One person, one grave, a lifetime of heartache.
After standing in front of Meirenying's grave for a long time, Xuxu turned around and left.
He was holding a diary in his hand, which was a relic of Meirenying, but the diary was not written by Meirenying. Instead, he found someone else's diary and kept it for himself.
Xuxu thought about Meirenying's reaction when she passed by the library, and realized that Meirenying must have found the diary there.
This diary is Han Xixi's diary!
Xuxu opened the diary.
It says:
Morning Breeze, one hundred and eighty years, winter.
I've arrived in this new world, but there's no one I know around me. It's so cold. It was summer when I first crossed through the fragment of time and space, so why is it winter here? Xuxu, Dalongbao, where are you?
Note at the bottom of this page: The Morning Wind Calendar was the imperial calendar used before the Dark Knights emerged in the Dimensional Continent, with the first year of the Morning Wind Emperor's accession to the throne being considered the first year of the empire.
Xuxu calculated that this was earlier than the time when Dalongbao went there! He continued to turn the page.
The eighteenth day of the twelfth month in the one hundred and eightyth year of the Morning Breeze calendar.
The last time I wrote in my diary was three days ago. I'm not sure what to write about. I found out the time now, so I'll fill it in. Oh, and I also found a job as a dance teacher. I really like children.
The sixth day of the sixth month of summer, the one hundred and eighty-first year of the Chenfeng calendar.
I haven't written in my diary for a long time, and I can't think of anything to write. Today I saw many refugees wandering the streets. There was a skinny, pale-faced boy looking for food. I felt sorry for him, so I took him in and gave him a meal. I didn't expect that after he had eaten, he actually kowtowed to me. It was just a meal, wasn't it?
The ninth day of the ninth month of autumn, the one hundred and eighty-first year of the Chenfeng calendar.
I was hired to teach at the Imperial Academy. It's my first time teaching dance at such a famous academy, and honestly, I'm a little nervous. But the bigger the place, the easier it is to get information. I wonder how Xuxu and Dalongbao are doing?
The ninth day of the ninth month in the autumn, the one hundred and eighty-second year of the Morning Breeze calendar.
After one year of teaching, I was selected as the Empire's Outstanding Teacher and the notice was posted on the college bulletin board. Now I am even more famous. If those two people pass by the college, they will definitely know I am here.
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The eighteenth day of the twelfth month in the one hundred and ninety years of the Morning Breeze calendar.
Ten years have passed! I've gone from an eighteen-year-old girl to a twenty-eight-year-old maiden. My colleagues at the academy are all worried about me, wondering if the man I'm waiting for will ever come. Things are a bit chaotic outside right now. The emperor is seriously ill, the princes are secretly fighting each other, and every day, troops rush past the academy gates.
The third day of the second month of spring, the one hundred and ninety-first year of the Morning Breeze calendar.
The old emperor of the empire passed away and the whole country was in mourning, but several princes started fighting. The outside of the academy was full of soldiers' corpses. The academy began to suspend classes indefinitely. I wonder when classes can be resumed?
The fifteenth day of the fifth month in summer, the one hundred and ninety-first year of the Morning Breeze calendar.
I heard that an army formed by an illegitimate child who was stranded outside had swept through the imperial capital and seized the throne. The dust has finally settled. Does this mean that the academy's classes will be resumed soon?
The fifteenth day of the eighth month in the autumn of the one hundred and ninety-first year of the Morning Breeze calendar.
Today, I came to the academy to teach, and all my colleagues looked at me strangely. The principal even came out to pick me up for class! When I arrived at the dance studio, I realized there was a distinguished guest there: the new Emperor Ren Xu! His name sounds similar... Emperor Xu proposed to me with flowers, telling me that I had fed him so he wouldn't starve to death. I declined, saying I was six years older than him and that we weren't compatible.
The fifteenth day of the eighth month in the autumn of the one hundred and ninety-second year of the Morning Breeze calendar.
Another year has passed since I last wrote in my diary. I'm getting increasingly lazy. This year has been quite busy. Xu Huang visits me every month. I understand his intentions, but I disagree. I'm now nationally famous, and I'm sure those two would have come to see me if they were still on this continent. But they haven't. I guess they can't. I wonder where they are, and I'm a little worried. My promotion has been directly proportional to the frequency of Xu Huang's visits. From dance teacher to department head, then to vice-president, and finally, the youngest president in the history of Imperial College—and a female president!
The eighteenth day of the twelfth month in winter, the 202nd year of the Morning Breeze calendar.
I'm almost forty! Emperor Xu has taken in more than a dozen concubines, but he hasn't appointed a queen. I know he's waiting, and I'm planning to let go of the past and start over, but it's too late. I'm old, and crow's feet are starting to appear around my eyes. So I tried to persuade him not to visit me anymore and to appoint a queen, but he didn't listen.
The eighteenth day of the twelfth month of winter, the twelfth year of the Morning Breeze calendar.
Emperor Xu brought several of the younger princes to see me, and he didn't say a word. Looking in the mirror, I noticed a lot more wrinkles and a few more gray hairs on my temples!
December, winter, year 222 of the Morning Breeze calendar.
Ten years later, winter arrived. My hair had turned completely white, my eyes were blurry, and my vision was blurry. I had resigned from my position as principal, having reached retirement age and was no longer able to continue my work. The little princes who had visited me before had grown up and married. Emperor Xu came to see me, but he remained silent.
Morning Breeze, year two hundred and thirty, autumn.
I feel like the god of death is calling me. I have been having nightmares every day recently. Sometimes I dream about every detail of my life here for half my life, but sometimes I dream about when I was in the Void Continent and someone rescued me from the goblins. Time is really running out!
Two hundred and thirty years of the Morning Breeze calendar, winter.
Emperor Xu, despite my own and everyone's objections, made me Empress. He's never even touched my hand in my life. Why? The day after he made me Empress, he abdicated in favor of his son, a wise and virtuous emperor. But I can't attend the new Emperor's coronation ceremony! I'm so tired... my eyelids are so heavy... I need to leave...
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