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He couldn't see her before, but her voice was etched into his very bones. He could even recognize Song Qingning just by her breath.

But then he saw her.

That day was the first time he saw her. After a moment of surprise and joy, he quickly calmed down and realized that the person in front of him was her, yet not her.

Afterwards, he pretended not to see or hear anything, and learned some information from her that confirmed his guess.

She said she should thank him in both her past and present lives.

She said she didn't know how he got her back, but it must have been him, and it should have been him.

Take her back!

Where should we take her back?

Countless questions arose in his mind.

These past few days, he skipped the morning court session and used that time to summon Yunli to discuss something. He asked Yunli to find many sorcerers, because he wanted to know what she meant by "sending her back".

Unfortunately, among so many sorcerers, none of them could give him an answer.

Just now, she said again that she didn't know how her child was, whether she had died again, and what about Xie Xuanjin... as well as her father, mother, and brother...

Those words made his heart tremble.

The Yongning Marquis's mansion, Song Qian, Madam Lu, and Song Shiyin were all dead before she died.

He killed all of her enemies—Liu Shi from the second wife's family, Song Qingyan, Song Mingtang, and Song Changsheng—for her.

But from what she just said, Song Qian, Madam Lu, and Song Shiyin all seem to be still alive.

And "him" too!

He was certain that the "Xie Xuanjin" she was referring to was not him.

Thinking back to how she had previously called him "Your Majesty" and referred to herself as "your concubine," another guess popped into his mind.

Unable to suppress the shock surging within him, Xie Xuanjin put down the military treatise in his hand and strode out as if fleeing.

"Xie Xuanjin..."

The sudden action startled Song Qingning.

Song Qingning looked up, but Xie Xuanjin was no longer there.

……

Inside the Phoenix Palace.

Xie Xuanjin was brewing tea under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, while Empress Dowager Meng was inside the house, looking at the person under the tree through the window, her brows furrowed.

Aunt Ling brought a plate of pastries to the emperor's side and then turned back.

"His Majesty has not attended the morning court for several days in a row, and the court officials have complained to the Empress Dowager," Aunt Ling said with concern.

Not long after the emperor ascended the throne, he married a deceased person's memorial tablet and made her his empress.

This incident shocked the court, drawing criticism from officials and leading to repeated suspensions of court sessions. Rumors even circulated that the emperor was a "tyrant."

This is very disadvantageous for the newly enthroned emperor.

"Your Majesty, should we go and persuade the Emperor? What about Song Qingning..."

Aunt Ling stopped there and didn't continue.

They only learned of the name "Song Qingning" when Xie Xuanjin established the empress and recorded her name in the Xie family's official records.

Almost everyone has forgotten this name.

Later, after checking, I remembered that she was originally the second daughter of the Yongning Marquis's family, who had once commanded a women's battalion and made many military achievements in Youcheng.

"This servant remembers that when Her Majesty learned of this woman who had made great contributions on the battlefield, she greatly admired her and praised her repeatedly. However, she never expected that after the Battle of Youcheng, she returned to the capital and made no further achievements. In the end, she lost her leg, married someone, and then there was no news of her."

In the Yongning Marquis's mansion, Song Qian and Lady Lu both died, and the heir Song Mingtang inherited the title.

After that, one by one, the people of the Yongning Marquis's mansion died at the hands of the new emperor, and Song Qingning probably died somewhere and when.

The new emperor installed a dead person's memorial tablet as his empress. When this news spread, people said that Song Qingning had become a ghost after her death and was haunting the new emperor.

Aunt Ling glanced worriedly at the people under the shade of the tree, then saw Empress Dowager Meng get up.

They thought the Empress was finally going to persuade the Emperor.

However, Empress Dowager Meng did not go there to persuade Xie Xuanjin.

Empress Dowager Meng walked to the shade of a tree.

Xie Xuanjin was brewing tea, spilling tea powder all over the table. He was clearly distracted and didn't even notice when Empress Dowager Meng sat down next to him.

It wasn't until Empress Dowager Meng took out a brocade box from her sleeve and placed it on the table that the matter was resolved.

The brocade box is small, but very exquisite.

It's clear that what's inside is something Empress Dowager Meng cherishes greatly.

"I've heard that you've met with quite a few sorcerers recently," Empress Dowager Meng said calmly, as if discussing the weather.

Xie Xuanjin frowned, thinking she was going to give him a lecture, but then he heard Empress Dowager Meng continue, "Those sorcerers are charlatans; even if they have some real skills, they probably can't solve this problem."

Xie Xuanjin looked surprised.

"That little novice monk from back then should be called Ling Guang. Go find him; it might be of some use." Empress Dowager Meng pushed the brocade box toward Xie Xuanjin.

It means that he should take the contents of the brocade box and go find a monk named Lingguang.

After Empress Dowager Meng finished speaking, she did not intend to stay any longer and got up to leave.

"Mother..." Xie Xuanjin suddenly called out to her.

He knew, of course, that his mother was aware of his "absurdity" during this period, and that he could not hide the reason for his absurdity from her. However, his mother had never asked about Song Qingning.

He made Song Qingning his empress, and his mother never objected.

"Don't you think I'm possessed? Everyone says I'm haunted by wandering ghosts."

Empress Dowager Meng turned around to meet his gaze. "Then is she?"

The "she" she was referring to was Song Qingning.

"Yes."

When the mother and son discussed this matter for the first time, Xie Xuanjin uttered a single word, "yes," his eyes trembling slightly, a hint of sadness in them.

But soon, he added urgently, "But it's not her who's clinging to me!"

"I want to keep her, but it seems I can't."

"But now, it seems I see another opportunity!"

"I'm not sure, but I still want to give it a try."

Xie Xuanjin took a deep breath.

A moment of silence filled the air, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze overhead.

Empress Dowager Meng returned to her room at some point. Before leaving, she said, "If you want to try, then try. How will you know if you can get what you want if you don't try? Your great-grandmother tried countless times and finally got what she wanted. Your mother hopes that you can also get what you want."

These words echoed in Xie Xuanjin's mind.

"My wish has been fulfilled..." Xie Xuanjin looked at the brocade box beside him.

After a while, he put down his teacup, a hint of expectation flickering in his eyes, took the brocade box, and strode away.

When Xie Xuanjin returned to Jinhua Palace, Song Qingning was standing in front of the altar, gazing intently at "herself" memorial tablet.

Hearing the noise, Song Qingning came back to her senses and saw Xie Xuanjin walking towards her. For a moment, Song Qingning had the illusion that he could see her.

While she was still stunned, Xie Xuanjin was already standing where she had been.

The two bodies overlapped.

He can't see her!

Song Qingning breathed a sigh of relief and slowly took a step back, separating the two of them.

These days, he often passed through her body or stopped where she was, which Song Qingning took as a coincidence.

But there are just too many coincidences like this.

Song Qingning looked at the people in front of the altar, lit incense, and paid homage to the spirit tablet.

"Song Qingning..."

The man suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

Song Qingning responded almost instinctively.

Then, I heard him ask:

"Tell me, do you think I will truly get what I desire?"