Yan Ning was shocked. How could this be the outcome? It was different from what she knew. Liu Hutu's words echoed in her ears again, "If it weren't for you, my master wouldn't have moved this 'Fu' character stele and destroyed the auspicious dragon energy of the manor!"
Compared to Heshen's composed demeanor, Fu Chang'an's face was contorted with grief. He had witnessed firsthand the deaths of his two elder brothers, whom he considered his closest relatives—one on the battlefield, the other by hanging himself.
The room was unlit, illuminated only by the purple light of the "Fu" (福, meaning good fortune) stele, creating an eerie, dim atmosphere. The jade pendant around Yan Ning's neck began to glow, giving her a faint blue hue. He Shen approached her, his outstretched hand intending to grasp her, but stopped halfway. Now, fallen and dying, what could he possibly offer her?
Fu Chang'an stared in astonishment at everything before him, while Heshen wore a faint bitter smile and had crescent-shaped eyes. "Yan Ning, if there is an afterlife, may I meet you before Fu Kang'an, okay?"
Yan Ning's eyes were filled with purple light. Before she fainted, she heard a hearty laugh and sigh: "Fifty years of dreams have passed, today I bid farewell to the mortal world; when the waters rise and the dragon appears, recognize the smoke as my reincarnation."
More than twenty years of ancient life flashed before Yan Ning's eyes like a shadow play, from Jinchuan to the capital, from the Fucha Mansion to the Imperial Palace, from the Fu Residence to the He Residence. Qianlong's amorousness and selfishness, Fukang'an's iron will and tenderness, Heshen's power and affection, Yongyan's gentleness and ruthlessness; Delin's obedience, Yunxin's fragility, Yunwan's liveliness, Dexuan's naivety... and those 'women' who openly and secretly fought with her, all dissipated like floating clouds and white mist.
All of this seems like a dream, drifting further and further away from her.
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