At night, when he was copying Buddhist scriptures and praying for his sister in the temple, the pain that had been lingering on him for many days suddenly disappeared and was replaced by that very familiar feeling.

This feeling has been with him for the past ten years.

At that time, he and his sister practiced calligraphy and read together every day.

After a daze, he rushed out in a hurry, but where was anyone?

Only the lamp in the corner was dimly lit.

My sister said that my brother often discussed matters with his father and was exposed late at night. There should always be some light to guide the way back to the palace.

So everywhere he passed on his way back to his palace, such lights were hung.

My sister said that seeing this kind of light when she is tired is like a sister accompanying her brother. My brother should be happy!

But since my sister was sent to Jinling, the lights in the palace were broken and dark, and there was no longer a well-behaved and considerate sister who would run up and down to repair these little things in person.

After a moment of daze, the pain struck again.

For the first time in three years, he wanted to ask his mother and concubine why she did this!

In the eyes of his mother, concubine and father, he is nothing, and his sister is nothing!

So while it was still dark, he went to this place that he had not set foot in for three years.

After shooing away the servant, he was about to knock on the door when he heard the conversation inside...

This time, the familiar feeling didn't appear again, but the pain became even worse.

He was too familiar with his sister.

The person in the palace was not An Chaoci's sister.

Where is his sister?

where is it!

Jing Ling looked at the crying man in front of her with mixed feelings.

One wrong decision and the dead will never come back and the living will suffer forever.

In the past three years, An Jingling has lived cautiously, not daring to fight back when bullied, for fear of being exposed and affecting her country.

But An Chaoci couldn't sleep day and night, his ambitions had nowhere to show, he was trapped in the palace, pretending all the time, afraid to go out or see people, for fear that his sister would be exposed.

If there had not been this wrong exchange at the beginning, An Chaoci, who was excellent in martial arts, might not have been able to survive safely in Jinling, and An Jinling's death would not have been in vain.

But no if.

……

Purple smoke has not seen the sun for a long time, and the haze of the past few days has finally cleared away today.

An Chaoci stood there, watching the man in front of him leave upright, smiled, and tears finally fell from his eyes.

His sister never resented him at the last moment.

This was one of the things the man said to him.

From then on, there was no An Jingling in the world, only Jingling.

This is another sentence the man said to him.

……

Outside Jinling Kyoto City.

In the quiet bamboo forest, a carriage stopped silently, and a woman wearing a conical hat and a white gauze covering her face got off the carriage and walked slowly into the bamboo forest.

Hearing the footsteps, Meng Rongzhen slowly turned back.

"Miss Shi, you are here."

The visitor was none other than Shi Qiaoyun.

Shi Qiaoyun paused, then took off the conical hat on his head, smiled softly towards the opposite side, and nodded, "Long time no see, General Meng."

Meng Rongzhen was slightly confused and looked at Shi Qiaoyun sideways, but still didn't say anything more.

For some reason, he always felt that Miss Shi today was a little strange, as if she was different from usual.

But what was so strange about it, Meng Rongzhen couldn't tell. Normally, he didn't pay much attention to Shi Qiaoyun who came to talk to him.

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