A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

She was extremely anxious and ran towards home. When she arrived home, she saw her comrades Duan Hongbo and Lu Yang taking good care of her mother.

She hurried forward to greet her mother, but her mother and Duan Hongbo could neither hear her voice nor see her figure. It was only then that she realized that she was just in a dream.

She stood there, filled with sadness and bewilderment. She wanted to reach out and touch her mother, but her hand passed right through her.

"Hongbo, Yoko, thank you for your hard work these days."

Yuan Ying's mother's voice was weak, and her eyes were full of gratitude. Duan Hongbo hurried to comfort her: "Auntie, don't say that. We are comrades-in-arms with her, and it is our duty to take care of you."

Yuan Ying's mother felt deeply moved, "If she were still alive, she would be so happy to see you taking care of me so much. She was a kind child since she was young, and she always wanted to defend her country, but she didn't expect..." As she spoke, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Yuan Ying was heartbroken listening to this. She wanted so much to tell her mother that she was still alive and well and that she didn't need to worry. She also wanted to be right here and right now to hug her again.

She followed her mother's gaze and looked at her own photo hanging on the wall. It was a photo of her wearing a military uniform, looking heroic. In the photo, she had a bright smile and a firm look in her eyes, as if she was telling of her past dreams and passion.

Duan Hongbo's eyes also turned red, and he comforted her softly, "Auntie, don't be too sad. She has always been our role model, and she will always live in our hearts. Her spirit will always inspire us. If you ruin your health, her spirit in heaven will be worried."

Yuan Ying's mother wiped her tears and nodded slightly: "I know, but sometimes, I just can't help it. Seeing you is like seeing her, and I can't help but think of those things."

Lu Yang also echoed: "Auntie, from now on we are your sons and your relatives. If you have any problems, just tell us. Now that she is gone, we will take good care of you for her."

Yuan Ying listened to their words, feeling moved and helpless.

At night, Yuan Ying's mother lay on the bed and soon fell asleep. Yuan Ying only felt a flash of light before his eyes, and he entered his mother's dream.

She saw her mother standing in front of the photo of her and her father with a sad look in her eyes. Yuan Ying ran over and hugged her mother tightly, crying, "Mom, don't be sad, I'm still alive."

Mom slowly raised her head, tears glistening in her eyes, and looked at Yuan Ying: "Yan'er, is that you? Is it really you? Mom misses you so much."

Yuan Ying nodded desperately and said, "Mom, it's really me. I'm really not dead. I just traveled through time to Da Xia. I'm married and have children in Da Xia. I'm living a good life. Don't be sad and don't worry about me."

When the mother heard Yuan Ying's words, she smiled with relief: "Child, as long as you are doing well, I will be relieved." She reached out and touched Yuan Ying's face.

Yuan Ying's eyes were red. He held his mother's hand and said, "Mom, I miss you in Daxia too. There I have a husband who loves me and takes good care of me. I also have a pair of lovely twins."

The mother smiled gently, her eyes full of longing: "It's great that my child has his own happy family. It would be great if I could see them with my own eyes..."

Yuan Ying held her mother's hand tightly and said firmly, "Mom, there will definitely be a chance."

Yuan Ying hugged her mother tightly and talked to her heart in her dream. Before she knew it, they had been talking until dawn. During this long night talk, she learned from her mother that Duan Hongbo had lived up to everyone's expectations and completed the mission she had participated in. Over the years, the army has taken great care of her mother, and her comrades often come to visit her and take good care of her.

When the morning light quietly shone through the window and sprinkled into the house, Yuan Ying's mother woke up slowly. She slowly opened her eyes and subconsciously searched the room, but the daughter she had been thinking about had disappeared. In the room, only her slightly lonely figure and her deep attachment to the dream of last night were left.

The Prince Jing's Mansion was covered in snow. Murong Xuanyi was extremely anxious. He heard from the people that Yuan Ying had been in a coma and his soul might have left his body, and a ritual was needed to summon his soul back.

In desperation, Murong Xuanyi hurriedly sent someone to invite the highly respected monk from Ci'en Temple. The monk set up a solemn altar in the palace, and a ritual lasting seven days and seven nights began amid the smoke of incense.

During this time, the sound of bells and drums continued, and the monks chanted scriptures and prayed with complicated gestures. But despite the meticulousness of the ritual, Yuan Ying still kept his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up.

After the monk finished the ritual, he looked at Murong Xuanyi with a compassionate look on his face and slowly said, "Donor, let her go! She has returned to where she should be."

Murong Xuanyi was struck by lightning, his eyes full of disbelief and pain: "No, Yan'er is here, she just hasn't woken up yet, Master, there must be a way to save her! Right?"

The monk shook his head slightly, his eyes calm and deep: "Everything in the world has its destiny. There seems to be a mysterious force in her body, pulling her soul. You should know that she doesn't belong here. Now, she has just returned to her original destination."

Murong Xuanyi staggered a few steps and nearly fell. His voice was filled with despair: "No, it's impossible! She and I have been through countless hardships, and it's not easy to have everything we have now, and we have our child... How can she just leave like this?"

The monk sighed softly, his eyes fell on the unconscious Yuan Ying: "Donor, obsession will only increase pain. This may be her fate, why force it."

When Murong Xuanyi heard the monk's words, he was instantly confused and knelt down in front of the monk with a plop. His eyes were red and full of pleading, and he said anxiously:

"Master, please save her! If you are willing to save her, I will build a golden statue for you, build a large temple, expand the temple, and restore its glory. I hope that Master will be merciful!"

The master sighed, "She and you are not from the same world, you are destined not to be together, you have to keep calm."

"Now, she's going home. This is actually the best outcome for her. Even so, are you still selfish enough to go and get her back?"

Murong Xuanyi pursed his lips and said in an extremely firm tone: "Her home is here, and here are her husband and children."

The monk frowned slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Donor, if you go against the will of heaven, you may be punished by heaven."

Murong Xuanyi slowly stood up, his eyes as firm as iron: "Master, I am not afraid of divine punishment. I believe that if she wakes up, she will definitely choose to be with me and the child."

The master looked solemn, sighed heavily again, and said slowly: "It's not that there is no way, but..."

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