The golden silhouette heard these words and smirked, whether in sarcasm or in mockery.
He gently caressed the woman's cheek, the golden silhouette slowly closed his eyes, memories of the past surfaced in his mind, images of the mountains brushed by, the expression on his face turned gentle and reminiscent.
As time passed, when the two were reunited, the original feelings had subtly changed, he himself could also feel it.
The memories of these past twenty years made his brow unceasingly furrow.
Finally, the golden silhouette reopened his eyes, his expression was complex, a mix of anger, reluctance, and a few traces of relief.
His beloved was the woman named Jingshu in the mountains.
And not Sima Jingshu.
"Jingshu loves peace and quiet, let this matter end here..."
The pallbearer showed an expression of disbelief.
"Master, the fifth madam died so unjustly, is this really the end? Are we not to avenge the fifth madam? This matter surely has something to do with that Su Mu!"
