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In July, the heat was intense. The high castle served as the gathering place for the multinational campaign against the Jin Kingdom.
A gentle breeze swept through, and suddenly, as if stepping on clouds, two figures appeared—one in red and the other in white. They were enveloped in a pure, ethereal mist, making them seem otherworldly. Their beauty was both strange and seductive.
The man in red wore a peculiar, enchanting smile. His eyes sparkled like glass, reflecting a thousand thoughts and myriad charms. Beside him stood a girl with a calm expression, her demeanor indifferent, exuding an air of transcendence and uniqueness.
The crowd gazed longingly, captivated by the return of the beauty who stood gracefully in the wind, her white dress flowing lightly, her smile serene, a vision that could topple kingdoms as she sang to the heavens.
It was as if a peacock's screen covered them, adorned with kingfisher feathers; fish scales painted in vibrant colors, and phoenix wings soaring above.
She seemed ready to ascend to the heavens, not of this world, holding a comet in her hand, her long hair flowing like black silk.
With her sword held high, she embraced youth itself.
The onlookers wore complex and strange expressions as they scrutinized this unfamiliar girl, speculating about her identity and pondering the significance of Yuwen Ruojian bringing her to this grand assembly as the true master of Later Qin. For a moment, silence enveloped the gathering.
A man who had intended to take his seat on the left side of the main position halted abruptly upon seeing them approach. He stood still, gazing at this figure who seemed to drift lazily from the horizon.
He was still that unparalleled youth from years past—An Jin, unmatched and peerless.
Even transformed into her presence, he remained unattainable.
Why did such a woman exist in this world?
Just one glance was enough to ensnare him.
Like a poppy, she was a poison of a woman.
Sima Rui watched her from afar, his expression filled with sorrow yet devoid of regret.
He had found her again. When he saw her once more, though his face betrayed no emotion and he said nothing—showing not even a hint of excitement—inside he was overwhelmed with joy and pain. Tears welled up in his eyes.
He had thought he would never see her again in this lifetime. Yet she had not died; she was still alive.
His Little Jin.
But she no longer remembered him. She had forgotten.
He opened his mouth, but his throat, still under the effects of the medicine, could not produce a sound. Not long ago, he had seen that woman on the street holding a child. Although he was disguised, she still felt familiar, leaving him in a state of confusion.
He had speculated a thousand times in his mind, conjuring up a thousand reasons why she was still alive, only to be met with ten thousand reasons to deny it. He had witnessed her breath leave her body; he had personally placed her on the bamboo raft and watched it drift away. His eyes told him she was dead.
Yet his heart, his thoughts, everything within him kept reminding him that she was not dead, that she was alive, waiting for him somewhere.
So when that strange, talking White Meatball found him and led him to search for her, he believed.
And he went without hesitation.
When he first stepped into that prison, his heart raced incessantly as he wondered if she would recognize him upon seeing him. But he was disappointed; there was no spark in her eyes—only the curious indifference one might show to a stranger.
He thought she was merely pretending not to know him for disguise's sake; he thought she couldn’t recognize him because of his altered appearance. But he was completely wrong. The moment she said thank you and resolutely jumped off his back, Sima Rui understood the cruelest truth in the world: the person you love is right in front of you, yet she has forgotten you—utterly forgotten you.
Her world no longer contained you.
Not a single scene from her past memories included you.
It felt as though your heart had been suddenly hollowed out. As if you were no longer alive. As if you were dead.
He still remembered the pet that called itself Little Jin, a creature named Xiao Bai, looking at him with immense pity and saying complicatedly, “You need to be mentally prepared; the current Master Jin is no longer who she used to be.”
“Master, isn’t that Jinze Empress?!” Chen Wen exclaimed in shock as he gazed at the stunning woman in a seductive white gown.
“Could it be—” Chen Wen looked fearfully at his master’s sorrowful gaze. Had his master poisoned himself into silence and returned after a time filled with wounds… for her?
Thinking of this left Chen Wen somewhat stunned. What kind of love did they share… so profound, so… despairing.
Sima Rui looked at An Jin, who walked beside Ninth Prince Yuwen Ruojian with a gentle smile, and unconsciously felt a charming smile tugging at her lips.
She was still alive; wasn't that the happiest thing in the world?
Then, no matter where she was, what did it matter?
Chen Wen watched his master’s calm and serene smile, and suddenly felt a warmth in his eyes, a pang in his heart. His master had been thinking of her for four years. But between them...
No, it couldn't end like this. Chen Wen silently made up his mind, clenching his fists tightly.
Even if his master had made mistakes in the past, he had seen all the love that had remained over the years. If punishment was necessary, it should have ended long ago. If this continued, the heavens' punishment on his master was far too great. His master's heart... was suffering too much.
Unknowingly, tears began to flow down Chen Wen's face. He was shocked as he touched his damp cheeks; as a member of the secretive organization, he was not supposed to have any emotions. Yet, he found himself shedding tears.
"Let's go," Sima Rui said softly. "We should see what games our host has prepared for us."
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