Many, many years later, He Tian traveled to the war-torn border town. The world was now stable, the Haiyan River was clear, and pilgrims from Zhongling Temple were walking together in groups. He Tian retired and went alone.
The hundred-year-old peach tree was once again covered with red cloth strips for blessing. When He Tian raised his head, he felt that it looked more like a big tree full of red fruits. Auspicious words such as "Peace every year" and "Have a son soon" floated in front of his eyes. The handwriting faded and became unclear. A gust of wind blew by, and peach blossoms fell. On his black clothes with gold patterns, his tall figure added a touch of affection, which attracted the girls who came to seek marriage to hide their faces and smile, looking back frequently.
However, he noticed the red cloth strip falling in front of him. The strip was half a foot long and nearly twice as wide as the others. He picked up the cloth, and it was clear that there was only one sentence, but he read it carefully word by word. His fingers gradually tightened until the fingertips were dyed bright red, and then he slowly loosened them. With a faint scent, the cloth slowly fell. The handwriting on it was regular and thick, as if he could see the piety of the visitor when he made a prayer. It was his handwriting:
I hope the general can stay with the person he likes forever.
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Intention: How can a dead child become a king?