Cigarette smoke swirled, the mist rising.
Chen Yuan let out a breath, completely entering a state of transcendence with no distracting thoughts, seeming to have no desires or needs, very mysterious.
At this moment, he was a sage.
After a long time, old Yang finally finished smoking, the choking smoke was so strong it made his eyes roll back, almost fainting.
This parting would last at least a year, they must leave a deep impression on each other.
Chen Yuan sat upright, not glancing sideways, pondering for a long time.
Noble Consort Yang came to her senses, both sides remained silent.
In truth, they were previously hostile towards each other, Chen Yuan had dispossessed her own brother, sending him to the frontier of Liangzhou, nearly falling in the last battle, but ended up half-crippled.
Yet, she found herself unable to truly hate him.
Especially as she was about to see him off, there was even a touch of reluctance.
Hard to explain, but it was indeed present in her heart.
