Time flew by, and the years passed in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed in the Da Jing Empire. Pei Yuhang had been kept by the Empress in the depths of the palace, never once seeing Lin Qianyan again.
Compared to the past, Pei Yuhang's life hadn't changed much. He still spent his days painting, writing poetry, and watering flowers.
The only difference was that no one came looking for him to drink at night anymore.
And he would no longer gently give massages, wash feet, or offer his lap as a pillow to anyone but her.
On this day, the Empress came to see him again.
But she didn't lay a hand on him. Instead, she left him with a single sentence.
"General Lin has passed away from illness."
"..."
Pei Yuhang froze. His eyes, which had grown placid after countless hardships, now dilated and contracted, unable to hide the torrent of emotion surging within.
"...When did it happen?"
