I have traveled thousands of miles across the rivers and lakes, but I haven't seen a trace of Tai Cang's soul.
This is a journey home, but also a long road in life.
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"From the moment we stepped into the palace gate, we never thought about leaving alive. Tonight, even if the emperor is incompetent, we will resolutely accompany Taicang to exit. And Xiangshan - you are different, you do not belong here. Leave, the outside is your world."
It was the first day of June in the thirteenth year of Yinghe.
The dynasty fell.
In the midst of decline, Chen Xiangshan used their hope as a torch to light up the way forward behind them.
Before fleeing, she packed her luggage with the last imperial edict of the Taicang Dynasty and the last family letters written by seven concubines.
The road back is long, and Chen Xiangshan always remains silent after opening their letters. Their tortuous past is filled with their own sufferings. The motherland is gone and the dust and smoke are scattered. Chen Xiangshan cannot look back, so he can only move forward.
But when she experienced the cause and effect of the world on this journey of fulfilling his destiny, and saw all the chaos in the world, she realized that everything that had happened to her was actually a trap he had set up long ago...
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[The "psychic" painter who is said to be a god] and [The dissolute leader of the world]
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Warm reminder:
He, the fictional content is purely fictitious, double c, broken mirror and reunion.
Civilized reading, rational discussion, thank you for watching, and I wish you all a happy reading.
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Intention: When fate comes together, we will never leave each other.
Reader comments
"First do it on the chair in the office" is a big bug for the author~
33.33
Catching insects is about thinking in a trance, not thinking about one's background. Great writing.
"First do it on the chair in the office" is a big bug for the author~ 33.33
Catching insects is about thinking in a trance, not thinking about one's background. Great writing.