She wondered if she was still dealing with the stacked folds and if he was tired.

After circling around his palace, he finally stopped getting closer, waving his wings and heading out of the city.

She saw her home, and she couldn't wait to fall down, but because she fell too fast, she fell heavily to the ground, which was very painful.

Opening her eyes, she saw dazzling light. She stretched out her hand and said, "Dad!"

A pair of warm palms held her hand that was hanging in the air.

She was so happy: "Dad, I'm back."

The hands held her tighter, and in a daze, she heard Nanny Wu sobbing and a low roar, but she couldn't make out the content of the roar.

returned home?

I can't do it.

Die, have you gone home?

"The Queen said that as long as you take this medicine, at least your body can be transported home and you can be reunited with your family."

"You spend so much time seducing me, just for this?"

"Wherever I appear from now on, you will not be allowed to come near me."

"You are just a useless concubine who has been relegated to the cold palace. You still think that you are still the superior Concubine Li. Eat, you have to eat. If you don't eat, you deserve to starve to death."

"My little girl, are you still angry with me?"

"Zixia, once you enter the palace, you can't lose your temper anymore. You have to be nice."

"Dad, all I want is for you to be safe, happy, and safe."

"Zixia is my parents' darling."

Everything is turning upside down and dissipating, just like the wind, it has been here before, but it seems that it has never been here...

*

Many years later, a piano player came to this small town in the south of the Yangtze River. People who heard her play said that her music was full of sadness, and listening to it always made people's eyes red.

No one has seen what she looks like, they only know that she is a very thin woman.

No one knew where she came from. Like a dandelion seed, she came quietly and took root in this small town.

She settled down in Wangyou Tower. Every spring when it started to rain, she would stand upstairs and play the harp. The sound of the harp attracted countless people.

Everyone was curious about what kind of woman she was. There was such a sad color in the tune, but no one thought about blaspheming her. She was very close at hand, on the second floor, separated by a curtain. People with good martial arts could easily get up there.

She could lift the curtain, but everyone had a tacit understanding not to disturb her.

In the spring of this year, a man came to the small town. Some people said that he was full of nobility, either rich or noble. She sat behind the curtain on the second floor, and he sat among the crowd on the first floor.

She flicked it, and he was slightly startled.

He raised his eyes and saw the petite figure through the curtain.

His eyes were red, but it was not because he was moved by the music, but because he knew that that person was her.
Chapter completed!