After traveling through time, I rely on force to survive

Censor Song hardly leaves his house these days.

At this moment, he was holding a wine gourd tightly in his hand. The wine in the gourd was poured into it for him by Yun Su out of concern that he would break the wine jar.

Censor Song took a sip of wine, the smell of which was so strong that he felt like crying. He stared blankly at something, but his thoughts had already drifted away.

He thought that he would never think about what happened more than ten years ago in his lifetime.

Unexpectedly, with the appearance of Xie Xuan'an, the past that he had buried deep in his heart and tried hard to forget was like an old scar being opened, and it was once again revealed before his eyes with blood.

Stimulated by the strong liquor, the past events involuntarily emerged in his mind. Those vivid faces made him feel like it was just yesterday.

Censor Song felt suffocated. He gulped down the liquor, wanting to indulge in it like he used to.

But today, the more drunk he was, the clearer the past appeared before his eyes.

He clearly remembered that this day was the day he corresponded with his friends in the court.

He just couldn't understand how a letter he wrote to a friend, which was just a casual chat, could become evidence of the general's treason?

Censor Song drank sip after sip of wine. As the strong liquor slid down his throat, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest and abdomen.

But this burning sensation could not erase the guilt in his heart.

He drank up all the wine in the wine gourd in such a guzzling manner that he couldn't pour out a drop of wine anymore.

Censor Song threw the wine gourd onto the table casually. The wine gourd rolled a few times and stopped next to another empty wine gourd.

Censor Song didn't care at all. He suddenly stood up and staggered out of the house.

Under the influence of alcohol, Censor Song walked a long way and came to a desolate hillside.

There is a solitary grave standing on the hillside. It is only slightly higher than the ground. If you don't look carefully, it is almost impossible to tell that it is a grave.

It has no tombstone, and although there are signs of maintenance, the grass on it has blended in with the surrounding environment.

Censor Song staggered over, fell down in front of the grave, and muttered to himself, "Old friend, I'm here to see you."

Censor Song reached out and touched the weeds on the grave, his eyes gradually becoming moist.

He murmured softly:

"I never thought of hurting you... I never thought... of hurting you..."

At this point, Censor Song's voice choked and he was unable to continue.

The suppressed emotions of the past few days finally burst out when he saw this grave. He sobbed softly, tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping into the soil on the ground.

In the evening, when Li Qingqing came back, she heard Yun Su report that when she delivered dinner to Censor Song today, he was nowhere to be seen, and even the lunch was left on the table untouched.

"Where did he go?" Li Qingqing was a little surprised. She looked at Xie Xuan'an, who was also confused.

The scouts who went to spy on the enemy had already returned to report that the enemy was on their way. All the soldiers in the city were intensifying their training. Except for Yun Su who was in charge of cooking, the rest of the shadow guards were helping to build fortifications.

For a moment, he ignored Censor Song, who had little presence to begin with.

Now, hearing that Censor Song was missing, Li Qingqing felt uneasy. She pondered for a moment and said:

"Let's go look for it."

So she, Xie Xuan'an, Bai Ye, Yun Su, and two shadow guards began to look for Censor Song.

The setting sun gradually sinks to the west, and the clouds on the horizon are dyed with a layer of golden light.

After walking for a long time, Li Qingqing finally saw a familiar figure on a desolate hillside.

Censor Song was still sitting in front of the grave, his back looking particularly lonely and desolate.

Li Qingqing walked over quickly and asked, "Master Censor, why are you here?"

After not seeing him for a few days, Censor Song's hair had turned increasingly gray.

Li Qingqing felt puzzled. She had only just met the son of an old friend, but she was so worried that she had so many new white hairs.

You are old now, what is there that you can't let go of?

Censor Song looked up when he heard the voice. Because he had been crying, his lower eyelids were a little swollen and slightly raised, which made him look even older.

He saw Li Qingqing and forced a smile, "Why are you here?"

Li Qingqing glanced at the pile of dirt beside him and asked doubtfully,

"I heard you weren't home all day, so I came out to look for you. Your Excellency, are you... visiting an old friend?"

Song Yushi nodded slowly, his eyes returning to the pile of earth in front of him, his voice a little hoarse.

"Yes, a very important old friend."

"Let's go back." Li Qingqing said as she prepared to help him up.

Censor Song seemed to be frozen in place, motionless, just staring blankly at the pile of earth in front of him, his eyes full of memories and guilt.

"Your Excellency the Censor, now that the war is approaching, it is better not to go out. Let's go back first." Li Qingqing advised again.

Song Yushi slowly came back to his senses. He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be explaining to Li Qingqing:

"That letter was written by me myself... but I thought it was just a conversation with a friend. Somehow, that traitor took it out of context and used it as an excuse to harm the general..."

Song Yushi spoke incoherently. He looked at the pile of earth in front of him, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow.

"This is the cenotaph I built for the great general with my own hands... I live in this world, but my heart is tormented day and night.

The general dedicated his life to Dayuan, but because of a careless letter from me, he suffered this misfortune. I cannot face the general, and even less can I face the people of Dayuan..."

Li Qingqing listened quietly. She didn't know how to comfort her. After thinking for a while, she said:

"It's been so long, don't blame yourself too much. The general was murdered by a traitor, and he certainly won't blame you, so don't overthink it."

"Besides, there is a possibility that the general will be resurrected!" Li Qingqing added in her heart.

Li Qingqing glanced at the silent Censor Song, a trace of sympathy flashing in her eyes, and she continued to comfort him:

"Even if you've made irreparable mistakes, you can at least do something about it in the future! Don't overthink it. Look, it's getting dark. Let's go back!"

Upon hearing this, Censor Song stared blankly at the sky for a long time, then slowly stood up and said to Li Qingqing:

"Let's go back."

Li Qingqing nodded, and the two returned to their residence together.

Li Qingqing had just sent Censor Song back when Li Feng hurried over after hearing the news.

Hearing that Censor Song was found on that hillside, Li Feng couldn't help but sigh:

"It turns out that the place that Censor Song must visit every year is actually the general's cenotaph!"

After that, he said:

"I know very little about the general. I only know that Censor Song, for some reason, petitioned the court to reside in a border city for life. It turns out he has some connection to the general."

At this moment, a scout came over.

"Report—the enemy is approaching the border city, less than fifty miles away!"