Nightfall

The Great Object Between Life and Death

Every death in the world is a reunion after a long separation.

This statement was somewhat obscure and very artistic. Unlike the spring breeze at this time, it was more like the spring breeze with sand and loess that would stir in Chang’an for a few days in the deep spring.

Ning Que thought about it for a long while, but did not understand what it meant. He did not even have a single idea what it might mean, and as such, felt even more woeful.

What he was more aniouxs about was that he could not leave Chang’an, and this city was his city of woe. He was trapped in the city of woe, which was why he sat high up on the city wall every day in a daze.

There was a soft clanging of jade accessories. The Empress had arrived and walked up to him. She rubbed his head softly and said with pity, “Have you not figured out what that statement meant?”

According to the hierarchy in the Academy, the Empress should call Ning Que Youngest Uncle. However, she was still older than Ning Que and the Emperor was Ning Que’s senior. Moreso, since last autumn, she and Ning Que had returned to Chang’an from the Wilderness together and they had shared hardships. They trusted each other and were close. As such, she acted naturally.

Ning Que nodded softly.

He did not understand that statement. The Empress and his Senior Brothers and Sisters at the back of the Academy’s mountain knew of this statement, but they did not understand this message that the Drunkard had passed on.

They analyzed it for a long time and discovered that if they only inferred it literally, there was a similar statement in the West-Hill Scripture. Death in the mortal world was not the end. The end was when one returned to the divine light in the Kingdom of Haotian. The problem was that only Haotian was qualified to make a statement like that.

The Empress looked at him and asked, “Do you still think it’s not her?”

Ning Que said, “Sangsang is dead.”

The Empress replied, “Why are you still so certain?”

Ning Que looked at the streets below that looked like thin lines and searched for where the Old Brush Pen Shop was. He said, “She is my natal item. If she were still alive, I’d know.”

The Empress walked to the side of the city wall and said softly, “Many people have died, but the problem has yet to be solved.”

While Ning Que was not concerned with the dark undercurrents of the court, he knew what she meant.

“Even though no one dared to say it openly, many still cannot accept that I, the Saintess of Diabolism, am in charge of the Tang Empire. They cannot accept it in their hearts, and that is not a good thing.”

“The agreement with the West-Hill Divine Palace is also a sore spot with the Tangs. Li Peiyan’s death might be able to soften the blow, but it cannot solve the problem completely. I’m the one who has a say in the Imperial Palace.”

“The Li family have ruled the Tang Empire for thousands of years and have accepted offerings from the people for thousands of years. As descendants of the royal family, we should die before our people. I am a daughter-in-law of the Li family and am willing to do something about it. You said in the palace a few days ago, now that Li Huiyuan is dead, Li Yu only has a brother left. I trust that she will know what to do.”

The Empress looked at the city she had lived in for many years and said with a sight smile.

Ning Que’s heart felt heavier with every sentence she spoke. He did not wait for her to finish her statement and he said, “Your Highness, please keep a clear head and not think of unreasonable things.”