The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

Jiang Wumei naturally wouldn't stop her.

She asked the abbot to lead the way, and the two of them walked along the winding corridor of Huguo Temple, crossed a stone road, and came to a small courtyard with a strong Zen atmosphere in the back mountain.

There are three rooms in the courtyard, simple and rustic.

The one in the middle is the memorial tablet of Mrs. Huo.

The Zen room was filled with the rich scent of sandalwood, with rows of white candles and an incense table with memorial tablets. Jiang Wumei walked forward to light a stick of incense, then left the room to Xu Junjun.

Jiang Wumei stood outside the room and could clearly hear Xu Junjun's sobs. After a brief pause, she walked to the gate of the Zen temple.

The Qilin Guard followed Jiang Wumei and gave Xu Junjun enough space to vent alone.

The rain curtain formed lines. Jiang Wumei stood under the corridor not far from the courtyard gate, looking at the continuous mountains in the rain curtain with a calm face.

Behind her, Xu Junjun's voice floated out through the broken door. Jiang Wumei sighed, but she also knew that there was no way to persuade her in this matter.

Raindrops fell to the ground, and small puddles formed beside the wet stone road, reflecting the gray sky and tree shadows, bringing the cool autumn colors.

A little bit of cold air seeped into the skin. The weather was getting colder. Worried about catching a cold, Jiang Wumei ordered the Qilin Guard to go to the carriage and get their cloaks.

But not long after the Qilin Guards left, Jiang Wumei heard a pair of steady footsteps approaching from afar, slowly moving towards the Zen temple.

"Royal Consort?

Do you need me to stop him?"

Jiang Wumei guessed the identity of the visitor and shook her head:

"No, just let him come over."

This is not her territory to begin with, so how could she possibly stop the original owner from coming?

A figure appeared in the rain.

The man who came was tall and slender, holding an ink umbrella, wearing a long brocade robe, with black hair tied up high, revealing a tough face with small scars, which looked like it had been baptized by the battlefield. His eyes were indifferent as he stepped on the rain on the ground, and he suddenly appeared at the corner.

When he saw Qilin Guard and others, the man paused and a look of vigilance flashed in his eyes. But after seeing Jiang Wumei's face through the rain, he quickly retracted the coldness around him and walked towards Jiang Wumei.

"Your humble servant greets Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine."

"General Huo, how are you?"

Jiang Wumei glanced at the man, and recalled the scene at the Tianqi Regent Palace that night, with a complicated look in her eyes.

"Since Tianqi returned, I have not had the opportunity to meet Her Majesty.

Today, I met you and would like to express my gratitude to the Empress for saving my life."

Standing in the corridor, Huo Qiming folded his umbrella, stood up, saluted respectfully, his eyes clear.

Judging from his state, he seemed to have gotten over the hatred of that day. Her eyes swept over the wound where the man's long sword had pierced that day. Jiang Wumei nodded in agreement and said calmly:

"The old lady of the Huo family has been kind to Junjun, and you have been instrumental to the Great Sage. It is neither reasonable nor logical for me to watch you die at the hands of the Regent's sword."

The sound of rain became clearer and clearer, and the accusing sounds from the door behind him floated out through the gap. Huo Qiming's eyes flashed for a moment, and he couldn't help but look up at the closed door.

Jiang Wumei saw Huo Qiming's reaction clearly. She glanced at him and lowered her voice:

“Junjun is inside paying homage to Madam Huo.

Ever since Madam Huo passed away, Junjun has always been concerned about her.

I came to Huguo Temple today with the intention of setting up a memorial tablet for Madam Huo.

However, the host said that your Huo family had already established one, so he didn’t let Junjun establish one.”

The intermittent crying sound hit Huo Qiming's heart, creating a crack in his hardened heart that was bleeding.

Huo Qiming didn't say anything, but his big hand holding the umbrella ribs tightened inch by inch until the veins on the back of his hand burst.

“Junjun cried for a long time, and I don’t know how long it will take to end.

If you are anxious, I will go in and take the person away first."

The man in front of her stood by the wall without saying a word. If she hadn't seen the tight corners of his mouth, Jiang Wumei would have mistakenly thought that Huo Qiming was indifferent.

After a while, Huo Qiming finally spoke with difficulty amidst faint sobs:

"I am not in a hurry. I will go in after Princess Yuhe comes out."

He burned incense and chanted sutras many times at his grandmother's memorial tablet. His grandmother's spirit in heaven must know his intentions.

But since this is her first time here, let her cry freely.

The two of them see each other less and less.

I don’t know if this will be the last time they see each other.

The fate of two people has come to an end. Even if you chase and search for each other in a small space, you will never be able to see each other.

This is the truth that Huo Qiming just understood.

Huo Qiming lowered his eyes to hide his expression. Jiang Wumei could not see his face and could not get a glimpse of his current mood.

Jiang Wumei had blamed, hated, and even offered advice on how to deal with this man on behalf of her sisters, but she couldn't continue to blame him at this moment.

The intense attacks and hatred that the two best friends had for the world at the beginning, in the passage of time, all turned into an indescribable sigh.

Huo Qiming and Junjun, after all, have a very shallow bond.

Some people and some things cannot be accepted just by meeting them.

The two were equally sharp and refused to give in. In the end, they pushed each other further and further away, leaving no room for maneuver.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, the fate of the two was doomed.

"Your Highness, the things are here."

There was no palace maid accompanying him on this trip. Qilin Guard held the cloak with both hands, but did not dare to get too close to Jiang Wumei.

Huo Qiming didn't say anything for a long time after he said that. Jiang Wumei didn't have much to say to him. She took the cloak handed to her by Qilin Guard and went into the room to call someone.

As she turned around, the person behind her seemed to use up his last bit of strength and asked a question:

"Your Highness, if I had saved Princess Yuhe at the Huguo Temple, would everything be different today?"

If that night, he had not hesitated in the mountains behind Huguo Temple, and faced the black-clad man's blade and risked being seriously injured to get her back.

Wouldn't it have come to this point between them?

Perhaps, after that, she would still hate him for being blind, for not being gentle enough, and for not understanding her difficulties enough.

But as they spend time together day after day, he will eventually realize that the person in front of him is a gem that he has misunderstood, rather than the worldly sand as he had previously thought.

They will get to know each other, understand each other, cherish each other, and even... fall in love with each other during the process of getting along, and eventually become a couple that everyone envies.

Serving the elders and defending the country, she is a doctor and he is a warrior, they live in harmony and every day is as new as before, which is the picture he has imagined countless times in his dreams at midnight.

All that was missing was an opportunity.

All that was left was an opportunity that slipped through his fingers.

Everything that happened afterwards seemed to be God's will, but in fact, he was the first to let go and give up on her.

In just a moment, heat welled up in Huo Qiming's eyes. He looked up at Jiang Wumei, revealing a pair of red and moist eyes, which were filled with terrifying pain.

Jiang Wumei had never seen Huo Qiming like this before. In the few times they met, even when his life was hanging by a thread while he fought against Jun Xiaochen, he never showed such regretful and sad look.

But, what's the use?

No one will stay where they are and stubbornly wait for someone to change.

No one can predict what the final outcome will be for the two people after time is reversed.

Jiang Wumei couldn't give Huo Qiming an answer.

She couldn't give an answer either.

"Maybe……"

Jiang Wumei's sigh lingered in Huo Qiming's ears. The door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and a few hot tears rolled down the man's chin and fell onto the cold and dirty ground.