Yi Huaiyu always believed that he could control his own destiny above God. However, as he grew older and gradually became unable to do what he wanted, the disputes among his many descendants made him suddenly understand that no matter what time, he was under the ruthless arrangement of fate.
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Yi Chenxuan, who had devoted the most effort, became the criminal who brought disaster to the country. His son Yi Chenjing, who loved him deeply but never expressed it, treated him indifferently. After suffering many grievances, he even lost his biological mother; and he, holding on to the promise he made to Su Shiyun,
It was a life of ups and downs, but in the end not a single word was fulfilled. In the end, it was like everyone was betraying their relatives and leaving.
Who is to blame?
Is it his fault that he should not have sought power and usurped the throne and forced his brother to death? Or is it his fault that he should have shown compassion to keep Yi Chenxuan alive and raise him? Or is it his fault that he has never been able to figure out who he loves and who he does not love?
Destroy two God-given marriages?
Su Shiyun died, and Sima Tulan no longer wanted to talk to her. Only Ou Suiliang was left in the world who was still willing to listen to his nagging and capricious words.
"Tu'er... Yun'er..."
Half asleep and half awake, Yi Huaiyu didn't know who he was calling. He only remembered a pair of gentle hands wrapping his fist, gently relaxing his frown, and calling softly over and over again.
Huaiyu, Huaiyu.
For countless years, no one has called his name.
The illness lasted for several months. He was weak and haggard. The feeling of running out of oil and lamps became more and more intense. Death followed him everywhere. The only thing that could make Yi Huaiyu smile for a moment was Sima Tulan's retreating figure. He pretended to be asleep.
, and when she left quietly.
Yi Huaiyu didn't dare to open his eyes and meet Sima Duran's eyes. He didn't know what to say, apologize or sweet talk. He was not good at any of them. Anyway, people who are about to die, why waste time on old people?
How about elaborating on the complaint? Why not just pretend to be asleep and wait for her to leave, just take a look at her back, know that she is safe, and see that she is as healthy as before, this is a rare happiness.
"My father is really able to accept everything with peace of mind. He is praised by hundreds of officials, worshiped by all the people, and the beauties in the entire harem are worried about him...Have you ever thought about it, father, that these should not be yours?"
The hazy but peaceful dream was awakened by the sudden intrusion of Yi Chenxuan. Yi Huaiyu no longer had a clear enough mind to remember which day or hour it was. He only knew that retribution was coming - seeking power and usurping the throne, forcing his brother to death, those...
The unforgivable sin of caution.
God took back the glory, wealth, honor and status that he had stolen, and gave him a golden birdcage to imprison him ruthlessly.
"I originally wanted to return the throne to you...but you were too cruel. After all, Jing'er is your brother who grew up with you...haven't my partiality and protection for you been enough over the years?"
"Out of guilt or fear of retribution? Leave these words to those who are waiting to settle accounts with you in the underworld."
When Yi Chenxuan launched the palace coup at the end, Yi Huaiyu could no longer see clearly. His eyes were no longer as bright as before, leaving only a chaotic light.
The golden bird cage symbolizing shame originally imprisoned only Yi Huaiyu. He couldn't eat leftovers, couldn't drink herbal tea and cold water, and was almost waiting for death. Yi Huaiyu accepted his fate, but he didn't expect that soon even Sima Tulan would be killed.
He also got in.
"Suiliang was injured and ran away. The others either sided with Yi Chenxuan or were controlled. Now we can only hope that Jing'er will find a way to invade the imperial capital. I don't know what happened to Jing'er and Qi Ge. If there is Zhao Kingdom
With the help of troops, maybe we still have a glimmer of hope."
While taking care of Yi Huaiyu, Sima Tulan told him about the invisible situation, without complaining or blaming, as if the grudges between them did not exist, and she was still his most loyal wife as she was twenty years ago.
, tried his best to take care of everything for him that he was tired of taking care of.
"Tu'er, do you hate me?" Yi Huaiyu's voice was hoarse and old as he used all his remaining strength to grasp Sima Tulan's hand.
Sima Tulan was silent for a long time.
"If you had agreed to me going to see Jun Fang at that time, I wouldn't have been against you with so much hatred all these years, but..." After a pause, Sima Duran hugged Yi Huaiyu's withered body tightly, smiling in desperation.
Poignantly, "If you hadn't taken away that hatred, I think I would have blamed myself to death."
He racked his brains to make her hate, and let her hate, not out of a narrow and exclusive mentality, but because he knew Sima Duran's temper too well, and he also understood that his deep love would never allow her to die because of it, so he loved
It became hatred, he loved it, she hated it, and they lived together in a tragic confrontation. They seemed to be incompatible with each other, but they were entangled endlessly.
Many years ago in the cold stone cave, their fates were intertwined and inseparable.
The deeper the love, the more hate.
"What I regret most in my life is that I couldn't see my own thoughts clearly, so that you and Yun'er spent their lives wrongly... In the end, I even killed the person you loved most..." Yi Huaiyu grinned.
The chapped lips smiled bitterly, the heroic brows disappeared, and there was an added feeling of regret, "It was not me, but Suiliang who should have married you in the first place. When I learned about you and Jun Fang, I shouldn't be angry and stop you. You two are together."
...After so many years, who has had an easier time? I just can’t let go of you, and I can’t let go of my most trusted friend..."
Yi Huaiyu's words gradually failed to form sentences. Sima Duran chuckled lightly, and a large tear fell down his aging face.
Shen Junfang, that talented young imperial master, would he be happy if he heard these words? However, Sima Duran didn't want that. No one in the world knew better than her. Shen Junfang was just a passerby in her life, a trustworthy person.
People, people who can be relied on, approached him at first to attract Yi Huaiyu's attention, hoping to learn more about Yi Huaiyu from Shen Junfang, but later, just to seek a kind of comfort, and because he couldn't bear to be hurt by such a kind person
innocent people.
"From the beginning to the end, the only person I love is you..."
Her eyebrows and eyelashes gently rubbed her weathered cheeks, and the familiar but distant smell became stronger. Holding her wrinkled palm tightly, Sima Duran gently pressed it to the side of her face, and gazed tenderly at the eyes that could no longer see her clearly.
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"After my brother passed away, I could have continued fighting with you, but I didn't. Don't you understand? I blame you, but I don't want to destroy the dynasty you spent half your life building. You gave me a reason to live.
Let me hate you for a living, but have you ever thought that the feelings I have accumulated for so many years by enduring the humiliation and following you can be overshadowed by this little hatred? I am already dead-set, and I want love and hate to offset it.
You have nothing to do with me, yet you didn’t know your grievance until the end..."
She thought her heart had become cold, but she heard that he had stood by the bed to watch her sleep peacefully; she thought she would never be emotional again, but she was told that the grudges she had hidden all those years were just for her to survive.
The world has gone through vicissitudes of life, more than twenty years of ups and downs, and in the end, the dynasty may have collapsed and the world has been in chaos, but she has nothing else to ask for.