The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

When Meng Xuanhe actually set foot here, the streets and alleys seemed to remind her of that dynasty.

Every brick and tile, every corner and every empty space seemed to remind her of the moments she had spent with Xie Lin in Chang'an City.

Walking along the city wall, it is tall, majestic and magnificent. The beacon towers and arrow towers on the city wall seem to be still surrounded by the smoke of ancient battlefields.

This former imperial palace has lost its vitality after thousands of years, but it still witnessed the prosperity of several dynasties.

The imperial palace that had once imprisoned her and prevented her from escaping now looked battered and crumbling.

Especially when the heavy snow fell in the north, this place seemed to turn back into the Forbidden City she was familiar with.

The red bricks and stones have lost their bright colors, having gone through many vicissitudes of life and suffered countless storms.

Meng Xuanhe touched the bricks with trembling fingertips. Once on this path, Xie Lin stood in front of her, holding her hand tightly, shielding her from all the wind and frost.

Looking back now, she is alone.

The past flows through my mind, I am forgetting and piecing it together.

Her mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts and the scene brought back sad memories. She was thinking about all the stories that had happened in the past.

The brave soldiers who fought bravely to defend their country, the young general who was willing to betray his country to fulfill the Duke's last wish, and the affectionate promise that His Majesty, the Supreme Emperor, had made to her...

In the long course of history, she seems so small and so powerless.

She hoped that one day she and Xie Lin would meet again at this familiar yet unfamiliar corner.

But unfortunately, she stayed here for a whole week and never saw the man she said she would be with for the rest of her life.

Meng Xuanhe sighed and looked at the sunset glow over the palace again.

She gently stroked the lacquered mahogany pillar in front of the hall, leaving her last tear on the bluestone tiles, and then left without looking back.

This tear fell to the ground, and it seemed to fall from the corner of the eye of the emperor of the Great Northern Dynasty.

During the seven days that Meng Xuanhe went to the Forbidden City, the Northern Dynasty had already lasted for seven months.

In the past seven months, the world is no longer as peaceful as before.

There are natural disasters on the verge of devastation everywhere. It can even be said that the people are living in misery and the world is in chaos.

In the fields, crops withered and locusts swarmed everywhere. Corrupt officials were rampant in the government, and the people worked hard but only received hunger and despair.

The prosperous era of the founding of the country is long gone, and Xie Lin has become a cold-blooded tyrant who ignores state affairs from his position above thousands of people.

It seemed that the people in the Forbidden City were killed by him in batches. New people entered the palace every day, but corpses were carried out one after another in the evening.

"What a bunch of rubbish! You can't even do a dream like putting a curse on me. What's the point of keeping you around?"

Xie Lin's eyes were cold, and he looked at the group of talented people as if he was looking at a group of dead bodies.

He sat on a high dragon throne, with countless people crawling below him in submission.

Xie Lin has everything in the entire Northern Dynasty, but he can't even dream about her.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

The counselors below all showed expressions of fear. They knew clearly that this was a tyrant, but they still went to the palace to give it a try for wealth and glory.

However, fate would not give them the chance to regret. The moment Xie Lin drew his sharp blade, more than a dozen people’s heads fell to the ground instantly.

His internal strength improved again. As early as the moment Meng Xuanhe was taken away by the Fire Phoenix, Xie Lin had already broken through the peak of the seventh level and reached the eighth level of internal strength.

Xie Lin's strength has changed dramatically compared to before, so it is useless for anyone to put a spell or hypnosis on him now.

Long periods of sleep deprivation had turned his eyes scarlet, with traces of blood lingering in the whites of his eyes, and even the ends of his hair had turned slightly white.

It's not that he doesn't know that the Northern Dynasty is now in a state of devastation and the people are living in misery, but he simply doesn't bother to care.

If his moon was not in this world, even if this world was completely destroyed, Xie Lin would not care.

The only thing that showed some humanity in him was his treatment of Yan Chengan, Yan Liujing, Nanny Wen and others.

They are the princess's precious people, and Xie Lin will protect them. As for Meng Xuanhe's last wish, he also did it, releasing Yan Chengan from prison and giving him freedom.

But Meng Xuanhe asked him to take good care of himself, but Xie Lin didn't do it.

Winter Solstice of the Northern Dynasty: Princess, this is the first month since you left. You are not by my side, and I really can't resist the urge to kill someone, but you must not like me to do so.

Xiaohan, the first year of the Northern Dynasty: Princess, I still can't control myself. The ministers asked me to appoint a new queen. They all said that you are no longer here. But how could my princess not be here? You just hid yourself and I couldn't find you.

The beginning of spring in the second year of the Northern Dynasty: Princess, I have been in a bad state recently, and I often think of the past between you and me in the Princess's Mansion. If you are not by my side, how can I take care of myself?

Jingzhe, the second year of the Northern Dynasty: Princess, if you really miss me, then come back to see me, don’t let me wait endlessly in the darkness alone.

Qingming Festival, Year 2 of the Northern Dynasty: Princess, are you angry about what I did? Now you don’t even want to enter my dreams.

Beginning of Summer, Year 2 of the Northern Dynasty: Princess, please come into my dream. I no longer expect you to be by my side. Even if it is just a dream, can you please let me see you one more time?

Xie Lin wrote letter after letter to Meng Xuanhe. Even though she couldn't receive any of them, he still had the obsessive thought that if he could see her again in his dream, he would give all the letters to her.

Xie Lin lay on the bed in Yongle Palace as usual. The scent of a young girl had long dissipated, but he still held the jade pillow tightly with one hand.

As if this would allow him to embrace the woman he loved.

Beside his pillow, a tear fell from the emperor's eyes, wetting a letter that he had long read over and over again like a treasure.

That was a letter Meng Xuanhe had written to him, asking him not to read it before his wedding.

Seeing your words is like meeting you, and reading your letter makes you happy:

This autumn the water is vast and the frosty wind is bitter. I may always be by your side, or we may have been separated for a thousand years.

I recall the first time I saw you at the Princess's residence in the seventh year of Yongde. I am not a person from this world, but from the future a thousand years later. One day, a strange shuttle took me to Xie Lang's side.

I didn't mean to leave you at the summer solstice. Thank you, my dear, you should be famous for a hundred generations, and you are above all people. How can you stay here because of the spring mud? Fortunately, my dear is happy, and you have the world in your heart, and you can finally look down on the prosperous world.

Xie Lang always asks me if I love you, but when I pick up the pen I don’t know where to start.

I think deep love is like the warm breeze and sun, the return of spring to the earth, and also like the cold north wind, bold and unrestrained. The two are entangled, rotating and alternating, breaking and continuing.

I don't know if these poor words are enough to describe my love for you, I am afraid that my heart cannot express my feelings. So I can only pick up my pen and write this last letter.