"If it weren't for your remaining value to the Kingdom of Qi, do you think I would have married you? Or... do you think your beauty could attract me?" Yuntian coldly revealed the truth, each word shattering Meiniang's heart with its icy coldness.

"No... it's impossible. Your Highness, you're deceiving me," Meiniang screamed in despair, completely losing her coquettish image. Her face was filled with an expression of unbearable pain, unable to believe that her deep affection had earned her nothing but indifference from Yuntian. It turned out that all his kindness towards her had a purpose.

"If you still want the empty title of Qi's Princess, you may stay here," Yuntian understood that her efforts were not solely for the sake of being the Qi's Princess, there was another layer of motives involved. Unfortunately, he couldn't give her what she wanted, nor did he want to.

Heh heh... an empty title. Yes... for the sake of an empty title, I could trample on everyone and everything. But I should never have, under any circumstances, met you, Yuntian. For you, I destroyed my father's great ambitions with my own hands, and even pushed my sister off her position. Everything I did was for you, for my beloved you. Meiniang's heart was filled with resentment as she thought, her gaze filled with grievances and complaints as she looked at Yuntian.

Yuntian looked at Meiniang coldly without saying a word. He understood the meaning in her eyes. The word "love" truly caused great harm. At this moment, Yuntian felt like a scoundrel. He had used others at all costs for his own purposes, treating her like this, and treating Pujun the same way.

"Your Highness, have you truly made up your mind?" Meiniang asked cautiously, hoping not to hear heartless words from Yuntian.

"No regrets," Yuntian's concise and clear words plunged Meiniang into an abyss of despair.

Good, good, very good, Yuntian, don't you regret the decision you made today. Since I, Yang Meiniang, can't have you, no one else can either. A trace of malicious intent appeared in Meiniang's heart. "Fine, everything will be as Your Highness wishes," Meiniang lowered her head and said softly.

Yuntian nodded in satisfaction, leaving the letter he held on the table. Without looking back, he left the chamber room. If Yuntian had turned back at that moment, he would have seen Meiniang tearing the letter into pieces, her eyes slightly narrowed as she watched him leave. A calculating smile appeared on her lips once again, and her ten fingers tightly clenched into her palms.

The night was tranquil, but Pujun's heart was in turmoil like a tangled thread. She couldn't make sense of it all, looking at Qinglian who remained silent. A sense of helplessness surged within her, understanding that in Qinglian's heart, no one could compare to Xiaoyao. It was natural for Qinglian to believe that only Xiaoyao was worthy of being by Pujun's side. But matters of love were not about worthiness or qualifications. It was about a "wish." One could say that Pujun was heartless. From the beginning to the end, she had never considered Xiaoyao as a potential lover, let alone that "wish."

"Qinglian, I can't go back to Beichen Kingdom with you," Pujun said, and as the words fell, a crisp sound of porcelain hitting the ground was heard.

"Your Highness, are you really abandoning the Emperor for a prince here?" Qinglian quickly ran to my side, her delicate face filled with disbelief.

"It's not because he's a prince, nor is it that I'm disregarding Xiaoyao. It's simply because my heart only has room for him. As for Xiaoyao, I have always respected him like a brother. Although I did consider accepting Xiaoyao when I was still in the palace, I can't do it now," I didn't know if Qinglian could understand my words, but I knew I had to give Xiaoyao an explanation.

"Qinglian, do you know what kind of feelings are involved when you like someone? Not to mention that I fell in love with someone here. I pointed to my chest, looking at Qinglian with a confident expression.

"Pu...Jun..." Qinglian couldn't possibly understand what it felt like to like someone, but she couldn't comprehend why I would give up on the Emperor, who was so faithful, for a promiscuous prince.

"Qinglian, here's a letter. Can you take it back to Xiaoyao?" I smiled gently, taking out the letter that I had prepared since leaving Beichen Kingdom and handing it to Qinglian. I hoped she could deliver the letter to Xiaoyao. Once he read it, he would understand.

"Your Highness, please come back with Qinglian." Qinglian knelt down with a thud, pleading for me to leave with her. But Yuntian would never let me leave, and I didn't want to leave him either.

"Get up, Qinglian. My mind is made up. There's no need for more words," I gently but firmly helped Qinglian, whose body was stiff and unwilling to get up, to her feet.

"There's ice to take care of you on the way, so I can be at ease. Take care on your journey, Qinglian." After helping Qinglian up, I handed her the package of letters. Then I pushed Qinglian out of the door and closed it tightly. I didn't listen to Qinglian's cries outside the door. Mie, who was waiting outside, approached her with a cold expression, carrying the crying Qinglian away from Hanyue Residence, heading towards Beichen Kingdom.

I stood silently in the room, occasionally hearing Qinglian's sobbing and cursing from a distance. I sighed softly, hoping that these two adversaries would find their own destiny.

"Squeak..." the door was opened from the outside, and a figure in white stood at the doorway. I turned around and looked at him, smiling softly. "Are you ready?" Yuntian asked gently as always.

"Mhmm, I'm ready," I replied, moving towards Yuntian as I spoke.

"Then let's go," Yuntian tenderly embraced me, as if I were delicate porcelain, requiring careful handling, lest I shatter with the slightest force.

I fell silent, leaning against Yuntian's embrace. I nodded gently to signify my agreement.

In the thick night, under the bright moonlight, two figures could faintly be seen leaving the Qi Prince's Mansion. Tomorrow morning, not only would the mansion be in chaos, but the people of Qicheng would also be buzzing with discussions about the sudden disappearance of a prince. However, the pair who had left the world behind, would they truly find happiness and peace?

The teahouse was a place for idle chat and leisure, a place where many literati, martial heroes, and wealthy merchants would stop by. Naturally, it was also the most well-informed place.

"Brother, have you heard?" a friendly person asked in a low voice to their friend sitting next to them. The person who was asked rolled their eyes, wearing a very disapproving expression. "Of course I heard, and you're telling me too."

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"Do you know, this prince really gave up his prestigious position for a woman here? And there's already a beautiful princess in the mansion," the friendly person continued, not caring about the disdain in the other person's eyes.

"You're either stupid or clueless. Do you know who the prince left for?" The person who was asked looked at their friend with a face full of sympathy.

"I know, I know. I heard it's that peony beauty who showed her face in the ancient town and disappeared," the friendly person replied quickly, then added in confusion, "This prince isn't a lustful person, and besides, the princess in the mansion is already a stunning beauty. How could the prince bear to abandon her?"

"Heh heh, it seems you don't know," the person who was asked smiled mysteriously, playing with the teacup in their hand, and said in a strange tone.

"I really don't understand. Please, enlighten me," the friendly person leaned closer to their friend, hoping to hear a more detailed explanation.

The person who was asked deliberately kept their friend in suspense, then said with a mysterious tone, "I heard that this peony beauty looks extremely similar to the late Northern God General. If you remove the peony flower on her forehead, they say the resemblance is almost uncanny."

"Oh, so you mean... the prince has a preference for that type," the friendly person said in a hushed voice, with a look as if they had heard something extraordinary.

"Unfortunately, such an imposing person left so early, and even the pregnant wife is deceased. It's true that good people don't live long," the person who was asked said with regret.

"Yes, yes..." After hearing their friend's words, the friendly person lost interest in joking around.

Beichen Kingdom

Beichen Xia looked at the letter in his hand, and the pain in his heart spread silently. Who should he blame? He knew that she was originally Pujun, but she had changed her name and stayed by his side after losing her memories. He knew that even if she had lost her memories, she had never forgotten the person she loved, yet he still poured his genuine feelings into their relationship. He knew that once she left the palace, she would follow her instincts, but he still let her go. Who should he blame?

The lofty throne bound him tightly. The hopes of his ancestors hindered his pursuit of her. Beichen Xia sat weakly on the dragon throne, his eyes filled with pain as he looked at the letter, unable to put his feelings into words.

Xia

As I picked up the pen, I hesitated greatly. But I still wrote down what I wanted to say.

Xia, I'm sorry. After waking up and realizing that I had no memories of the past, I felt an oppressive emptiness in my heart. Despite your meticulous care, you have responsibilities as an emperor. As for me, I only wish to become a bird and soar between heaven and earth.

Gradually, I realized that my presence was extremely unfair to another her. I saw her love, her unwavering devotion and selflessness. You shouldn't burden her. I was just a passing guest in your life. Forgive me for being selfish, Xia. Treat her well, for she is the one you should cherish.

Jing'er Shang

Beichen Xia smiled bitterly to himself, thinking, "Jing'er, Pujun, you still left. I knew this would be the result, but I still wanted to change it. Yet I couldn't confine your whole life within the palace. In the end, I still lost you."

"Hahaha... Hahaha... Haha," Beichen Xia burst into laughter, unaware of how helpless, sorrowful, and heartbroken his laughter sounded to others.

Qi Kingdom

"What did you say? Say it again," Qi Aotian tightly gripped the armrests of the dragon throne, the surprise in his heart causing the typically composed emperor to falter.

"I deserve to die. The officials from Qi City reported that... the Prince Qi left with a woman... abandoned his position," the official, frightened by Qi Aotian's intimidating voice, stammered in response, changing the phrase "eloped" to "abandoned his position."

"Then, where is the Qi Princess?" Qi Aotian naturally felt relieved upon hearing this news, but he still worried about Yang Meiniang, who was by Yuntian's side, a woman with deep scheming.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Qi Princess also disappeared the day after Prince Qi left," the low-ranking official hastily replied.

So they didn't leave together. But could it be that Yang Meiniang would really let go so easily? Qi Aotian's face turned pensive, and the atmosphere in the court became tense.

"Now that Qi City is unguarded, who among you ministers is willing to go?" Qi Aotian changed the subject abruptly, catching the officials off guard.

"I'm willing to go," a clear voice rang out at this moment.

"Minister Yuan is willing to go," Qi Aotian looked at Yuan Zhigang, who stepped forward to answer. Four years ago, Yuan Zhigang, who was originally Pujun's choice for promotion, had now taken Pujun's place and held the fort.

"Yes, Minister Yuan is willing to go," Yuan Zhigang reaffirmed.

"Good, I personally appoint Minister Yuan as the Guardian of Qi City. Depart for Qi City and assume your position immediately," Qi Aotian decisively made the decision, dismissing the court along with the officials.

"Minister, please rise," Yuan Zhigang, with a handsome face devoid of any surprise, expressed his gratitude and returned to his original position.

"Long live our wise emperor," the officials expressed their admiration for the emperor after Yuan Zhigang's thanks.

"Enough, everyone may rise," Qi Aotian said sternly, his gaze exuding an inviolable sacredness.

A single move stirred up the Beichen Kingdom and the Qi Kingdom. The name Qi Yuntian was officially buried in history, becoming a thing of the past.

"Hehe... hehe... You're so foolish," a beautiful woman's laughter echoed in a corner of Lihu Fengshan. A pink figure could be seen laughing and talking with a man by her side.

"You're so bold to say that I'm foolish. Watch me..." Qi Yuntian, upon hearing Pujun's words, began to think of teasing her.

"Ah... Don't... Ahaha... Let go... Haha... I... I surrender... Haha... Let go..." She wriggled her body, trying to escape, while begging for mercy. She didn't expect him to tickle her so suddenly and ended up getting caught.

"Jun'er, are you happy now?" Qi Yuntian embraced Pujun, gently asking.

"Hu... Hu... Yes, even though I don't remember the past, I'm happy now." I looked at the bamboo house amidst the mountains, feeling the tender treatment from Qi Yuntian. I felt like I had never been this happy before, as if time had stopped.

"Is it okay for you to abandon everything like this?" I anxiously asked Qi Yuntian.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Qi Kingdom no longer needs me. Today, I only want to spend the rest of my life with you." Qi Yuntian rested his head on my head and lightly played with my hair.

"I mean...," it was really difficult for me to ask, but I couldn't help but want to know. Before I could finish my sentence, Qi Yuntian took over and said, "You're too softhearted. You think about everyone else except yourself."

"I don't have the goodness you mentioned," I replied with a flushed face, displeased.

Qi Yuntian lightly tapped my wrinkled nose with his finger, then silently held me in his arms, sitting on the chair, enjoying the rare tranquility. He whispered, "You are so good, and I have experienced it the most."

"Alright, I won't argue with you. I'm going to cook, so you fix the roof that's not finished," I pushed away Qi Yuntian's hand clinging to me and looked at the sky.

"Yes, yes, yes. What does my wife say? I'll go and do it," Qi Yuntian left the mansion, and his demeanor became much more cheerful. He rarely heard him joke before, but recently he often amused me.

As I watched Qi Yuntian, who had jumped onto the roof, I couldn't believe that a dignified prince would actually give up everything and personally do everything. It couldn't be said that I wasn't moved. With a heart full of warmth, I turned and entered the house, cleaning and turning the food Qi Yuntian had hunted in the morning into delicious dishes.

As I cooked, I wondered if Xia would be angry after reading the letter I gave him. I didn't know how Qinglian was doing. "Ah..." Lost in thought, I absentmindedly hit my hand with the kitchen knife.

"What happened?" Qi Yuntian heard Pujun's cry and quickly climbed down from the roof. He arrived by Pujun's side, looking at her finger that had been cut by the knife. He couldn't help but sigh, "I really don't know how you fought on the battlefield before. You even cut your own finger."

"It's nothing. I was just lost in thought," seeing Qi Yuntian's furrowed brow, I quickly hid my injured hand behind my back.

Qi Yuntian looked at Pujun's childlike behavior and a faint smile appeared on his face. He gently pulled Pujun's injured hand in front of him and sucked the blood that was flowing out.

With my face turning red, I watched him suck on my finger. My body suddenly felt hot, and I panicked, wanting to pull my hand back, but he held it firmly.