"Burn the demon queen who is messing with the harem!"
This was the verdict Hu Lingyi heard from the rebel party before she died.
These indifferent nonsense she heard from seven years ago still didn't add a single word of new meaning.
A bunch of rubbish!
But as Hu Lingyi thought about it, she felt sad again. The only general she could use, and the only one she loved deeply, had died on the battlefield.
At the moment when he was swallowed up by the flames, Hu Lingyi's eyes, burnt by the smoke, saw He Qinglan coming on horseback in a trance, pulling the reins and stopping in front of her.
"Do you really want to join the palace and stand for election?"
The still young voice and the warm spring breeze blew on Hu Lingyi's face.
After looking around in disbelief, she suppressed her frantic heartbeat and shook her head.
"He Qinglan, let's get married."
*
When He Qinglan led the Western Army to attack the palace gate, the Queen Mother's palace had been burned to the ground.
She arrived a step too late, and her regrets were useless. Fortunately, she could still use the young emperor's blood to cleanse Hu Lingyi's path to reincarnation.
On the night of recollection, He Qinglan drank the red wine buried on the day Hu Lingyi was born, lying on her side in the coffin, her alcoholic fingers gently stroking the clothes next to her as usual.
"Before we go to war, you asked me when I could untie you without talking."
"Probably now, Ruohua."
*
He Qinglan thought that he would see Hu Lingyi after his death.
She actually saw him, but not underground, but back to the time when he was fifteen years old.
The grass grows, warblers fly, and willows brush the embankment.
He Qinglan looked at Hu Lingyi, who was smiling brightly in front of her and said he wanted to marry her, with a thought in his mind.
When she realized it again, she had already robbed the noble lady and eloped out of the city.
Purpose: Be the best version of yourself
