lost my power, and now you don't even want to pretend, right? Are you also blaming me for killing him? Did you hate me to the bone after he died?"

Luo Lingyu had difficulty breathing: "No, no..."

"Don't lie to me! Don't lie to me! I'm your husband, why do you always play tricks on me?" Liu Mu roared, his neck red and veins bulging, "I forced you to marry me that day, you didn't want to... Do you think I don't know anything? After being designated as the princess, you met him! You are really a perfect match... I won't settle with you because you never had an affair with him after marriage, but you... have always collected his paintings! You admired Xunmei Jushi in your heart, and now he is dead, you hate me to death, right?"

Luo Lingyu said calmly: "I... I didn't... He's gone..."

Liu Mu suddenly calmed down, "Your heart is ice, no, you have no heart at all. Apart from him, any man who wants to marry you, you don't care, right? You are respectful to me on the surface, but I never know what you really think in your heart. Now I know that you still hate me for taking you away from him. If I hadn't been there, with your skills, you might have really been able to marry into the Lu family... But I haven't let you down. Neither you nor him would admit defeat, and you both wanted the other to bow down first. Even if it wasn't me... you wouldn't have married him!"

"He's dead, and you hate me. I don't need a fickle woman by my side."

The young emperor threw away his sword and grabbed the slender neck of the girl in his arms with both hands. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot as if they were about to drip, watching her beautiful face turn pale bit by bit, watching her wither in his hands like a withered flower. The girl's long black hair was like a waterfall, scattered between his arms. He suddenly thought of the first time he saw her, she was still stunningly beautiful. Now she was lying under him, still beautiful, but she didn't struggle, didn't try hard to please him as usual, and tried her best to survive. Maybe she was really cold-hearted... After all, she didn't love him, so it didn't matter if the building was about to collapse, right? The emperor was filled with sorrow, tears welled up in his eyes: "Lingyu... Yu'er... don't blame me..."

Lu Erlang and Lu Xian were floating around like wandering souls. They saw the emperor's eyes were filled with tears, and then they saw the girl in his arms breathing a little weaker. Lu Xian ran over to save his cousin, but he couldn't touch them. He could only shout in a sad voice: "No! Stop, stop——"

Across the deep palace, the wizards were ringing bells, singing and dancing, and performing rituals. But no one knew what ritual they were performing or what the result was. In his dream, Liu Mu could not hear Lu Erlang's voice. His face was stiff, and after the girl in his arms completely stopped breathing, he was in a daze. Then he hugged the beauty in his arms tightly, burst into tears, and murmured: "I'm sorry for you... Yu'er, don't blame me... If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife..."

"You don't need to know me..."

"Why have I come to this point... abandoned by my friends and family, Jianye City is deserted, and even you are not mine..."

"Is this all wrong?"

As the wizard performed his magic, the Emperor was holding the deceased Empress in agony. Suddenly, there was a bang, and the whole earth shook. From a distance, the palace servants shouted hysterically, "Your Majesty, run away! The palace gates have been breached by the Northern Army!"

In silence, Youyou sat beside the dead girl, Liu Mu lowered his head, the dim light shining between his handsome eyebrows. His face was full of tears and fatigue, and he was too tired to say a word. The people in the palace were panicked, running in all directions, fleeing. He took a last look at the dead beauty beside him, picked up the sword he had thrown away, and crossed the sword to his neck, blood gushing out...

"No!" Lu Erlang gasped and sat up in shock. His face was flushed with fever, and his back was covered with sweat, soaking his underpants.

Mrs. Lu, who was sitting next to him and was about to wipe the sweat off his face, was startled when he suddenly sat up: "What's wrong with you, kid? Why do you always have a fever recently? In just one month, you've had a fever twice. You really made me worried... Are you feeling better now? I should find you a wife to take care of you as soon as possible. Otherwise, you'll have to come to me in the middle of the night..."

Mrs. Lu kept on talking to her son, while her son Lu Xian was stunned and in a daze.

Dreams, do they really happen?

He felt the stinging pain as if he himself was feeling it.

The third brother died, Luo's cousin died, Liu Mu died, and the Southland was destroyed. The building had collapsed, and what could the Lu family do to protect themselves? Everything was over... Was this the final ending? Did he finally see the end of the dream that he had not completed that day?

Looking at Mrs. Lu, she thought that her mother would also be killed in the turmoil. The Lu family would be killed, the entire Jianye would be killed, the entire Southern Kingdom would be… Lu Erlang covered his chest, his eyes were fixed, and he fell down again, fainting. Mrs. Lu was frightened, and she patted the man’s back to wake him up, so she quickly asked the doctor who had just left to come back again. Mrs. Lu was worried and asked someone to see what was wrong with her son: He had never been so weak before?