A life of ups and downs is pure joy

Zhuang Ge'er was in a daze today in the hall. All those seated were the noblest and most powerful people in Dayan, including the old emperor of Dayan who was said to be her father's most loyal. Just looking at him made people feel awe.

She looked at the flower on her forehead in the bronze mirror.

"Phoenix Eye Flower... Luofeng City... Dasheng..."

As she was muttering and thinking, she felt a sharp pain in her head. Zhuang Ge'er couldn't help but groan. Wan Dong, who was making the bed, heard the sound and hurried over.

"Princess, what's wrong with you?"

The maid asked with concern, looking at the woman who was frowning and in pain.

"No problem, just a headache."

"Perhaps it's because of the cool breeze in Hehuan Palace today. I'll call the female doctor to take your pulse."

After Wan Dong finished speaking, she was about to get up, but Zhuang Ge'er quickly called her back.

"Wan Dong, wait a minute, I'm fine. Maybe I was a little too nervous today. No need to bother."

"Is the princess really okay?"

Wan Dong looked at Zhuang Ge'er doubtfully, then stepped forward and gently rubbed her head.

"Let me help the princess press it. I have learned the technique from the female doctor in the palace."

"okay."

Luoyi Pavilion of the Xiao Mansion in Jinhan City, Dasheng.

"Huan'er, I've been looking for you for three years. Where are you?"

Xiao Yi sat alone on the wooden couch where Lin Qinghuan usually sat, holding her favorite hairpin, and murmured to himself, thinking of the assassination three years ago. The carriage carrying Lin Qinghuan fell off a cliff thousands of feet high, but there were only fragments of the carriage in the thousand-year-old snow pool at the bottom of the cliff, but no one found Lin Qinghuan's body, so no one believed she was dead. Neither the Xiao family, nor the Lin family, nor the royal family had given up the search over the years.

"Master, bad news for Luo Feng..."

Da Yuan rushed in, losing his usual composure and stumbling to his knees.

"what happened?"

Xiao Yi put down Lin Qinghuan's hairpin and looked at the panicked Da Yuan and asked.

"The old lady of the Lin family passed away..."

three days ago.

In the Marquis' Mansion in Luofeng City, all the children of the Lin family gathered in Anxinzhai. Lin Ancai, his wife Xiao Qiannan and their son were on their way back to Luofeng City.

"Mother, I am unfilial."

Lin Mutang knelt in front of the bed of Cheng Ping, the ancestor of the Lin family, with tears streaming down his face. He Su was also wiping her tears beside him. The children knelt in the room and cried softly.

"Tang'er, I've lived a pretty complete life. Your father was a top scholar, and you and Sen'er have also made countless achievements and brought honor to our family. But what worries me now is... my Huan'er... You must find this child... poor child... where on earth is my Huan'er..."

The old lady had been missing her granddaughter for years and was heartbroken. Today, she only had one breath left to tell her descendants about her life. When she mentioned her poor granddaughter, her eyes were wet and her face was full of heartache. She refused to believe until her death that she had sent her own son away.

"If I run into Lan'er down there, how can I face her with my old face..."

"Mother, don't worry. I will try my best to find my love. Mother, please take a rest."

Lin Mutang held his old mother's hand tightly and said with tears on his face.

"Mother, please wait a little longer. An Cai will be back soon and is on his way..."

He Su took the invigorating soup from the maid's hand, wiped her tears and fed it to the old lady one spoonful at a time, hoping that she could hold on until Lin An came back.

When Lin Ancai and Xiao Qiannan rushed back exhausted, the Marquis's Mansion was already hung with white elegiac couplets. The moment the housekeeper Zhang Wu saw his own young master, he excitedly knelt down to greet him.

"Where's grandma?"

Lin Ancai looked at the elegiac couplet at the door, squeezed out a few words and asked while crying.

"Sir, our ancestor has passed away..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ancai staggered and ran towards the mansion. Xiao Qiannan chased after him while crying. Two wet nurses took small steps and followed him into the mansion holding Lin Ancai's son Lin Yunzhan.

The main hall was silent, with only the sound of everyone sobbing. The old lady who had managed the Lin family for a lifetime finally passed away in old age with the regret of missing her granddaughter.

"Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely find my sister."

Lin Ancai knelt in front of the coffin and cried bitterly. Because he had to defend the city, he did not get to see his grandmother for the last time. Fortunately, Xiao Qiannan often brought little Huzi to Luofeng to show filial piety over the years.

White mourning couplets were hung all over the mansion, and white paper flowers were pasted on every household in the streets and alleys of the city.

In Luoyi Pavilion, Xiao Yi's lonely back was lying on the couch, still holding Lin Qinghuan's favorite hairpin in his hand, with traces of tears on his cold face.

In the courtyard of Luoyi Pavilion, Yun Xiang and Bai Zhi were watching the four-year-old Xiao Xingjian playing with a wooden sword with Da Yuan. Bai Zhi looked up from time to time at Xiao Yi's lonely back under the flickering candlelight in the room, and then shook her head helplessly.

"Has Hongqi received any letters recently?"

Bai Zhi asked.

"She just received a letter last month. She's still searching. She said she'd find the young lady even if she had to travel all over the nine kingdoms, six seas, and five divine lands."

After Yun Xiang finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Xingjian again.

"Jane, run slower."

The little boy turned around and smiled mischievously, his pair of peach blossom eyes looking very much like the hostess of Luoyi Pavilion.