oodshed and causing panic among the people. He also worried that if anyone from the military camp came upon it, they might be frightened by the mess.He didn't think too much about it at the time. As s...Watching Zhi'er's figure disappear completely, Ming Deng let out a soft sigh and then called to two people, "Follow her, don't let her be discovered."

"Yes."

......

After leaving that courtyard, Zhi'er went straight to the palace.

She controlled herself, refusing to set foot in this place again, but sometimes she just couldn't resist. Even after so many years, even though that man had aged, she still felt drawn back.

But she still couldn't treat him as a stranger, still couldn't remove him from her mind.

Instead, the more she tried to forget him, the clearer those memories of him became in her mind.

If she can't forget it anyway, why does she keep suppressing herself

With a grudge in her heart, Chi'er soon appeared at the palace.

Having entered the palace, she did not rush to find the person she had longed to see. Instead, she naturally walked into the secluded and deserted Yingshen Hall.

Nurturing one's nature, nurturing one's nature... ah, how ironic.

He treated her as a substitute, expecting her to be passive and submissive, well-behaved, and stay by his side, continuing to be that woman's replacement.

Having been by his side for so many years, he didn't give her a name, and to prevent that woman from discovering her existence, he even forbade her from walking freely in the palace.

Do not allow her to run up to that woman.

It's ironic, isn't it What kind of magic does this man possess

At first, she had actually obeyed all of his insulting demands and became that way.

No wonder Ming Deng couldn't bear to see her degrading herself later and chose to leave the capital.

What's even more ironic is that after all these years of his treatment towards her, she still can't bring herself to hate him.

To be angry that he doesn't fight back, and to grieve for his misfortune.

Perhaps every time the lighthouse keeper saw her, he felt this way.

Zhi'er let out a self-deprecating laugh, then put aside her thoughts and looked around the long-forgotten Yangxing Hall.

This place is so remote, there isn't even a eunuch or maidservant to guard the door these days.

This is where she used to live, how could he be so indifferent that he let it fall into such disrepair.

She strolled aimlessly around the Yingshen Hall, Zhi'er couldn't quite say what was going on in her mind. But as she walked past every person and place, almost automatically, scenes of their interactions over the years would appear in her mind.

Walking and walking, I didn't know when tears began to stream down my face.

After regaining her composure, Zhi'er quickly wiped the tears from her face with a disgusted look and walked towards Changsheng Hall, where the emperor would go when he lived alone.

Because she was familiar with the palace, she easily avoided the guards patrolling the palace all the way and soon appeared at Changsheng Hall.

It's quite a coincidence, the Emperor has been spending almost every night in the palace where Huāduǒ resides recently. But today, for some reason, he returned to Chángshēng Hall.

That's why Chi'er came tonight so as not to be disappointed.

Sneaking into the Emperor's bedroom, she knocked out all the eunuchs guarding it. Then, step by step, Chi-er approached the bed.

Just standing by the bedside, Zhi'er felt like she didn't have the courage to lift the bed curtain.

After all these years, how is he doing

Chi'er clenched her fists. Before she met him, she had never been so timid and shy.

After he unexpectedly saved her and she was captivated by his face, she became increasingly unlike herself.

Before, she thought those people who always said they were solitary and unattached but lingered in the world of wine and dust due to their enjoyment of liquor were being overly dramatic.

After going through this firsthand, she finally understood that her previous attitude towards love was truly indifferent and without any pain. But humans are bound to have seven emotions and six desires, and she was no exception.

Here, in the Land of Heavenly Domination, upon encountering him, she became consumed by desire, destined to fall into the swirling mire of worldly pleasures. Even though the ocean of suffering was boundless, she still greedily relished the bliss brought by the fulfillment of her desires.

Even if this man doesn't deserve her giving so much emotion, even if this man treated her as a mere substitute from beginning to end.

If she lacked the courage to let go, why not hold on tight

Now he is surrounded on all sides, betrayed by his own sons. Isn't this exactly the time she's needed

>Especially that woman is already dead, what is she still afraid of

Gritting her teeth, Zhi'er still lifted the bed curtain.

The emperor, as if sensing her presence, slowly opened his eyes after she lifted the bed curtain.

Chi'er didn't drug him, nor did she intend to knock him unconscious. She simply wanted to see what expression and emotions would cross his face when he saw her.

Facing each other, the emperor was not frightened or startled by the sudden appearance of a figure beside his bed.

His slightly cloudy eyes stared at Chier for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter like a child.

Zhi'er's brow furrowed slightly, apparently unsure why he would have such a smile, and she had never seen him smile like that before in all the years she had spent in the palace.

Just as she was puzzled, the emperor suddenly reached out to her and smiled, "You've finally come to see me."

"!" Zi'er tightened her hands, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

And indeed, the next moment, the Emperor's words plunged her into an icy abyss, making her body stiffen with a bone-chilling cold.

"All I've heard is him saying, 'Since you died, you haven't appeared in my dreams. Are you still blaming me for taking you away from him' "

Although he didn't name names, Zhi'er was too familiar with this tone and attitude. At the sound of his voice, she immediately knew that he had mistaken her for that woman again.

Such a scene, even after many years, Zhi'er still remembers it so clearly.

Back then, whenever he got mistreated by that woman, he would get himself drunk and have someone bring him to her.

When he had been drinking, he would always mistake her for that woman, speaking to her with such a tone, so humble and pleading.

Even during his last moments, he would repeatedly call out the woman's name.

At this moment, Chi'er clenched her fists tightly, her eyes bloodshot, wishing she could turn and leave.

She's still not ambitious.

Even knowing that his pleas and affections all belonged to that woman, she still craved them and couldn't bear to leave just yet.

The dazed emperor couldn't tell who stood before him. He deluded himself into believing the person was the woman he had always longed for.

He cautiously reached out his hand towards Zhi'er, but the next moment, he was afraid that his forward behavior would scare her away, so he quickly retracted his hand:

"To... I'm sorry, you don't like me touching you, so I won't touch you. As long as you don't leave, whatever you want me to do, I will do it."

"..."

Zier's heart turned icy cold, she couldn't help but stumble back two steps. It turned out... it turned out that in front of that woman, he was so utterly humble.d table, continuing to stare at the hills, rivers, fortresses, and routes on it.He had marked out the most likely route the Red Army would take next, and he had also made arrangements for the strongho...