He walked away, his soul lost, his back a portrait of disappointment and loneliness.
It was enough to make the woman who had watched him grow up feel waves of heartache. No wonder the Qingyue Dynasty’s inner court had always been empty. The enlightened monarch of an era had lived in gloom, and on his deathbed, he had not a single heir to offer him filial piety—only Grand Preceptor Zhouwan, her face unchanged by time, watching him coldly.
She asked him why he was so persistent, why he had remained loyal to the Qingyue Dynasty his entire life only to meet such a miserable end.
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