The next day.
The Imperial Preceptor's Residence.
The sun was high in the sky.
Wan Qijin was the first to wake up. His purple eyes flickered slightly, almost instinctively. He glanced at Tu Shan Lingxi beside him and saw that she was sleeping soundly before he felt relieved.
Wan Qijin was too anxious and insecure; he had to endure this torment almost every day.
This all started on the day Tu Shan Lingxi gave birth—
The strong dragon aura emanating from the little black fox made Wan Qijin realize that the man was none other than Yin Changling, the ruler of the Yin Dynasty!
Protected by dragon energy, who else but him could wage war in the outside world?
Wan Qijin should have realized it sooner; that person and the little fox had an inexplicable connection that she had been guarding against, but she hadn't been able to keep up!
He couldn't kill that person because he was the ruler of the entire Yin Dynasty, protected by dragon energy, and he couldn't kill him anyway.
From that moment on, a deep sense of resentment welled up in Wan Qijin's heart. Why, why was God so unfair?
Mingming Xi'er is clearly hers, but Yin Changling insists on taking her away!
In recent years, the Grand Preceptor has been constantly calculating and predicting the location of that person, casting divinations and divining good and bad fortune for him, all in the hope that Yin Changling will die quietly on the battlefield.
Unfortunately, every time the result was auspicious, very auspicious, but not what he wanted!
Perhaps the dragon vein sensed his rejection, as well as his deep resentment and hatred.
Wan Qijin's subsequent deductions became increasingly ambiguous, and he could no longer accurately determine Yin Changling's location.
He was already wary of Yin Changling, and now Wan Qijin was even more anxious, worried that Yin Changling would take his Xi'er away.
Gradually, as Tu Shan Susu grew to resemble that man more and more, Wan Qijin's heart sank heavier and heavier each day, and he became more and more terrified.
Although he did not know why Yin Changling wanted to go to the border to kill the enemy.
But he knew that sooner or later, Yin Changling would be able to destroy all the tribes, incorporate the power of the vassal states, and unify the Yin Kingdom.
Wan Qijin dreaded the arrival of this day...
However, as time passed and he heard the frequent reports of victory from the border, Wan Qijin knew that he would still come.
Now, we can only take it one step at a time.
...
The Grand Preceptor's prediction was correct, because Yin Changling was already on his way back to the capital.
Along the way, he would send people to search every inch of land, hoping to find traces of Tu Shan Ling Xi.
"Your Majesty, no trace of the Empress has been found."
"Your Majesty, I have not found the Empress."
For several months, Yin Changling traveled slowly, stopping and starting, but he finally arrived at the capital.
He looked around the capital city and knew that Tu Shan Lingxi must be in this place now.
Yin Changling waved his hand, and his men immediately understood his meaning and began searching everywhere, leaving no corner unchecked.
Unfortunately, as the sun gradually set, some of the people sent out had returned, but they had not found it.
Yin Changling was almost in despair. If he couldn't find Tu Shan Lingxi anywhere on the continent, wouldn't his Xi'er be doomed?
He forced himself to stay calm, hoping for a reply from the last group of people; this was the only obsession that sustained him.
But in the end, no, really no, as the last person came to report, Yin Changling finally gave up hope.
He was on the verge of collapse. Yin Changling was finally certain that his Xi'er was probably dead, her body never to be found!
"No--"
Yin Changling roared in despair, his black robes rustling in the wind, enveloped in helplessness and loneliness.
He sat on his horse, veins bulging, unsure of where to go or what to do.
Yin Changling probably doesn't even know how he got back to the palace. He was in a daze the whole way, almost like he had lost his soul.
How did I get through those days? I was like a walking corpse!
Yin Changling was filled with grief and indignation for more than ten days. Finally, he did something that shocked the entire court.
Marry Tu Shan Ling Xi in the afterlife!
This matter provoked opposition from many ministers, but by this time Yin Changling had long lost his mind and gone mad.
Anyone who opposes will lose their head.
No one dared to refute him, and thus, the Yin Dynasty welcomed its first queen to die in history!
The entire court was in uproar.
...
Several months passed, and the days changed from autumn to spring. Spring came again, and all things came back to life.
Yin Changling had just recovered from that incident, and he no longer handled state affairs, leaving those few ministers to manage the affairs.
He had no interest in politics and abandoned all responsibility for everything.
Yin Changling was utterly listless. What's the point of living if you've lost your will to live?
That night, he sat on the roof of his bedchamber, carrying a pot of wine, gazing at the night sky, his mind replaying the events of that night.
Yin Changling looked at the wine in his hand. The rich grape aroma was even more mellow than before, but it tasted unbearably bitter in his mouth.
He still remembered how Xi'er looked that day, drunk and dazed, dressed in white like snow, breathtakingly beautiful.
In a daze, he seemed to see Xi'er again...
?
Yin Changling suddenly shuddered. He stood up and stared intently at the woman in white with black hair not far away—her attire was striking.
Yes, Xi'er!
"stop!"
He didn't have time to think too much. He wanted to stop the hurried figure, and without even caring that he was still on the roof, he rolled over and landed steadily.
Fortunately, it had rained yesterday, which allowed him to fall into soft mud; otherwise, he might have at least crippled his leg.
"Stop right there, Xi'er!"
The figure seemed to hear a summons, paused briefly, but then quickly moved on.
Yin Changling was agile, and his skills honed over many years on the border allowed him to easily capture women.
"Xi'er—wait, who are you!"
Almost the instant he touched the woman's hand, Yin Changling realized that this person was not Xi'er, whom he had been longing for, but a stranger!
Yin Changling's expression turned cold in an instant. He abruptly flung the woman's hand away, kicked her to the ground, and stepped on her wrist.
"Who are you, and how did you get into the palace?"
"Hiss—, Your Majesty, I am Wei Shao Mei, the wife of the disgraced minister Yin Yi. Today is the anniversary of my late husband's death, and I have come to pay my respects to him."
The woman's voice trembled as she was trampled underfoot, her white clothes stained with mud, making her look truly pitiful.
As she spoke, she glanced at Yin Changling with her alluring eyes, trying to gain the man's pity.
Tail spoon charm?
This surname sounds like it belongs to the daughter of the Marquis of Nanbo...
Suddenly, Yin Changling remembered something. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
After executing Yin Yi, Yin Changling discovered that Tu Shan Lingxi was missing. Before he could deal with them, something happened to Xi'er.
Yin Changling vaguely remembered some of them—
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