The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

They continued to explore the ruins, trying to find more clues about the disaster from the ancient artifacts and inscriptions. Each artifact exuded a mysterious aura, as if carrying the memory of that civilization.

Lan Yunyan gently stroked an ancient stone slab on which were engraved some strange patterns and words. She tried hard to decipher the meaning.

The man carefully observed the structure of the ruins and pondered the architectural style and technological level of this civilization.

"Judging from the buildings here, their technology and magic must have reached a very high level. But even so, they still couldn't avoid the disaster."

As their exploration deepened, they increasingly felt the greatness and fragility of that civilization.

Among the ancient ruins, magnificent buildings rise from the ground, and exquisite carvings tell of the glory of the past. The complex and exquisite craftsmanship seems to be a masterpiece of the hand of God, demonstrating the great creativity and highly developed scientific and technological level of this civilization in its heyday.

However, when they brushed away the dust of time, they also saw the fragility of civilization.

The scars of war are clearly visible on the ruins, excessive consumption of resources has left the land barren, and internal strife and external pressure have ultimately led to the decline of this once brilliant civilization.

They seemed to see the helplessness and struggle of the people who once lived here, and the desolation after the prosperity had faded.

On those damaged murals, blurred lines outline the sadness on people's faces, as if expressing their unwillingness to accept their fate.

The once bustling streets are now silent, with only the wind humming in the open space, as if mourning a bygone era.

They walked slowly through the ruins, imagining the atmosphere of the fireworks that once existed here.

Perhaps people at that time also struggled for their ideals, rejoiced for love, and worked hard for their families.

However, the wheel of history rolled on mercilessly, burying all of this in the dust of time.

They stopped in front of an ancient palace, looked up at the dilapidated dome, and felt endless emotion in their hearts.

The decline of this civilization is an irreversible tragedy and a profound warning to future generations.

In the long river of time, nothing is eternal. Only through constant reflection and progress can civilization continue and develop.

They left the ruins silently.

Lan Yunyan walked side by side with the man. The breeze gently brushed across their faces, blowing up Lan Yunyan's hair, making it flutter slightly in the air.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at the man beside her with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

The man stood tall and straight with a calm expression. He noticed Lan Yunyan's gaze and turned around with a hint of smile in his eyes.

They walked slowly along an ancient path. Although the stone pavement under their feet was a little mottled, it seemed to be telling stories of the past.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting spots of light on them.

"By the way, I still don't know your name." Lan Yunyan's voice was soft and clear, like a clear mountain spring, gurgling through the heart.

She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile appearing on the corner of her mouth. That smile contained both curiosity about the unknown and an inexplicable sense of closeness to the person in front of her.

There seemed to be endless stories hidden in her eyes, and she was quietly waiting for the other party's response to start a new chapter.

The man was slightly stunned when he heard this, a glint flashed in his eyes, and then a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "My name is Xiao Yichen."

Lan Yunyan softly repeated the name, "Xiao Yichen, what a nice name."

Her eyes were full of curiosity, "So what do you do?"

Xiao Yichen raised his head slightly and looked into the distance. "I have been looking for some lost things, those stories and memories forgotten by time."

A hint of curiosity flashed in Lan Yunyan's eyes. "It sounds interesting. Did you find it?"

Xiao Yichen shook his head slightly, "Not yet, but I believe that as long as I persist, there will always be gains."

Lan Yunyan nodded thoughtfully, "Then why are you looking for these?"

Xiao Yichen was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "In this bustling world, people are always in a hurry and forget the beauty and wisdom of the past. Those lost stories and memories are our roots and the source of our strength to move forward.

I want to find them, so that people can re-examine their lives and find the lost tranquility and purity.”

Lan Yunyan listened quietly, admiration in her eyes.

"You are really special, Xiao Yichen." She said softly.

“Most people are chasing after immediate benefits and happiness, but you are working hard for things that have been forgotten.”

Xiao Yichen smiled slightly, "Everyone has his own mission, I just listen to the voice of my heart."

They continued walking along the path, the sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves onto them, as if covering them with a layer of golden light.

As time went by, the sun gradually set in the west, and its light became less glaring and more gentle.

Brilliant colors appeared in the sky, with golden, orange, and pink intertwined together, like a beautiful painting.

As the sun set, its afterglow dyed the path a warm orange-red. Lan Yunyan and Xiao Yichen slowly stopped.

The afterglow cast a gentle glow on Lan Yunyan's face. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Xiao Yichen: "Xiao Yichen, I have to go back. Let's say goodbye now."

Xiao Yichen nodded slightly, "Okay, I hope to see you next time and that everything is going well for you."

"Yeah." After saying that, Lan Yunyan turned and left.

Xiao Yichen kept looking at her back until she disappeared at the end of the path.

As night gradually fell, Xiao Yichen turned and left.

His figure gradually blurred in the increasingly dark night, as if he was about to merge into the deep darkness.

The evening breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. Xiao Yichen tightened his clothes, but Lan Yunyan's every frown and smile was still lingering in his heart.