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"What?"

Sang Guyun was momentarily stunned. The moment she saw the tombstone clearly, the grip on the oil-paper umbrella suddenly loosened.

His pupils widened as he stared at the tombstone, his face twitching. He felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, making it hard to breathe.

He staggered and stumbled toward the tombstone.

Seeing this, a guard behind him quickly stepped forward to hold an umbrella for him.

Sang Huan reached out to stop her, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"Don't disturb him, let him have some peace and quiet."

Sang Guyun has deep feelings for Ning Yue, otherwise he wouldn't have refused to get married until now.

It's impossible for feelings that have been suppressed for so many years to just disappear. It's best to let him talk to himself about it.

Upon hearing this, the guard glanced at Yan Xi, who frowned slightly.

"What use are you if you don't even listen to your own young lady?"

Upon hearing this, the guard's eyelids twitched, and he immediately knelt down on one knee.

"I know I was wrong, please forgive me, Miss."

"Why make things difficult for him? My father and I have only recently reunited, it's normal that he doesn't know."

Seeing the other person's terrified expression, Sang Huan glanced helplessly at Yan Xi, woke the person up, and then slowly walked away with Yan Xi.

The guard, who had narrowly escaped death, stood up and watched the two figures leave. He couldn't help but wipe away his cold sweat.

Prince Jing'an was known in the capital as a cold-faced tyrant, because of his extremely ruthless methods of interrogating prisoners. Even the officials in the Ministry of Justice would seek his help when they encountered difficult problems.

As one of the guards responsible for the Grand Tutor's safety, he had inadvertently witnessed the way the Grand Tutor interrogated prisoners. The bloody scene was enough to make even a guard who had dealt with many assassins shudder.

Now, facing this man directly, even just a casual glance from him sent a chill down his spine.

What he didn't expect was that this young master, who was the object of affection for countless noble ladies in the capital, was actually engaged to the daughter of his family's Grand Tutor.

What a coincidence...

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Sang Huan and Yan Xi waited in the small pavilion outside the forest for almost an hour before they saw Sang Guyun being helped out by her side.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked visibly more haggard and tired than before, clearly having been greatly affected by this incident.

Upon seeing this, Sang Huan quickly went to greet her.

"Dad, are you alright?"

The daughter's worried voice finally dispelled some of the deep, unyielding sorrow in Sang Guyun's eyes.

He looked up and saw the worry in Sang Huan's eyes, forcing a smile.

"Oh, I'm fine."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, Sang Huan didn't pursue the topic any further.

"Father, it's getting late. Jingyan has already booked a room for you at the inn. You must be tired from traveling these past few days. Why don't you go back and wash up and rest? We can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

Jingyan is Yanxi boy, and upon hearing this, Sang Guyun did not refuse her daughter's kindness.

Although he was heartbroken by his wife's passing, he knew that his daughter now only had him as her family. If something happened to him, he would be leaving his daughter, whom he had finally found, alone in the world.

Even if he were to die, he would probably have no face to see his deceased wife.

"it is good."

The group then returned to the inn in a grand procession.

Because Sang Guyun was there, Yan Xi was worried about leaving a bad impression on her father-in-law, so she didn't have any overly intimate actions with Sang Huan.

After escorting the person back to their room and telling them to rest early, he turned and left.

After washing up and sitting back on the bed, Sang Huan dismissed Tao Hong and the other maids under the pretext of resting.

She sat on the bed, her silky black hair cascading down her back, her snow-white, soft nightgown outlining her beautiful and outstanding figure.

As darkness slowly engulfed the earth, the drizzle gradually intensified, and the willow branches swaying in the wind outside the window were battered by the downpour.

Sang Huan looked out the window at the scenery, and the loving and sorrowful face of Sang Guyun during the day kept changing in her mind.

She braced herself against the edge of the bed with both hands, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke.

"System, are you there?"

[Yes, host.]

"Let's make a deal..."

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Sang Guyun thought that after what happened during the day, he would not sleep well that night.

After all, ever since he received the news of his wife's fall from the cliff, he has dreamt of her gentle face in the dead of night. Self-blame is like a rusty, dull knife, slowly torturing his heart, making him feel extremely guilty and sad.

When he finally received the news of his wife's death, he felt extremely disoriented.

He pretended to be calm in front of his daughter, but after tidying everything up and sitting on the bed, Sang Guyun picked up the treasured portrait again and traced the woman in it with lingering affection.

Without realizing it, he had fallen asleep.

In his dream, a thick fog enveloped him, and he subconsciously walked forward through the dense fog.

In the lush, dense forest, a basket had appeared on his back without him noticing, as he looked around in bewilderment.

A clear, melodious female voice rang out, "Scholar, watch out for snakes!"

Sang Guyun was startled and subconsciously looked up, only to see a small, emerald-green snake staring at him with its dark eyes.

Sang Guyun was so frightened that her scalp tingled, and she stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

The woman's mocking laughter rang out, "You idiot, hahaha, I told you so, why are you still so startled!"

Sang Guyun was somewhat annoyed and was about to retort with dissatisfaction, but when he saw the person's face clearly, he was stunned.

"Ah Yue, it's you?"

……

Sang Guyun had a very long dream in which he dreamed that he had returned to his youth.

This time, he did not go to the capital to take the imperial examination, but chose to stay and live out his life peacefully and happily with his wife.

His wife did not repeat the mistake and fall off the cliff. They had a beautiful and lovely daughter who was very obedient and sensible.

Just like in real life, Prince Jing'an went to the countryside to find his childhood fiancée when his daughter came of age.

However, unlike the other couple, the prince and his daughter looked at each other for a long time but did not choose to get married. Instead, they became sworn siblings.

The daughter found another scholar to be her husband. The scholar treated her very well and was the son-in-law carefully chosen by Sang Guyun and his wife.

In the dream, although Sang Guyun did not go to the capital to take the imperial examination, when the Marquis of Jing'an and his wife visited Ning Yue, their benefactor, they immediately recognized his extraordinary qualities and recommended him to the emperor.

The emperor thought this person was good, so he made an exception and held an examination for him. After the examination, he appointed him as the Junior Tutor to the Crown Prince.

After many twists and turns, Sang Guyun returned to the capital, but this time he was different; he came back with his wife and children.

After ascending to the throne, Sang Guyun did not forget the members of the Sang family who had previously harmed his family. After explaining the situation to the emperor, he...

He then personally led a search party to investigate the Sang family. After executing Sang Chengfeng and Li, the rest of the family members were all exiled to Lingnan.

Only then did Sang Guyun release the hatred in his heart, and he returned to the capital to live a happy life with his wife and children.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, he was old and frail.

This time, he passed away before his wife.

On his deathbed, he held his wife's hand, tears glistening in his tired, weathered old eyes.

Looking at his wife's face, his voice was filled with emotion.

"Moon, this time, we will finally spend our lives together."

"Um."

His wife looked at him with a gentle smile, but the words she said stunned Sang Guyun.

"Gu Yun, now that you have no more ties, you should go back."

"What?"

"I know you didn't leave me on purpose, so don't be sad and blame yourself. I don't blame you. Live the rest of your life well, and don't be sad for me anymore. Huanhuan is still waiting for you. Take good care of our daughter, Ayun..."

Before Sang Guyun could react, she felt dizzy and woke up in a fright from her bed.

He was covered in cold sweat. Looking at the familiar surroundings, he was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha..."

The guards outside the door were startled by what they heard and quickly opened the door to ask what had happened.

Sang Guyun waved her hand, "It's alright, help me change!"

His wife must have put in a lot of effort to create that dream for him, probably to help him resolve his inner conflict.

He can't continue to be so depressed.

Once the matter in Jiangnan is resolved, he still needs to prepare for his daughter's wedding!

Although Jingyan is a good person, it's another matter whether he can be a good husband. He needs to carefully vet him for his daughter's sake!