Han Jing and Lian Xichen followed Han Qingjue to the underground palace, where Fengxi’s remains were sealed inside a transparent ice coffin.

He lay there quietly, his appearance unchanged, dressed in pure white like snow, evoking a phrase: a gentleman as precious as jade, unmatched in the world.

Han Jing looked at him and sighed. Matters of the heart never make sense. It’s not that if you are good, you will be cherished, nor that if you are bad, you do not deserve love.

Thus, those who can love each other share a rare destiny, understanding each other’s love just right.

Han Jing’s dislike for Han Litong was not because she had let down Fengxi’s feelings for her, but because she never understood what love was from the beginning. In this world, there isn’t just romantic love; there’s familial love, friendship, and many other kinds of affections. Han Litong’s sacrifice of her own happiness for the greater good of the country is admirable, but her absurdly selfish feelings were hard to agree with.

Her mother, Su Yaogeng, too, once missed out on love and even made mistakes, but she did not stop loving the world because of it. She earnestly protected the love between siblings, she wholeheartedly cherished the bond between mother and daughter. Though she appeared proud, she was actually kind and attentive, sincerely treating others. So, even though she unfortunately missed out on love, she gained many other affections. Her life remained full of warmth, making others genuinely want to draw near.

Han Litong clearly had so many opportunities to choose. There was always someone standing behind her, willing to bear everything for her, even building her such a splendid palace to always be her Princess. Yet, she lived in her own world, only realizing what she hadn’t cherished when faced with life and death parting.

So just looking at her, Han Jing truly felt no sympathy for her at all.

Han Jing rested her hand on the ice coffin and muttered, "Though I find you pretty foolish, you are a person of deep feelings. Even knowing you can’t hear it now, even missing out for over twenty years, I will still call you ’Father.’ May your spirit in heaven rest in peace."

Han Jing kneeled down, bowing to Fengxi.

"Godfather, Little Sister didn’t die, she came back to see you." Lian Xichen kneeled beside Han Jing and said to Fengxi in the ice coffin, "I will take good care of her, rest assured."

Han Qingjue stood in the distance, glancing at them, blinking, but said nothing.

Han Jing and Lian Xichen stood up. When they reached Han Qingjue’s side, Han Jing hesitated for a moment and spoke, "Though I really dislike you, I still have to thank you for being so honest today. Parting today, when we meet again, it will be without end."

Han Qingjue curled her lips, "Indeed, it’s fortunate we didn’t grow up together. Alright, when we meet again, let’s not hold back."

This might be the most ironic joke of her life. The person she loved for so many years, in the end, loved her biological sister. How fortunate she was that they never grew up together, never had the slightest bit of sisterly affection, otherwise now and in the future, how would this resentment come to a close?

So fortunately, fortunately, they became enemies from the start.

She made so many mistakes, she harmed so many people. Whether she regretted it or not, she couldn’t end it. Life is a road; sometimes, when you take the wrong path, it’s just wrong.