Although Gu Ciyu's actions were excessive, she chose to spare her family at the most crucial moment.
So I decided to let her go.
Even if we were to take action, we shouldn't let Huo Yanqing do it.
In the end, he wasn't affected by the system and didn't completely turn to the dark side, which made her even more relieved.
Lin Qixia smiled and suddenly put her hand on Huo Yanqing's shoulder, pulling him closer.
"What are you doing?" Huo Yanqing was caught off guard when he met her eyes, and his ears instantly burned.
Lin Qixia had a faint smile on her lips: "Who was it that complained to me before—that I didn't care about him?"
Her warm breath on his cheek made him even more stiff: "I was just—"
"Don't just say it!" Lin Qixia didn't want to give him a chance to deny it.
She mimicked the action Huo Yanqing had done to her before, turning his chin towards her: "You're wrong, I actually care about you a lot."
"And from now on, I will always, always care about you the most!"
As she spoke, she leaned in and kissed Huo Yanqing on the cheek.
Huo Yanqing's pupils dilated instantly. The moment she released him, he fell to the ground next to her bed, staring blankly as he covered his face.
Lin Qixia was both amused and exasperated by his silly boyish appearance.
I've confirmed it again; this guy really hasn't turned evil.
A feeling of relief welled up inside me.
Thankfully, she didn't completely lose him.
In the 42nd year of the Qinghe era, the world was in chaos, and a force called the Beiling Army rose up in rebellion in the northwest.
Within three years, they swept across the entire territory of the Great Yin Dynasty.
In the forty-fifth year of the Qinghe era, Emperor Jinghe died in the chaos of the palace's destruction.
The new dynasty was established, and its reign title was Taiping.
On the day the new emperor ascended the throne, Kyoto was bathed in sunshine, and everything was auspicious.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
In the imperial court, amidst shouts and cheers, a slender figure, dressed in a royal robe and wearing a crown, appeared, exuding unparalleled majesty.
As they walked up to the hall, they stood on the high steps and looked back.
Lin Qixia looked at the officials in the court, including the young man in black standing bowing among them, and slightly curled her lips: "All of you, rise, no need for formalities."
Her clear and gentle voice rang out.
—The End—
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