Prince Regent’s rebellion’s case shook the court and the common people.

It wasn’t just because he broke out of prison, nor was it because he secretly colluded with the Zhang Kingdom to cede ten cities of Datong.

It was also because of his only daughter, Duan Qinxue.

No one could have imagined that a girl raised by her uncle at the northwestern border would turn the tide at the last moment and uphold justice by killing her own father, saving the lives of ten thousand soldiers.

Even two days after the event, Duan Changchuan still couldn’t calm down …

At night, the young man sat under the grapevine in the courtyard, still melancholy.

“It was my fault to have wronged her… I feel very guilty,” he said softly.

Bai Su, holding his hand, gently comforted him, “But Your Majesty, everything you did was wise. We cannot gamble the fate of the entire nation on one person’s character, can we?”

The young man’s eyelashes drooped, “I know … but I’m very guilty …”

“Why don’t we summon her over tomorrow and ask about her plans for the future, and promise her some things?”

“Mm, alright …”

As they were talking, Chang Le suddenly trotted over and took out an envelope from his sleeve, presenting it, “Your Majesty … the princess, she has passed away.”

The young man’s eyes widened, “What?”

Chang Le quickly knelt, “Reporting to Your Majesty, the servants at the County Princess’s residence brought the news that the princess … committed suicide this evening. She left a letter on her desk, addressed to Your Majesty.”

With that, he handed over the letter with both hands.

Duan Changchuan opened the letter.

Only then did he learn that in the two days following Duan Jing’an’s death by a single arrow, Duan Qinxue had been tormented by her conscience.

Who could accept that they had killed their own father with their own hands? Even if their father had committed a heinous crime.

She wrote:

[The world hustles and bustles for profit, and it scurries about for profit.

But Duan Qinxue was unwilling.

To live, is to live for justice, to die, is to die for filial piety.

Duan Qinxue … has lived up to the name “Qinxue”.

This life seeks nothing more, only wishing Your Majesty and the world long-lasting blessings and peace.

Duan Qinxue’s last words.]

Duan Changchuan read the letter word by word, then sighed deeply…

He asked for a brush and ink from Chang Le and said, “Pass down my decree … bury the County Princess with the honors of a princess, posthumously bestowing her the title of Princess of Datong, with the posthumous name…”

“Let it be ‘Qinxue’.” Bai Su said from the side.

The young man nodded and continued writing, “Yes, the posthumous name Qinxue.”

Afterward, he handed the imperial edict to Chang Le, “Go ahead.”

Chang Le hurriedly bowed and received it, “Yes … this servant will go to the County Princess’s residence at once.”

“Mm.”

–

This farce only officially ended in early August.

As summer ended, the emperor returned to the palace in Shengjing.

In November of the same year, the empress gave birth to the first princess after the new emperor’s ascension. She was given the name “Anhe”, symbolizing peace and harmony in Datong, known as “Princess Anhe”.

At the end of the year, in the cold month of December.

The newly appointed Zhuangyuan, Lin Qing, requested to go to Huainan to gain experience, saying that he wanted to bring fortune to the people.

As for the heir consort who was far away in Huainan, she was infected with an epidemic that dragged on for several months. In the end, she didn’t make it through the winter. Although the prince managed to escape death, he was brought to Shengjing and executed in public.

Thus, on the night of New Year’s Eve, everyone in the palace gathered together. Yun Xie, Feng Yao, Duan Changchuan, and Bai Su brought along the soft eldest princess to set up a banquet. The Empress Dowager and Prime Minister Bai were also present.

While everyone was celebrating joyously … only the prime minister, Bai Yanyuan, appeared to have aged ten years in a single night due to the death of his legitimate daughter and estranged from his concubine’s daughter due to a blood feud

–

More than ten years later.

Prime Minister Bai served the court with utmost dedication, never daring to harbor any treacherous thoughts again.

However, time ultimately caught up with him, and in the spring of that year, he passed away.

That year, the most esteemed official in the court, Lord Lin Qing, was nominated as the Prime Minister, assisting the emperor and empress in managing state affairs.

–

Another fifty years passed since then …

The Emperor had reached his twilight years and was bedridden, no longer having the strength to govern. Thus, he decreed that Princess Anhe should succeed to the throne.

On his deathbed …

His Alpha stayed by his side, holding his hand and kissing the white hair on his temples.

“Sister …” He still called her that.

In his cloudy eyes, a moment of clarity flashed, as beautiful as a bright amber.

“In this life, Changchuan is very happy to have Sister by my side. If there is an afterlife, let us be together again …”

“Sister is also very happy to be able to come to this world with you in this life.”

“I often wonder … if we hadn’t come here, what would it be like in that other world …. But I always feel that now is the best arrangement.”

“Sister, I have to go now …”

“You have to take care of yourself …. If there is that path, I will wait for you.”

“Mmm … okay.”

–

In the modern times of 2025 in the park.

In a hotel in the capital.

The curtains were drawn tightly, with only a sliver of light peeking through from outside. A thin ray of light found its way to the king-sized bed.

The young man was curled up in a ball, sleeping peacefully. His exposed arms were mottled with red marks.

When the light fell on his long, curly eyelashes, his eyelids fluttered, and a pair of beautiful black eyes opened.

He got up in surprise.

Modern curtains, a large hotel bed, and a furry lamb blanket … is this …?

Modern times?

Duan Changchuan blinked, unable to believe it.

[Am I … back?]

As he got up, he moved the blanket, realizing someone else was lying beside him. It was Bai Su, the same person he had just bid farewell to in his old age.

With trembling fingers, he touched her young and beautiful face.

This kind of morning was too beautiful … too beautiful that he feared the next moment would turn to ashes.

In his mind, the fifty years they spent together flashed by quickly.

They seized the throne together, had two children, watched the fireworks of the fifteenth of January, and spent countless New Year’s Eve together.

In his daze, the woman suddenly opened her eyes.

Her long and beautiful eyes were still so charming.

“Sis …. Sister?” He almost blurted out reflexively.

Realizing this seemed to be the second day after they had just gotten married in modern times, his face immediately flushed with embarrassment, “I’m sorry… I…”

The next second, he was tightly embraced.

“Duan Changchuan…” she called his name and said, “That’s great … we’re both still here.”

With just one sentence, he knew, Bai Su was still his Bai Su.

The one who had gone through fire and water for him, and then lived in mutual support with him.

“Mm …” he pulled back from her arms and nodded heavily, “I think so too. That’s great …”

It’s great that we saw each other again.

It’s great that you are still you when we meet again.

They looked at each other, smiling at the same time …

As she laughed, tears rolled out of Bai Su’s eyes.

He frantically wiped her tears, “Sister … don’t cry, please don’t cry …”

Alpha smiled and nodded, “Sister won’t cry. I just … miss you so much …”

She said, “Duan Changchuan, I really miss you.”

Ah …

Actually, I miss you too.