"People send their love to the bright moon, and when the moon is tired, it falls on the branches. Ayan, you are the home of my lovesickness and my perching branch." Xiao Yuan's letter was straightforward and passionate. When he wrote it, he thought about how happy she would be when she received this letter, but he also thought about it, she must have read it with a blank expression and scolded him for his nonsense. He folded the letter and put it in the sachet. Forget it, he might as well give it to her in person later. In this world full of jackals, tigers and leopards, he just wanted her to live. Later, when Bian Yan saw the burned-out Xiao Yuan, everyone was waiting for her to lose control. She only glanced at her and stared straight at the emperor before saying, "Yunchi was killed by thieves and the country lost this pillar. It is a pity... It is heartbreaking for my daughter to lose such a good husband, but people have life and death, and countries rise and fall. This is normal, isn't it?" Her voice was as calm as ever, and no one noticed the red fists in her sleeves.
Purpose: I just want to avenge my mother. You are a loyal minister walking under the sun. Hatred, desire, love and interests are blended together.