Jian Yao has not forgotten that the longing for him for so many years has long been turned into a thorn in his heart. Even the slightest movement of his body will hurt his heart.

"I haven't forgotten, how could I forget? Why do you know, Nian'er?"

Zuo Nian'er calmed down and recounted the story of leaving the palace when she was ten years old. Jian Yao knew that she secretly ran back to Nanyang that year, but he didn't expect that there was such a layer in the middle.

"I promised Aunt Hong not to tell, and now I've broken the promise, but I don't regret it. I don't want you and your father to die. You two obviously love each other so much, why didn't you tell him about Liyou?"

Jian Yao had tears in her eyes. Some things had been put off for many years but she didn't know how to say them. How should she tell him now?

"When I was pregnant with Li You, I was still the concubine of King Beili. At that time, your father was falsely accused of rebellion. I couldn't tell you. When I wanted to tell him later, he was no longer willing to listen to me!"

Jian Yao recalled the rain that year. Feng Xie stood on the top of the high city and watched him leave. His ice-blue eyes had no warmth in the wind and rain. At that moment, he had just crawled out of the corpse of the ghost army and brought him with him.

With endless hatred, I can't listen to anything!

"I was protected by Naga in Tiandu and saved my life. However, he led his army to attack the city and massacred the people. In the end, even Naga, who was in the Zen position, was not spared. You must know that he was just a weak child and he had done no harm in his life.

I have never had anyone else, but I am just unfortunate enough to sit in this position. I begged him so much at that time, but he..."

Jian Yao choked up and couldn't talk anymore. The past scenes cut her heart like a knife. Zuo Nian'er was silent. She suddenly understood why Jian Yao had never opened her heart to Feng Xie. The two people were in love with each other.

They were abusing each other from the beginning to the end and never thought about each other. That's why the situation is like this today.

"He forced me to marry him at the cost of Na Xin's life. I did, but I always felt that there was something missing between us. To love each other is not enough to be together, or to just rub our shoulders together and forget everything..."

"What about now? We're not together anymore? Isn't it great?" Zuo Nian'er murmured. She didn't know what to say. Should she let go or forget?

"That's because I know that I don't have much time left, and I don't want to struggle anymore, but... Na Xin tried his best to save me, what did he do to save me? I don't love him, I stand with Feng Xie

I can only watch those Donglin troops die tragically one by one. Most of those Donglin troops are common people on the banks of the Wujiang River, people from my hometown..."

Jian Yao's big tears rolled down. Zuo Nian'er wiped them with her hand, but she blocked them away.

Jian Yao cried for a while and took Zuo Nian'er's hand and asked, "What does Liyou look like?"

Zuo Nian'er smiled slightly: "He's just a little kid, lively and active, and greedy!"

Jian Yao burst into tears and laughed. Zuo Nian'er took advantage of the situation and said, "Is there no other way? You, my father, still have Li You? Is the only way to end it with death?"

Jian Yao looked sideways at the window, the sun was setting in the west, and the day passed like this. The day of worshiping the heaven was getting closer and closer. Why didn't she resent such an ending? But - what could she do? She was not a god, she saved

Neither the country nor Feng Xie's mind could be changed. All she could do was wait for that day to come.

Late at night, a fast horse quietly galloped out of the city. Zuo Nian'er crawled on the horse's back, breaking through the thick night dew and heading towards Nanyang. She wanted to find someone - the Dragon God! If people can't save them, let gods come to save them.
Chapter completed!