Outside Luodu, amidst the countryside, stands a green grave in a place of extreme scenic beauty.
Looking at the grave mound, it is newly erected. Yet someone has carefully laid grass over it, rendering it round and exquisite. Before the grave stands a stone tablet with only a single line engraved on it... [Tomb of Mu Qingge’s Wife, Qin Yilian].
Mu Qingge, dressed in military uniform, sits cross-legged in front of the tomb, the red cloak behind her fanned out like a flame, spread across the grass. Behind her, the Dragon Tooth Guards kneel on one leg uniformly, silent as statues, none daring to make a sound to disturb their mistress.
Qin Yilian was not buried in the royal cemetery of the Qin Country.
She had Qin Jinchen persuade Consort Yun to bring Qin Yilian out, personally choosing such a serene and scenic spot for her resting place.
Failing to save Qin Yilian may become a regret in her heart, yet it will not cause her to sink into despair.
The gentle breeze brushes through the treetops, bringing a rustling sound.
Like a song, like a lamentation, melodious and lingering.
Mu Qingge places her hands on her knees, gazing at the words she carved on the stone tablet, and murmurs, "Lianlian, I can only fulfill your wish this way, hoping you rest in peace."
The grass tips on the green grave sway in the wind, as if answering Mu Qingge’s words.
In the haze, Mu Qingge seems to see the apparition of Qin Yilian transforming above the grave, watching her with a pure and beautiful smile. Those big eyes remain innocent and clear, untouched by any pollution.
She slightly narrows her eyes, raising her chin gently, gazing at the ethereal figure.
Whether it’s Qin Yilian’s soul returning or merely a figment of her imagination, she knows at this moment, she does not wish to break this tableau. If it’s a dream, let it continue...
"Lianlian..." Mu Qingge murmurs softly. She sees Qin Yilian smiling at her. The smile is so sweet and warm, just like when they first met, making her feel it’s a beautiful thing.
"Little brother, I’ll dance for you." In a daze, Mu Qingge hears Qin Yilian’s voice. Just as soft and sweet as when she was alive.
Still standing tall, yet imbued with traces of sorrow.
"Little brother, was Lianlian’s dance beautiful?" The ethereal figure mischievously stands with hands behind her back, expectantly waiting for Mu Qingge’s reply.
Those big eyes curve like crescent moons, a glint of starlight shining through the slits.
As if, she poured all her heart into this dance, just to receive one affirmation from Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge nods heavily, the smile on her lips deepening.
In her clear eyes, for the first time, rationality is dispelled, leaving only the charming figure of Qin Yilian, etched in her heart.
Her clothes are unstained by blood, her heart unbroken by that arrow, she can still wear a pure and radiant smile, always circling around her, calling her ’little brother’ with that soft and sweet voice.

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