Yet, like him, so lonely.
It turns out his wandering steps circle around the three thousand guests in his heart, civil and military officials, yet after the drunken revelry, beside him, there's only himself...
For some reason, at this moment, with death approaching, the Venerable Emperor tightly embraces him from behind, surrounded by vigilant knives and swords, the Imperial Guard glaring fiercely, but Shang Ruyi suddenly thinks of Yu Wenye...
She thinks of him again.
What is he doing now?
Since he assisted Duke Sheng in raising troops, his wounds should have healed by now, and Empress Jiang is by his side; there will be no more barriers between them.
The only obstacle—
Just then, the sword in her hand quivers again, a gleam of sword light shaking her thoughts, making her more awake.
She has never been their obstacle.
