After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Murong Ling'er squatted down quietly, her movements gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing the life that was about to disappear.

Her eyes were as calm as water as she stared at the seriously injured and dying Huo Shuixian. Her lips were tightly closed. For a moment, she didn't know where to start. She just looked at him quietly, with a complex emotion hidden in her eyes, including pity and a hint of unspeakable emotion.

Huo Shuixian's eyes gradually adapted to the light, and she finally saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face.

A faint smile appeared on the corners of her cracked lips, and her voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time: "Sister..."

"I'm not her, you know that in your heart." Murong Ling'er shook her head gently, her voice cold and without a trace of warmth, as if the person in front of her was just an insignificant stranger.

"Yeah...you...are not...her...she...was...killed...by...me...my...hands...long ago..."

Huo Shuixian spoke intermittently, and every word seemed to be uttered with all her strength. Tears slowly overflowed from her eyes, and the tears slid down her cheeks and mixed with the blood on her face. It was hard to tell whether these tears were from regret for the past or from the heart-wrenching pain in her body at the moment.

The sky was dark, spreading like ink. Murong Ling'er squatted there quietly like a statue, emitting a cold aura. Her eyes seemed to fall on Huo Shuixian, but there was an unfocused emptiness in them, as if her thoughts had already drifted to the distant past.

Huo Shuixian lowered her head, her hair scattered messily on both sides of her cheeks.

The past scenes surged in her mind like a surging tide.

She knew very well that the despair and pain in Murong Ling'er's heart must have been like a thousand arrows piercing her heart when she was pushed off the cliff.

As she thought of this, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and spat out a large mouthful of blood. The blood splattered on the ground, bright and dazzling, stinging her eyes. It was even redder than her eyes, which had already turned red from crying.

"This... I owe you this..." Huo Shuixian's breath was weak, and every word she spoke seemed to use up all her strength. "I will return this life... to you..."

Murong Ling'er looked at her quietly, her expression calm to a somewhat terrifying degree. She said nothing, just quietly watching her walk towards the end of her life bit by bit.

Huo Shuixian's eyes were red, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile of relief, "I... am going to look for them... Father... and you... we can finally be reunited..."

Before she could finish her words, another stream of blood gushed out of her mouth and her whole body twitched uncontrollably. It was obvious that she was on her deathbed.

At this moment, Murong Ling'er seemed to suddenly remember something, and her tone was as calm as if she was narrating an insignificant matter, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, your father is not dead, he is alive and well."

Huo Shuixian, who was about to lose consciousness, suddenly widened her eyes when she heard these words, her eyes full of disbelief. She subconsciously exerted force with her hands and grabbed Murong Ling'er's skirt tightly. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she wanted to say something, but only a "hissing" sound came out of her throat.

The next second, her hands slipped weakly and she fell straight down, her eyes wide open, as if she died with her eyes open.

Murong Ling'er stood aside and witnessed all this. She couldn't help but sigh and said softly, "Some debts can never be repaid."

Huo Shuixian's death was like a small stone thrown into an already turbulent lake, causing a brief ripple, but soon everything returned to calm, as if she had never existed in this world.

Time passed quickly, and at the beginning of the next year, the situation in the palace suddenly changed. Emperor Zhao had been ill for a long time and eventually died, passing the throne to Crown Prince Zhao Hao.

The ascension of a new emperor should have been a peaceful scene, but beneath the court lay hidden turmoil.

The Rong family attempted to rebel and usurp the throne. All nine members of the Rong family were executed, and their accomplices were also punished one by one according to the law. Concubine Rong was sentenced to the punishment of scraping, and the past glory and wealth disappeared like a dream.

The eldest prince died in the chaos, and the second prince was demoted to a commoner and imprisoned for life in the dark prison of the Imperial Clan Court.

The whole Kyoto seemed to have experienced a baptism of storm, and its old appearance was replaced by a new one.

After Zhao Hao ascended the throne, he knew that Chu Lingfeng, Lin Yi and others had made great contributions in rescuing him before, so he ordered them to be recalled to Kyoto.

The atmosphere in the magnificent Golden Throne Hall is solemn and warm.

Chu Lingfeng, Lin Yi, and the others knelt in the main hall. Zhao Hao smiled broadly and said in a resonant voice, "Chu Lingfeng, Lin Yi, you have performed meritorious services in rescuing me. I will reward you today."

"Chu Lingfeng, I appoint you as the first-class prince of the opposite sex who protects the country. You are the highest official in the country. I hope you will continue to serve my dynasty in the future."

Chu Lingfeng didn't show any joy when he heard this. He slowly raised his head and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, I thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to be conferred."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the civil and military officials in the court were shocked, and there was an uproar in the hall.

Zhao Hao's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears. He subconsciously scratched his ears and asked in confusion, "Lord Chu, what did you say? Are you kidding me? This is an unparalleled honor!"

Lin Yi's face was filled with anxiety. He didn't understand why his friend would refuse to be conferred at such a critical moment. This was a crime of disrespect! He quickly whispered, "Ling Feng, are you crazy? This is a gift from His Majesty. You should thank him!"

Chu Lingfeng just smiled bitterly, the pain in his heart surged like a tide.

He was originally full of anticipation, thinking of holding a grand wedding ceremony with Murong Ling'er on the day of the title. He wanted to announce their mother and son identities to the whole world, and ask for a super-first-class imperial edict for her, so that she would become a person respected by everyone. He also wanted to ask for the title of Crown Prince for their son, so that his son would have a bright future.

For this purpose, he wrote the memorial early and waited for that day with joy. As long as she nodded in agreement, he could submit the memorial immediately.

However, fate played a cruel joke on him.

She left without any warning. This time, it was a real farewell and she would never come back.

Thinking of this, Chu Lingfeng felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a sharp knife was cutting his heart.

He could use his ability to overturn the verdict of the General's Mansion, clear her name and restore her grievances, but he could not keep her.

Her departure made him feel unprecedented powerlessness and despair.

Unable to keep her, he chose to wait, even if it took a lifetime, even if this lifetime had to be spent in endless longing, he had no complaints.

Because in his heart, she is always his only love and the most important person in his life.