Until I could no longer shed a tear, I leaned against the Han white jade wall of Xuanqi's mausoleum and looked up.

　　Finally, I could see the sun again.

　　In the corner of my eye, the figure of the Hidden Dragon Guard appeared, handing me a jade box.

　　"Empress, this is His Majesty's order.

　　If the regent prince is executed, he asked me to give this to you." My chest tightened, and I reached out to receive it, unable to control the trembling of my hands.

　　Opening the jade box, inside was a thin marriage proposal card.

　　It turns out it wasn't lost, Xuanqi really saw it and kept it.

　　When I turned fifteen, my parents looked into my future husband for me.

　　At that time, they favored the young master of the Lin family.

　　Unfortunately, the negotiations didn't last long.

　　Before the marriage could be confirmed, Mr.

　　Lin fell ill and passed away.

　　The young master of the Lin family observed mourning for his father and would not marry for three years.

　　I waited in the women's quarters, waiting for him to finish his mourning period and come to marry me.

　　But I didn't expect that just as I turned seventeen, I was chosen by the late emperor to be Xuanqi's concubine.

　　It turns out, his repeated murmuring of "I'm sorry" before he died had this meaning.

　　He thought that I had someone else in my heart.

　　I thought I had shed all my tears.

　　Understanding this, my eyes became hot again.

　　This fool, did he think that if the regent prince fell from power, he could arrange for me to fake my death and let me continue my past marriage? How laughable.

　　I didn't intentionally keep the marriage proposal card, I had even forgotten about the young master from the Lin family.

　　It was just casually placed in a book and forgotten to be destroyed.

　　But he actually kept it all these years, deeply resenting it.

　　I picked up the marriage proposal card, underneath was a torn pulse case.

　　I unfolded the yellowed paper and as I read it, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

　　I had been favored for many years but never had a child, not even a pregnancy.

　　Although I doubted myself, the words of the imperial physician and the behavior of the other concubines made me secretly believe that it was actually Xuanqi's problem.

　　It wasn't that I absolutely had to have a child, if he wanted to adopt an heir from the royal family, I wouldn't delve into this issue further.

　　After reading this torn pulse case, I finally knew the truth.

　　It was my pulse case, recording the diagnosis of palace cold and infertility.

　　No wonder the gynecology expert who diagnosed me was always Dr.

　　Wu.

　　No wonder every time the Empress Dowager sends someone to check my pulse, Xuanqi would always accompany me.

　　He cunningly concealed the truth, which is that it is unfavorable for me to bear children.

　　How foolish of me, wouldn't it be the same if I gave birth to a child and raised them under my knee? He concealed all of this just to make me flawless.

　　I tore the marriage letter into pieces, scattered them in the wind, and murmured to the tomb, "Xuanqi, I will not marry another, as you promised, we will die together." "The road to the underworld is long, please walk slowly, wait for me." I do not seek death, for Xuanqi carries the weight of the world in his heart, and I watch over the mountains and rivers under his rule and protect his loved ones.

　　Shortly after returning to the palace, Danxia also woke up.

　　As expected, she had already known that the emperor was Xuanlin.

　　So she betrayed the regent and killed him.

　　Seeing them alive after the upheaval, supporting and accompanying each other, I am somewhat relieved, at least they can be happy.

　　One year after the incident at Jiuhua Mountain.

　　I happened to see the Empress Dowager gazing into the wind, motionless like a sculpture.

　　As I approached, I realized that she was staring at two people under the base of the wall.

　　They were Xuanlin and Danxia, who had dismissed their attendants.

　　Xuanlin carried Danxia on his back as they walked slowly along the Imperial Street, occasionally whispering to each other, their postures intimate, truly a perfect couple.

　　Tears fell from the corners of the Empress Dowager's eyes, and when she turned to look at me, in that moment, I knew she had figured it out.

　　With Xuanqi's personality, no matter how much he loved a woman, he would never show it so openly.

　　The Empress Dowager knew that four years ago, the one who died in the Imperial Forest was actually her eldest son, my husband.

　　We both kept it hidden from her, as she had already endured the pain of losing a son and did not need to experience it again.

　　But now...

　　The Empress Dowager shed tears and embraced me, "A Xian, you were able to not cry." I hugged her back and choked, "Mother, your child...

　　has cried and let go." I have let go of the sorrow of Xuanqi's death, because I deeply believe that he will wait for me in the underworld, and we will reunite someday.