At night, the carriage traveled up the mountain.
By the time we reached the mountaintop, it was already dawn.
Yuwen Zhuo couldn't describe how bad Yan Jing'an's face looked; he didn't even dare to look at him for long.
Jiang Tian was very happy the whole way. She chattered on and on, just like a young girl who had just come of age and was curious about everything.
She asked, and Yan Jing'an never failed to respond.
The two chatted all the way to the highest point of the mountain.
Fortunately, the sun hadn't come out yet.
Yuwen Zhuo watched as Yan Jing'an and Jiang Tian chose a spot and sat down on the ground.
He took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, and stood at a distance, holding his sword, protecting them.
Jiang Tian leaned on Yan Jing'an's shoulder.
The mountain breeze is very gentle.
“Husband, look over there, the sun is about to rise.” Jiang Tian’s tone was very excited.
Yan Jing'an's eyes were so bright, almost piercing.
"yes."
"That's great." Jiang Tian was still smiling.
Yan Jing'an echoed her, saying, "That's wonderful."
A brief silence.
"I'm sorry, I can't grow old with you..."
Jiang Tian was still smiling: "It's okay, you've already given me more than enough."
"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have kept you in this position."
Jiang Tian kissed his eyes: "I have never felt that I have been delayed. If it weren't for you, this part of my life would be worse than it never happened. My life would be worse than it was years ago when the Terminator was born."
Yan Jing'an smiled and gently kissed her lips.
"My only wish is that you can live the rest of your life freely."
Jiang Tian leaned her head against his and said softly, "Yes, don't worry..."
Yan Jing'an smiled again: "Look, the sun has risen."
The rising sun is so magnificent and beautiful, symbolizing the beginning of a day and the initial vigor of life.
Jiang Tian was pulled into his arms, and she smiled, "So beautiful."
"Yes, it's so beautiful..." Yan Jing'an's voice gradually weakened.
Jiang Tian hugged him back, gradually increasing the pressure.
"Jiang Tian, I love you deeply. You are the only person I have ever loved in my life, and you always know that..."
Yan Jing'an's voice grew even weaker.
"Yes, I know, my husband, I love you too."
"Let me look at you again..."
Jiang Tian gently cupped Yan Jing'an's face in her hands, and he reached out and gently stroked Jiang Tian's face.
Yan Jing'an looked at her quietly and attentively, as if it were their first meeting.
After an unknown amount of time, he smiled contentedly.
There was no goodbye.
The farewells in life need no further aloud.
After taking one last look at his beloved wife, Yan Jing'an slowly closed his eyes and gradually lost his breath.
Jiang Tian seemed unaware that her husband had already left. She held him and sat there, watching the sun rise higher and higher.
Watching it spread compassion throughout the world and illuminate humanity.
But some people will never feel the warmth of the sun again.
Jiang Tian pressed her face against Yan Jing'an's, trying to feel his breath one last time.
No tears, no sorrow, only the deep affection of this moment, eternal in time.
…………………………
Yan Jing'an's funeral was a grand affair.
Jiang Ting has already tidied up the court.
He wiped out all those treacherous officials and rebels.
This upheaval was extensively documented in later generations, but it has not caused much of a stir today.
After all, this was a disturbance in the imperial court, and only those involved knew how deep the young emperor's scheming was.
The executions at Caishikou were endless, and everyone in the capital lived in fear.
However, the storms and turmoil only occurred within the imperial court.
Yan Jing'an's funeral was not affected.
If Jiang Ting hadn't issued an imperial edict posthumously granting Yan Jing'an the title of First-Class Marquis and written a eulogy, the world would have been unaware that Yan Jing'an had made significant contributions to this reform aimed at promoting integrity and incorruptibility.
Upon learning that Yan Jing'an had devoted himself to the country despite his illness, the common people spontaneously began to mourn him.
Yan Jing'an had many friends during his lifetime. After his death, these people went to great lengths, even traversing mountains and rivers, to offer incense to Yan Jing'an.
This once renowned genius, who was discarded like trash by the late emperor but entrusted with important responsibilities by the new emperor, earned the respect and tears of countless people.
During the grand funeral, one person was intentionally or unintentionally overlooked.
Jiang Ting looked at Jiang Tian quietly.
She has lost a lot of weight.
As the widow of a meritorious official, she should have been posthumously granted the title of Lady of the Imperial Decree.
But the emperor did not issue any decree.
As a result, those who came to mourn Yan Jing'an only to curry favor with the powerful no longer paid any attention to Jiang Tian.
Of course, there was nothing they could do; Yuwen Zhuo stayed by their side the whole time.
All they can do is despise them.
Jiang Tian didn't seem to care.
Those people from the martial arts world, on the contrary, all respected Jiang Tian and would say some comforting words to her.
Jiang Tian simply laughed it off.
She kept smiling, but no one dared to say she was happy.
The aura of sorrow emanating from her was so intense that it felt as if getting too close would overwhelm one with her heavy grief.
The funeral has been over for several days.
Yan Jing'an has already been buried.
But she remained immersed in her own world.
She isolated herself from the whole world.
She neither cried nor laughed; she seemed to exist outside of the human world.
Yuwen Zhuo seems to have changed a lot during this period.
The departure of his old friend was also a severe blow to him.
But he had no time to worry about himself. When he saw Jiang Ting, he explained in a low voice, "She's been eating so little these past few days... Brother Yan asked me to take good care of her, but I haven't been able to..."
Before his death, Yan Jing'an entrusted Jiang Ting, Yuwen Zhuo, and even his true friends with letters, all in the hope that they would take good care of his wife.
His only worry was her.
Jiang Ting saw that thin, white figure and stood there for a long time, but still didn't go over.
"Let's wait a little longer. She'll pull through. Yan Jing'an... told me that she promised him she would live well and wouldn't break her promise."
"During this time, you don't need to do anything else, just keep a close eye on her and don't let anyone bully her."
The Yan family thought they could reap some benefits after Yan Jing'an's death, but they did not expect that the marquisate bestowed upon Yan Jing'an by Jiang Ting could not be inherited.
Later, they tried to take advantage of the property inherited by Jiang Tian, but before they could put their plans into action, Jiang Ting quietly eliminated them all.
Upon hearing the emperor's order, Yuwen Zhuo nodded. The next moment, he couldn't help but cover his face, tears streaming through his fingers.
He couldn't accept the departure of his friend.
A few days later, Yan Jing'an's funeral was finally over.
Jiang Ting received a message from Yuwen Zhuo—Jiang Tian has started eating normally again.
Upon seeing this news, Jiang Ting slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Jing'an is right. She is a resilient woman. Since she promised Yan Jing'an that she would live well, no matter how difficult or painful it is, she will straighten her back again and slowly walk her path.
Not long after, Yuwen Zhuo sent Jiang Ting another message—
Jiang Tian is leaving the capital.
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