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I was just mocking, but Fu Huaixu suddenly stood up.
It was as if he had suddenly remembered something, rushing outside without a care.
Soon, I understood what he intended to do.
Indeed, terms like "system" and "transmigration" were still too advanced for the people of this era.
Many were brought to my bedside, listening to Fu Huaixu repeatedly explain the situation, yet they couldn't comprehend what had happened to me.
However, for them, being resurrected made it much easier to understand.
Moreover, in Fu Huaixu's eyes, even if he couldn't bring National Master back to life, it would be good enough to summon his soul for a conversation.
National Master must have a way.
Thus, the palace became filled with fluttering banners and swirling smoke once again.
Especially in my palace.
The incense made me feel nauseous.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Fu Huaixu kneeling devoutly in the hall, bowing his head repeatedly.
"Don't waste your effort," I mocked.
My voice was already hoarse, as if it had rolled over sandpaper a hundred times or a thousand times.
I could barely hear myself.
But it seemed Fu Huaixu heard me.
I saw his back stiffen suddenly.
Then he continued to bow down again.
However—
Ironically, on the very night he made the biggest fuss, I completely floated out of this body—oh no, this corpse.
I could distinctly feel the bond connecting my soul and body disappear.
I eagerly called out to the management bureau, again and again.
In the void, a surprised voice suddenly rang out:
"My God, 1101? You're still alive? Do you know how long you've been offline?"
"Hurry, hurry! Connect me to headquarters; I want to leave here!"
"Okay, okay, don't panic."
How could I not be anxious?
Freedom was within my grasp.
I was joyfully yet anxiously waiting for headquarters to come pick me up.
Suddenly, a trembling and incredulous voice sounded behind me.
"A Ling?"
I turned around and saw Fu Huaixu standing not far away like a wandering spirit.
What bad luck.
I urged myself to leave even more urgently.
Fu Huaixu quickly lunged towards me. Unfortunately, his hand passed straight through my body.
"Is this really your true self?" he asked me, tears streaming down his face.
I ignored him.
Fu Huaixu's tears fell even more heavily.
"Are you going to abandon me too, A Ling? In this vast world, you are my only family. Can you not be so cruel..."
"I was never your family." I lowered my gaze and looked at him coldly. "You are just a detestable kidnapper who forcibly bound me here, took away my freedom, and insulted my dignity."
Fu Huaixu's face turned as pale as paper:
"It's not like that. I would willingly lay my heart bare to prove to you that I truly love you."
"I just... I just became obsessed with something I couldn't have in my youth, which led me to do those things that hurt you. I was really deceived by her, A Ling..."
"Then you're not just a kidnapper; you're a foolish kidnapper."
Fu Huaixu was completely at a loss for words.
He didn't even dare to reach out to me again, merely murmuring my name.
At that moment, the exit passage from headquarters was finally ready.
A soft white light enveloped me.
I watched in delight as my form grew fainter and fainter.
Finally, this day has come!
Fu Huaixu rushed over to grab me again, but he couldn't grasp anything.
He passed through the halo time and again, but his fingertips left nothing behind.
He collapsed to the ground in despair, his voice trembling almost beyond recognition:
"Are you going to abandon me? Will I ever see you again, A Ling..."
"No, we never need to meet again."
I want to be my happy little system again.
Traveling through one strange and novel world after another.
Once I finish working, I'll find my favorite world to retire in.
I never want to see Fu Huaixu again, ever.
(End of main text)
Epilogue
The first year after Wen Ling "died."
Fu Huaixu wrote the imperial decree on that blank edict, officially naming her as Empress. He touched the scroll and suddenly recalled the moment when he personally handed this decree to Wen Ling. At that time, he said that no matter what Wen Ling requested, he would agree. He felt both hopeful and anxious. He knew that Wen Ling understood his feelings—he wished for Wen Ling to say it herself, that she wanted to be his Empress and spend the rest of her life with him. But Wen Ling only smiled and said, "I hope you become a good Emperor." He was somewhat annoyed: "Of course I will be a good Emperor; that wish doesn't count! Think it over before you speak!" However, later on, Wen Ling never brought it up again, and he gradually forgot.
The year after Wen Ling "died," Xue Hanying attempted to escape from the Cold Palace. While climbing over the wall, she was shot down by a guard's arrow. The guard trembled as he knelt before Fu Huaixu: "Your Majesty, I truly did not see that she was..." The guard was at a loss for words. How should he address her? The Emperor had never given her a title...
But Fu Huaixu merely glanced dismissively: "She has a strong fate; she won't die." Indeed, Xue Hanying got back up from the ground. After a year in the Cold Palace, she had eaten spoiled food and lived among rats and cockroaches, becoming so emaciated that she was hardly recognizable, her body emanating a foul odor. The scars on her face had repeatedly become inflamed, with flesh protruding, making her look particularly terrifying.
"Your Majesty, please let me go; I know I was wrong..." She repeatedly bowed her head, her forehead bleeding profusely. But Fu Huaixu simply walked away in silence. "No, I will make you stay in the Cold Palace until you die."
Three years after Wen Ling "died," Fu Huaixu suddenly coughed up blood during court. A group of people hurriedly carried him back to his chamber.
The head of the Imperial Medical Bureau knelt before him, heartbroken, and said, "Your Majesty, you cannot consume those things any longer." Those chaotic pills and those colorful talismans... "They are all poison."
Fu Huaixu remained silent. After the head of the bureau left, he softly murmured to himself, "But if I don't do this, how will I ever see A Ling again? I still owe her an apology..."
Everyone knew that the Emperor was no longer quite sane. Ever since the death of the Concubine, he had become increasingly frantic in his quest for immortality and elixirs. The palace was filled with a foul atmosphere, and the national treasury was gradually emptying. The surrounding small nations were restless, and the borders were becoming increasingly unstable.
Fu Huaixu also knew that he would not be Emperor for much longer. He did not know whether he would die first from the toxins of the pills or by the sword of a rebel. He sought out more strange practitioners as if to escape. Yet amidst the swirling smoke, he would occasionally wonder—how would future generations evaluate him?
"Pitifully asking spirits instead of caring for the living at midnight." In the end, he had let Wen Ling down. He had never been a good Emperor. (The End)
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