A Shocking Dream

"Your Majesty, the Saint... has... passed away," a royal physician whispered, his voice filled with grief and helplessness. Qin Ruohuan closed his eyes and sighed deeply, a heavy sigh that seemed to carry endless sorrow. He slowly turned and walked out of the sorrow-filled room with heavy steps.

Inside, everyone present had their own concerns about the Saint's death. Kou Jing stood aside, a complex expression on her face. Hearing the Saint's words, she couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. A dying person's words are often kind. It seemed Rong Chen hadn't had much contact with her. However, this didn't completely reassure her, as the Saint's death could trigger a series of unknown consequences.

Su Yijing quietly looked at Yunshuang's drooping hand, his heart filled with regret. She had only just said those words to clarify things. The beauty was gone, but he was now worried about Rongchen. He couldn't imagine what Rongchen would do if he knew the news. He knew Rongchen's deep love for the Saint. If he learned of her passing, Rongchen would undoubtedly fall into immense pain, and his reaction was unpredictable.

The Yun Nation delegation was immersed in grief, unable to accept the Saint's death in a foreign land. In the silent room, sadness and worry intertwined into a complex web, enveloping everyone.

"Your Majesty, this is a letter from our Yun Kingdom's King. When the Saint left, the King said that if the Saint left Daqi safely, this letter would not need to be opened. Now..." Qingluan took out a letter with trembling hands, his eyes full of grief and sorrow.

Qin Ronghuan frowned slightly, glanced at Qingluan, then took the letter and opened it. The moment the letter unfolded, it felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Qin Ronghuan read the contents of the letter with a solemn expression.

"Respectfully written by Emperor Ansheng of Daqi. When you see this letter, Yunshuang must have passed away. I have long known that Yunshuang is suffering from a terminal illness and will not have much time left. I had anticipated this day, so I wrote this letter. I am deeply honored to receive the invitation from Emperor Ansheng. The personnel of the delegation sent to your country have been carefully selected, and the Saint is of noble status and is the best candidate to be sent to your country. It's just that the Saint is weak, and I am afraid that it will cause trouble to your country. I didn't want Yunshuang to go all the way, but Yunshuang has always been yearning for the beginning of the year in your country and has always wanted to see it, so I had no choice but to agree. After Yunshuang left, she died in the territory of Daqi, which might cause trouble to your country and even rumors. As long as there is this letter, Yunshuang's death has nothing to do with Daqi. Your country should deal with Yunshuang's body as usual, and bring back the ashes. My Yun country is willing to have eternal friendship with Daqi."

Qin Ronghuan finished reading the letter, feeling a surge of emotion. He could sense the Yun Kingdom's ruler's helplessness and grief, and he also understood Saint Yun Shuang's perseverance and yearning. In this complex situation, this letter felt both a relief and a responsibility. Qin Ronghuan pondered for a moment, then looked at Qingluan and the Yun Kingdom delegation, saying in a grave tone, "I will properly handle the Saint Yun Shuang's affairs and will not let the Yun Kingdom ruler down."

At this moment full of sadness and responsibility, the fate of Daqi and Yun Kingdom is once again intertwined, and the departure of Saint Yunshuang has become an important turning point in the relationship between the two countries.

"Lord Su." Kou Jing called out to Su Yijing as he stepped out of the Saint's room. Su Yijing stopped, turned around and saluted the Queen Mother, saying, "What are your instructions?"

Kou Jing frowned slightly and said worriedly: "I know that you and Rongchen grew up together and have always been good friends. If he knew about Yunshuang's affairs, I don't know what he would do with his temper." The Queen Mother's meaning was very clear. She wanted him not to tell Qin Rongchen first. She knew Qin Rongchen's stubborn temper very well. If he learned about this outside the capital, he might do something extreme.

"Your humble servant knows, and you will obey the Queen Mother's order." Su Yijing understood the Queen Mother's concerns. Indeed, he was originally hesitant about whether to send a pigeon to inform Qin Rongchen of Yunshuang's situation, but now it seems that he really can't act rashly.

"Mother, if we don't tell Rongchen now, he'll know when he returns to the capital," Qin Ronghuan said. Su Yijing bowed and waited for the Queen Mother's response.

Kou Jing said slowly: "When he returns to the capital and knows about this matter, you and I will know what he did. Maybe Yunshuang's words can persuade him a little. He hasn't returned to the capital yet. Once you tell him, you and I can't stop him from doing anything extreme." What Kou Jing meant was that they all misunderstood Qin Rongchen. Maybe Yunshuang's words were true, and there was no relationship between the two of them.

"Mother, you mean to say that you believe Yunshuang's words, but everyone saw what Rongchen said and did that day, and it doesn't seem fake." Qin Ronghuan raised his doubts.

Kou Jing shook her head slightly and said, "A dying man's words are good. I don't believe everything. We have to wait until Rong Chen returns to the capital to know his reaction."

Everyone fell silent, thinking about the various possibilities after Qin Rongchen knew about this.

Yunshuang's passing plunged the entire capital into mourning. Her body was originally to be buried according to the rituals and customs of Daqi. However, Qingluan suggested that since she was returning to her roots, the rituals of the Yun Kingdom's Holy Maiden should be followed. Emperor Ansheng pondered for a moment and agreed. After all, Yunshuang's status was noble, and Daqi rituals were unsuitable for her.

Sunlight streamed softly across the vast meadow, yet it couldn't dispel the overwhelming sadness. A gentle breeze rustled, swaying the surrounding flowers and grass, as if they too were sighing for Yunshuang's departure. Yunshuang lay quietly in the center of the flower bed, her face serene and tranquil, as if she had simply fallen into a deep sleep. Beneath her, a pile of dry firewood lay, a final flame to bid her farewell. Qingluan, torch in hand, gazed silently at the flower bed, her eyes filled with sorrow. Her hand trembled slightly, as if the torch held a tremendous weight.

Surrounding them were Kou Jing, Kou Yurou, and Su Yijing, besides the people of Yun Nation. Kou Jing's expression was complex, her gaze fixed on Yun Shuang, a flood of emotion filling her heart. This woman, who had once filled her with so much worry, was now gone forever. Kou Yurou lowered her head slightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes. She had only met Yun Shuang twice, and she had never expected their third meeting would be under such circumstances.

Su Yijing hadn't wanted to come, but Emperor An Sheng had said he should, so he came. He looked at Yun Shuang quietly, his heart filled with helplessness and melancholy. He knew that if Qin Rongchen learned of this, he would be plunged into great pain.

Qingluan slowly raised the torch, its flickering flames dancing in the wind. She took a deep breath, as if suppressing all her grief. As the crowd watched, she gently brought the torch closer to the firewood. Instantly, the flames leaped up like a hungry beast, greedily devouring the flower bed and Yunshuang's body. The bright flames danced, and the air around them seemed to be slightly distorted by the scorching heat. The distant mountains appeared hazy in the sunlight, as if they too were casting a veil over the sorrowful scene. The people of the Yun Kingdom began to sing a mournful song. The song was melodious and plaintive, echoing in the air as they bid farewell to the Saint.

As the flames burned, Yunshuang's figure gradually faded, eventually disappearing from everyone's sight. This tragic ceremony marked her final moments in Daqi. Her ashes would be taken back to the Yun Kingdom, her homeland, fulfilling her longing to return to her roots. In this heartbreaking moment, everyone silently prayed, wishing Yunshuang rest in peace in the other world. The fate of Daqi and the Yun Kingdom became even more uncertain with Yunshuang's departure.