King Mobei closed his eyes, feeling deep despair in his heart.
Xuan Du didn't stay any longer. He turned around and was about to walk out when King Mobei called him: "Landu."
Xuandu turned around and corrected, "My name is Xuandu."
King Mobei looked at him and his tone was calmer than ever before: "Xuandu, send me on my way."
"good."
Xuan Du responded and walked out without looking back. Not long after, a servant brought a glass of wine.
King Mobei drank the wine, and as he lay on the bed, many pictures appeared in his mind, all of which he had experienced in his life.
Gradually, his vision became blurry, and in a daze, a light appeared in front of him, as dazzling as the afterglow of the sunset.
And he saw the woman's figure in the afterglow. Although he couldn't see clearly, he knew who it was.
He hurriedly chased after him, and his figure gradually disappeared into the mist, returning to nothingness.
...
When the King of Mobei passed away, there was no grand burial in the royal court, and it was only carried out according to the rules of ordinary people.
After the Queen of Mobei was buried, various reforms in Mobei were put on the agenda, and everyone became busy.
Sometimes they hold meetings very late, but fortunately everything is in order, and the people of Mobei are very supportive of the reform.
This day.
When Feng Changling came back, it was already dark at night. He went back to his place and was about to light a lamp when someone unexpectedly hugged him from behind.
He thought it was Hu Yanqiu giving him a surprise, so he said, "What's wrong, but you think I've neglected you these past two days?"
They all have their own things to be busy with, but they don't have much time to spend with the girl they love.
"Um."
The woman behind her hummed softly and said, "Let me accompany you tonight."
Feng Changling noticed something strange. The voice was clearly not Hu Yanqiu's.
He held her arm, pulled her away and asked, "Who are you?"
Hu Yanzhu didn't seem to expect that this man would see through her so quickly. She took a few steps back and almost fell to the ground: "How come you don't know how to be compassionate?"
Feng Changling squinted his eyes. He could vaguely see the woman's appearance through the blood light outside: "Hu Yanzhu?"
The second daughter of the Huyan family, the girl they rescued when they came to Mobei, also came to the royal court a few days ago, but they didn't expect her to be so bold.
When Hu Yanzhu heard him call out her name, she couldn't help but feel a little happy: "So you have always remembered me."
She walked over, flicked his robe with her fingers and said, "I miss you so much when we say goodbye that day. He saved my life. I am willing to pledge myself to him. How about that?"
Feng Changling said coldly: "Girl, please respect yourself, I already have a sweetheart."
Hu Yanzhu's face darkened: "What's so good about Hu Yanqiu?"
Feng Changling said: "No matter how bad she is, I will not marry her."
These words can be said to have angered Hu Yanzhu. She had put down her daughter's family dignity and came to sacrifice herself, but he wanted to humiliate her like this.
Growing up, what she saw and heard the most was that Hu Yanqiu was better than her, more sensible than her, and smarter than her.
She will always live in the shadow of this sister. Now even the man she likes belongs to her sister. Why?