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Following him into the corridor outside, Jin Wuyou finally got a clear look at his face.

When the rage subsided, all that remained of the person before me was dejected and weathered.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Old Master Meng asked, turning to look at her as he casually sat down on the steps of the corridor.

"I don't know what I should talk to you about, but my uncle asked me to." Jin Wuyou casually found a place to sit down and spoke nonchalantly.

"I heard you don't want to live anymore. Can you tell me why? If this touches on a secret you can't tell anyone, or accidentally touches on a scar, you can pretend I didn't ask."

"Heh, I've had enough of living, life is meaningless, is that a reason?" Looking at Jin Wuyou's small body, which was more composed and quiet than those of them who had lived for hundreds of years, Boss Meng found it amusing.

"Of course it counts. You've just not found any other joy in life. Everyone exists for a reason. As long as you haven't died for any reason, it means your reason for existing is still there. If the old reason is gone, you can find another one, like avenging your deceased loved ones." Jin Wuyou's mind raced. She wasn't good at talking and was trying to figure out how to comfort people.

"I've killed so many insects I've lost count," Old Meng said, looking up, his voice full of exhaustion.

"You've killed enough insects, so why can't you let go? Why do you keep torturing yourself like this? In the end, what you hate isn't just the insects, but also yourself."

"Why hate yourself? You did nothing wrong. As a subject, you were loyal to the emperor and the country. As an official, you made many military achievements. As a family member, you did your best to meet their needs. The only regret is that you could not be by their side often and you were unable to protect them."

Jin Wuyou shared his thoughts, though he wasn't sure if they were correct.

But tears welled up in Old Meng's eyes, and he choked out, "In your eyes, I am not wrong, but I can never forgive myself. All these years I have not returned to the capital, not because I do not want to, but because I dare not. I am afraid that seeing familiar surroundings will remind me of familiar people. I dare not see them, even just the memories in my mind will cause me great pain. For someone like me, death would be a relief."

“I can’t understand your pain, but I understand your feelings. I can’t say that your family won’t blame you for saying this, but for me, death is indeed the end of that part of my life. If my body is used by insects to do harmful things after I die, I would rather be burned to ashes. But if my death is deliberately arranged by someone, that is absolutely unforgivable, no matter who the other party is.”

"I've said my piece. As for whether you should die or not, I think you should think it through carefully. Many people want to live but can't, but you want to die even though you're alive. If you are my friend, I sincerely hope that before you die, you can see all the beautiful landscapes, witness all aspects of human life, and experience all kinds of human existence. Finally, choose a lifestyle you like and live out your days in peace. Even if I am doomed, I still hope that my dear friend and family will be happy and healthy."

"Senior, I hope what I said today has been helpful to you. Goodbye."

After Jin Wuyou finished speaking, he stood up, bowed to him, and then turned and left.

As she walked out of that door, Lan Mingsheng was still waiting in the same spot, but Jin Wuyou felt that she might be going to disappoint him.

Lan Mingsheng had overheard their conversation through his personal computer.

“You’ve done very well. Now it’s up to him to decide what he wants. Come on, little Wuyou, don’t feel pressured. Your uncle will show you around my main hall.” Lan Mingsheng rubbed Jin Wuyou’s head and led her into the house.

"Chi Rui, go and show him the situation of the Empire in recent years and the letters that Meng Laoren wrote to him in previous years." When they reached the gate, Lan Mingsheng felt that he could still struggle, so he gave the order to Chi Rui.

"Uncle, didn't he read the letters that Meng Lao's family wrote to him? And how did they end up in your hands?"

"Of course not. The situation at the front is complex, and electronic letters may be intercepted or lost. Therefore, they are usually backed up by the military information bureau. Meng Lao's letters were all burned by him in a fire back then, so he must have seen them. But the environment is different, the mindset is different, and the feelings he has when reading those letters are different."

"Hopefully his family can bring him back."

"Let's go, let's not talk about him."

He said he was showing Jin Wuyou around the palace, but although his palace was large, it only had a few rooms: the main hall where he usually met with guests and discussed business, which was decorated in a grand and solemn style; several meeting rooms with different styles; a small living room for guests to wait in; a banquet hall; and his current office.

"Hey, Uncle, don't I remember your office was in the administration building where the Divine Tree used to be? Now that the Divine Tree's location has changed, are you going to move back?"

“Move, of course we’ll move. The house was built to be used. That place is much more convenient and more dignified, suitable for receiving envoys from other countries. We’ll use both places together.” Lan Mingsheng felt that his office was secondary; the most important thing was the offices of other officials.

The current offices are in the center of the palace. It would be bad if these people brought in any troublesome people. Moving them to the administrative building on the edge would make them less of a threat.

At that time, the palace will need to be guarded at a higher level, from the heart of the sacred tree to the central area.

Jin Wuyou nodded. There are 24 hours in a day, and Lan Mingsheng can work 20 hours, so two offices are reasonable.

Right now, he's back at his desk, processing official documents.

Jin Wuyou didn't leave. She asked her servant to bring her pencils and sketching paper, intending to explore her hobbies.

Learn all the hobbies you wanted to learn in your past life.

She was engrossed in the lesson, while Lan Mingsheng was absorbed in official documents. The office was so quiet that only the sounds of paper turning and pens scratching on paper could be heard.

"Your Majesty, Elder Meng requests an audience." Chi Rui came in to report while Jin Wuyou was still practicing his sketching.

Jin Wuyou and Lan Mingsheng looked up at the same time.

"Please!"

Lan Mingsheng walked out from his desk and went to the front to personally greet Elder Meng.

"What do you think, Elder Meng?" Lan Mingsheng asked impatiently as soon as he saw him.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have thought it through. Since Heaven gave me SS-level mental strength, it is not meant for me to become depressed and self-destructive. I will live well with the expectations of my family. I will take the bodyguard job." Old Meng's eyes were red, clearly from crying uncontrollably.

Lan Mingsheng held his hand, extremely excited.

"It's good that Uncle Meng has thought it through. There's no rush to take office. Why not rest and adjust for a few days first? I have several manors on the Imperial Capital Star. You can choose one that you like to live in."