Rong Ling finally became the emperor. Despite his elevated position and the company of numerous beautiful women, he would never forget the person who was like an angel to him.

His cries, his laughter.

Although they have only met a few times, they have become the indelible vermilion birthmark in his heart. Forever buried deep within.

As for Xie Xinyu, even though she is already dead, her body has not found peace. Such a person is not worth pity even in death!

After Wen Yun, Wang Yuxi went to many places with a pale, icy cold Wen Yu. Previously, Wen Yu had never been anywhere, but now, he was taken on a different kind of journey.

Although Wen Yu died, his body inexplicably showed no signs of decay, as if he was only asleep. This gave Wen Yun hope.

Perhaps tomorrow, his Yuer will wake up.

Every day, Wen Yun sleeps holding Wen Yu, even though he is cold to the touch. Wen Yun tries to transfer his body temperature to Wen Yu. Every time Wen Yu's body warms up, Wen Yun will foolishly smile and gently kiss Wen Yu's cold cheek, murmuring, "Yu'er, Yu'er... You're getting warmer, not cold anymore. Yu'er... Would you like to wake up? Big brother won't bother you anymore... Whatever you want, big brother will give it to you, okay? Big brother hopes you can wake up..."

Hot tears fell drop by drop on Wen Yu's face, and Wen Yun gently wiped them away, afraid of disturbing the sleeping person.

Wen Yun smiled bitterly, "Yu'er... Big brother is really useless. In the end, I couldn't protect you... Yu'er, Yu'er..."

Every day, Wen Yun was hoping for Wen Yu to wake up, but reality was so cruel—Wen Yu's body had begun to decay slowly.

Ke Wenyun doesn't mind at all. Every day, she washes Wen Yu's body and doesn't mind the smell of decay coming from his body. She still kisses him as usual.

Wen Yun gently stroked the decaying skin of Wen Yu and said, "Does it hurt, Yu'er?... It's fine, Brother will blow on it and it won't hurt anymore... Be good, don't cry... don't cry..."

Wen Yun also gradually became thin and weak, he really loved Wen Yu, truly loved him.

That obedient silly boy, who tried hard to please himself, was also a little trickster...

As the days went by, Wen Yun realized that he could no longer hold on. He no longer had the energy to take Wen Yu on outings to the mountains and rivers.

Wen Yun sat on top of the mountain, holding Wen Yu's lifeless body, gazing into the distance. The gentle breeze caressed his face, not hurting, but rather feeling a bit cold.

Wen Yun tightly held onto Wen Yu, afraid that the wind would blow against Wen Yu.

Wen Yun softly said, "Let's bury ourselves here, Yuer. You enjoy tranquility. And then, move the tomb of that maid here too. After all, we owe her. Afterwards... you may leave."

The dark guard who has always obeyed Wen Yun nodded, his tears at the corner of his eyes... no one knew.

He witnessed everything his master went through over the years, and he had no idea that love could be so magnificent.

His master can never come out, or perhaps he does not want to come out.

Finally, Wen Yun and Wen Yu nestled together and rested in peace.

Year after year, two willow trees, leaning against each other, grew by their graves, creating a tranquil and peaceful scene.

Many years later, the aged emperor stood in front of their graves and smiled. He laughed loudly.

However... for some reason, as he laughed, laughed, tears began to flow from his eyes.

The eunuch beside gently called out, "Your Majesty..."

With a wave, Rong Ling bid farewell and said, "Drive back to the palace."

"Yes. Arrange the carts and return to the palace--"