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Huima slowly raised the Tusu Wine in his hand, the drink shimmering faintly under the dim light.
He stared at the wine cup, his slightly trembling fingers gently stroking the rim, then tilted his head back and downed the full cup in one go.
After finishing, he slightly lifted his head, a low sound emanating from his throat as if he were struggling to swallow the spicy liquid along with the complex emotions within him.
Then, he laughed heartily towards the sky, the sound echoing through the vast mountains, as if carrying endless sentiments and relief.
Finally, he stopped laughing and slowly said, "I have figured out the ending of 'Weeping Dragon's Grievance.' Now I will tell you, let this be a conclusion for us."
After enduring countless hardships, the monk successfully established the Blue-Robed Kingdom. Within that resplendent palace, Buddha's majestic and mysterious figure reappeared before Weeping Dragon.
Buddha's voice seemed to come from a distant horizon as he said slowly, "Do you still wish to be his wife? If so, you must cultivate yourself."
A calmness revealed in Weeping Dragon's eyes spoke of her experiences through trials and tribulations. Having witnessed countless separations and deaths on the battlefield, her mindset had undergone a tremendous transformation.
She gently shook her head and replied in an incredibly calm tone, "I would like to, but it is no longer necessary."
A hint of curiosity flashed in Buddha's deep gaze as he asked, "Why?"
Weeping Dragon slightly raised her head, looking into the distance as if recalling those unforgettable experiences. She spoke slowly, "I have gained much understanding in those moments of life and death. Love does not have to exist in a specific form. I might be able to wait ten thousand years, but loving him does not mean I must be his wife. I just hope he can be well; that is enough for me."
Buddha nodded slightly, a look of comfort appearing on his face as he said, "It is truly wonderful that you can think this way."
Weeping Dragon furrowed her brow slightly and asked with confusion, "Why do you say that?"
Buddha smiled gently and waved his hands lightly. A soft glow flickered as he said, "There is a man who no longer needs to wait ten thousand years; for the sake of holding your hand, he has already cultivated for two thousand years."
Weeping Dragon widened her eyes, her face filled with disbelief as she eagerly asked, "Who is he?"
Buddha gently pointed to the sheath that had always accompanied Weeping Dragon, saying, "He is the sheath that has guarded you day and night!"
From that moment on, the "Weeping Dragon's Grievance" seemed to be protected by a mysterious power, and no one could draw it from its sheath again, not even Blue-Robed Monk.
The story finally came to an end, and Huima's gaze closely followed Wen Qing'er's figure as she slowly walked away step by step.
His eyes were filled with complex emotions—reluctance, helplessness, and deep affection.
He stood there quietly, motionless, like a statue. As Wen Qing'er's figure grew more distant, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, initially thinking it was the heartache of parting from Wen Qing'er.
When he dragged his heavy steps back to Tenshukaku, his complexion grew increasingly pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
His steps became more unsteady, and finally, when he reached the entrance of Tenshukaku, he could no longer hold on. His body swayed slightly before he spat out a mouthful of black blood and collapsed weakly at the door.
Chuan was just an ordinary woman consumed by jealousy; her originally delicate face twisted with envy at that moment.
She watched Huima immerse himself in Wen Qing'er's gentle embrace, and the resentment in her heart grew wildly like weeds.
In that dark corner, she gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with malicious light.
She secretly poisoned the Tusu Wine, thinking to herself that since she could not have Huima, she would personally destroy both of them.
She looked at the poisoned cup of wine, a cruel smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.
Not everyone can willingly wait a thousand years for the one they love.
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Twenty years later, Gongsun Huima and Wen Qing'er’s son, Gongsun Yuanque, after countless efforts and struggles, finally unified the Three Kingdoms of Green Willow, Qingluan, and Blue-Robed.
In that solemn palace, Gongsun Yuanque, dressed in a magnificent dragon robe, sat high on the throne.
His eyes revealed a wisdom and determination; under the worship of all the civil and military officials, he decided to change the country's name to Weeping Dragon.
That year, Wen Qing'er spent her final moments in her hometown, Qingluan City.
On a cold winter day, heavy snow fell from the sky, fluttering like goose feathers in the air.
Wen Qing'er lay quietly in bed, a serene smile on her face.
She gazed out at the falling snow, as if she could see the years she had lived through, the people she had known, and the stories she had experienced.
She gently closed her eyes and left this world forever.
That night, the snow fell endlessly, as if mourning her departure.
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