"Before Xiao Qing died, didn't he want to know the whereabouts of the purple-robed assassin?"
As expected, she stopped suddenly, and the dullness and numbness in her eyes faded a little, but then she remembered something and looked at him with a bit of expectation and a bit of timidity.
How could he not understand what she was thinking? He just deliberately avoided looking at her eyes.
A white porcelain bowl was placed in front of her, and the medicine in the bowl was still just the right amount of warmth.
"If you want to know, drink it."
She grabbed the medicine bowl and swallowed the soup without blinking, not even paying attention to whether it was bitter or astringent. Then she looked at him steadily, waiting for him to fulfill his promise.
He stared at the porcelain bowl, his half-closed eyes revealing a terrible emotion that had been concealed thousands of times.
Even at this moment, he still couldn't tolerate her showing such an anxious expression because of that person's matter.
"He headed southwest, and the secret guards followed him all the way. The last time they found him, he was at the border of Chizhou."
The woman stood up shakily, holding the edge of the stone couch with one hand and tightly grasping his hand on his knees with the other.
"I am also your Majesty's personal guard, and I have even fought him before. I am willing to go and help, if necessary..."
He snorted coldly.
"Why, you mean you can risk your life if necessary?"
She said nothing, just looked up at him stubbornly.
Those were a pair of eyes that were full of emotion and burning with passion. Even though they had suffered pain, betrayal, and been trampled upon, they had not become completely numb and dead.
He had never had that look before.
People are generally like this. The less they have, the more they like it.
In the end, he couldn't bear to continue looking at her and got up from the stone bed.
"Xiao Nanhui, your life may not matter at all, because even you don't care about it. You think your revenge is great, but it is meaningless in the face of death."
die.
What an ordinary yet weighty word. She had often encountered it on the battlefield, but only now did she understand its true meaning.
"So what makes sense?"
The heavy sound of the mechanism running mixed with the creaking sound of stones rubbing against each other came from the depths of the darkness.
“To live is to have meaning. To live is to feel, to experience, and to make choices.”
There was a breeze blowing towards her, and she felt her hair fluttering slightly.
"My adoptive father..."
"Qinghuai Marquis Xiao Zhun has defected. That purple-robed swordsman kidnapped Bai Yun. The Xiao family has become one with the Bai family." His voice returned to a calm tone, with no trace of emotion. "As the commander of a battalion, he defected, making him a natural enemy. You should be aware of this."
She knew it, and that was why she was in pain.
"But there must be something else going on..."
He didn't turn around, but his back revealed an unconcealable chill.
He should tell her that if she mentioned that man again, he would have him killed.
But when the words came to my lips, they ended up becoming something else.
"If you were alive, you might be able to see the end of the Xiao family."
As soon as the words fell, the stone door completely flipped over, the heavy noise stopped, and the surroundings returned to peace again.
Xiao Nanhui looked up and saw a quiet night sky on the other side of the door. The stars and moonlight filled the room, which was brighter than ever before for her who had been in darkness for a long time.
She stood up in a daze and walked towards the brilliant night sky, only then she discovered the reason why the view here was so broad.
This is Jingbo Tower.
The last time she came to this building was during the day, the spring weather was bright and the breeze was blowing.
Now it is late at night, midsummer has arrived, and the cicadas are chirping in the heat.
Not far away, the entire imperial city lay at her feet. Ever-burning lights illuminated the interconnected streets stretching east, west, south, and north, as if the very veins of the earth were pulsing with light and warmth. And on the tips of these tiny branches, as tiny as the roots of a great tree, slept one ordinary, mediocre family after another. Day after day, they saw the same people, did the same things, and lived an unchanging life.
Being an ordinary person in such a world had been her lifelong dream, because she believed that if she didn't have much, she wouldn't have to experience the pain of loss.
The tears in her eyes had long dried up. She stared blankly into the distance, not noticing the footsteps of the man leaving.
"Whether you want to live or die, figure it out right here."
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