Xie Lingqin, she did not die.
Thank goodness, she's not dead.
...
Four days later, Xie Lingqin and her entourage entered the Southern Qi pass.
Upon arrival, it felt as if my whole body warmed up.
It is true that the Southern Qi Dynasty was like spring all year round, with flowers blooming all the time.
However, what Xie Lingqin did not expect was that the majestic city gate, which was always solemn and dignified in the eyes of the world, was so different in Southern Qi.
Many things change when given a different meaning.
Purple wisteria flowers hung on the city gate tower, and a bright red carpet was laid on the ground. People came from both sides to greet the visitors with flowers.
They were all ordinary people, yet they possessed an extraordinary air about them, with smiles on their faces and dressed in formal attire.
Those warm, smiling faces, like flowers in my heart, are nourished and slowly blooming.
Xie Lingqin was somewhat moved.
"The flowers hanging on the city gate are purple ivy flowers, which bloom all year round in our Southern Qi. They are pale purple and turn white at night. My father said that this is to show that our Southern Qi will always have good fortune and be prosperous. So, they have always been hanging there. As for these people, this red carpet is definitely to welcome you."
Beside her, Nan Fenghuang leaned in and whispered.
As soon as Nan Fenghuang finished speaking, the city gate guards and the city garrison commander, dressed in full uniform, greeted them with clasped hands.
"Your humble servant respectfully welcomes the two princesses."
The city guard stepped forward; he was middle-aged, with a full forehead and broad, square face, his expression radiant with joy. Behind him followed other subordinates and guards, who dared not look directly at Xie Lingqin, but secretly observed her, their faces also showing goodwill.
Only when a nation is truly prosperous and its people are strong, and its people are truly fulfilled, can one have such a rich and expressive face.
"It is said that the Southern Qi Dynasty was a place of elegant scholars, open-minded people, and outstanding talents, which is very appealing. I have seen it for myself."
Xie Lingqin's soft words were already a compliment to Nan Qi. She then stepped forward with a smile on her face, "Lord City Guardian, there's no need for such formalities."
Having witnessed so much treachery and deceit in Beirong, Xie Lingqin's wounded heart was indeed somewhat soothed by this scene and the harmonious atmosphere.
After another round of pleasantries, the group entered the city and stayed at the residence of Yang, the city magistrate.
"The original plan was to stay here for one night and set off tomorrow, but Governor Yang insisted that you stay here for another day and take you to see the peach grove tomorrow."
When Nan Fenghuang said this, there was a hint of jealousy in her voice. She looked Xie Lingqin up and down and said, "Tell me, how many times have I been here before? Why didn't you ever say you would take me to see the peach blossoms?"
"I've never heard of scarcity making things valuable."
Xie Lingqin glanced at her and said, "You've been here too many times, it's nothing special to you anymore. Besides, in the entire Southern Qi, is there any place you haven't been to?"
"this……"
Nan Fenghuang nodded in agreement, "What you said makes perfect sense."
Goodnight.
After saying goodnight, Xie Lingqin went inside and closed the door.
"Good...goodnight?"
Nan Fenghuang raised her eyes and eyebrows, "What the hell is this?"
However, the room was quiet, and no one responded to her.
Nan Fenghuang pursed her lips, then deliberately knocked on the door again. "Are you planning to lay eggs in the house? It's still early, I can take you out for a walk."
"If you miss Yu Qingyi too much, go to sleep."
Xie Lingqin's words instantly silenced Nan Fenghuang's previously raised fist and smugness.
"Xie Lingqin, you really know how to stab me in the heart."
After saying this, Nan Fenghuang gave a soft snort and left.
Now, it seems to have really quieted down.
inside the house.
Xie Lingqin sat on the couch, her eyes vacant.
The surroundings were bustling, but there was always one spot where she felt like a lonely child, the layers of pain in her heart becoming clearer and clearer in the midst of the hustle and bustle, making her teeth ache.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, gliding across the windowpane and falling on everything in the room, eventually landing on Xie Lingqin's face.
That face, as smooth as jade, was so aloof, like a flower fallen into a secluded valley, never seeing the sun.
"Xiao Qin." Xu Yiran's voice suddenly came from outside the door, causing a slight ripple in Xie Lingqin's empty gaze.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Xu Yiran, dressed in a white robe, stood there, her figure standing alone against the night sky, her features elegant and refined, her eyes holding a soft, gentle light. "What are you thinking about?"
"Think of a dream."
"What dream?"
“Yuwen Yao took the sword and plunged it into my mother’s chest.”
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