Chapter 537: The Demon Lord Princess's Daily Life of Slacking Off Chapter 630: The Person Has Passed Away

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

He simply accepted all of this calmly; the war was over, Dachang had won, and he had also avenged Jie'er.

Although Ouyang Chengqi was not killed by him personally, Xishang Kingdom had also fallen, and Li Jun, who had personally killed Ouyang Chengqi, had also lost his kingdom. Yan Wang thought that at least his great enemy had been avenged, and the stone in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

Finally, Yan Wang ordered Tang Qi and Ai Jiao to lead the soldiers in simply cleaning up the battlefield and handling those corpses and relics.

He himself rushed back to the tent, spread out paper, wielded his brush, and quickly informed the Emperor of the news that Beilin Kingdom had been conquered. The letter used earnest words, beseeching the Emperor to dispatch personnel as soon as possible to take over this newly conquered land.

Dachang Kingdom's reaction speed was astonishing; in just three days, their troops arrived like a swift wind. At the same time, Yan Wang did not hesitate in the slightest, leading the Yan Family Army to rush to Xishang Kingdom at top speed, crushing it like bamboo and incorporating it into their territory.

And on the day Beilin Kingdom was captured, Qianqian also sent news to Yan Jie. Yan Jie understood Qianqian's intention, and without hesitation followed Dachang's army to come here together.

After Dachang's people arrived, Qianqian, Yan Jie, and Luo Shun quickly changed into Yan Family Army clothing and mixed into the military camp.

Qianqian wanted to take Yan Jie to see his nominal father; although the person was already gone, Yan Jie probably still wanted to see him, and then go see the place where his birth mother had once lived.

When Yan Jie received Qianqian's news, he had already guessed her intention. For this proposal, he was deeply moved, after all, this was something he had always wanted to understand.

After several days of arduous travel, Chunding City finally came into view in the distance.

The name of this city had not yet been changed; it still retained its old name from the time of Beilin Kingdom.

However, after Beilin Kingdom fell, the officials and soldiers responsible for temporarily guarding Chunding City, when the Dachang Army approached, scattered like birds and beasts and fled for their lives.

Their hearts were filled with fear and unease, worrying that after Dachang Kingdom's army came to kill, in order to occupy this city, they would mercilessly kill them all together.

Therefore, when Yan Wang led his troops to arrive at Chunding City, the entire city was shrouded in a strange silence.

On the originally bustling main street, there was not a single person; the stalls were tipped over, as if they had experienced a sudden storm.

The doors and windows of every household were tightly closed, without a trace of life. Even the various shops that were usually bustling had their doors tightly shut.

Yan Wang led his troops straight toward the Imperial Gongdian.

However, after they entered the Imperial Gongdian, they discovered that Ouyang Chengqi's corpse was nowhere to be found.

Yan Jie was anxious; he had originally wanted to see Ouyang Chengqi's corpse with his own eyes, but now he did not even have this opportunity.

While wandering around inside the Imperial Gongdian, Yan Jie suddenly remembered that his maternal grandfather had once told him that the palace where his mother had lived was located in a secluded corner in the southwest direction. So, without hesitation, he walked toward that direction.

Indeed, the further southwest he walked, the more desolate and secluded the surrounding environment became. Compared with the splendor of Jinluan Hall, this place was simply like a forgotten corner, not at all like a place where a consort should live.

When he finally arrived in front of that palace, he saw that the door was covered with spiderwebs; fortunately, there were no spiders on it. He gently pushed open the door, and the door hinge made a "creak" sound, as if the palace was sighing.

After entering the palace, Yan Jie looked around and found that the layout inside was unusually simple.

There was only a dilapidated table, two chairs on the verge of collapse, and a so-called "bed"—actually nothing more than a wooden board.

The mirror on the dressing table, due to the passage of time, was covered with a thick layer of dust, making it impossible to see its original appearance.

Yan Wang slowly pulled open the drawer, and a stale smell rushed toward him. Inside the drawer were placed some jewelry, lying quietly there, as if they had been forgotten for a long time.

These pieces of jewelry did not look particularly special; they were just ordinary necklaces, bracelets, and earrings, and the gemstones on them also appeared dim and lusterless.

Yan Wang's gaze swept over these pieces of jewelry; seeing nothing special, he moved his gaze away. He looked around elsewhere and saw a wardrobe.

The surface of the wardrobe was covered with a thin layer of dust, obviously no one had touched it for a long time. He gently blew away the dust, then slowly opened the wardrobe door.

Inside the wardrobe hung several pieces of women's clothing, including ru skirts and Rujun, with relatively traditional styles.

The colors of these clothes had faded somewhat, but their former beauty could still be seen.

Yan Wang picked up a ru skirt and gently stroked the embroidery on it, feeling the somewhat rough texture; perhaps it had weathered due to the passage of too much time.

He put down the clothing, and his gaze was suddenly attracted by a small drawer at the very bottom of the wardrobe.

This drawer looked smaller than the others. Yan Jie curiously opened the drawer; inside, several small pieces of clothing were neatly folded.

These small clothes looked like they were for an infant; they were folded squarely and neatly, as if they were treasures carefully cherished.

Yan Jie picked up one of them, unfolded it, and found it was an exquisite small cotton jacket, embroidered with cute little animal patterns.

He could not help but imagine what this small cotton jacket would look like worn by a cute baby, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He felt this should be his mother's sleeping palace; these small clothes were obviously carefully prepared by his mother when she was carrying him, and after the baptism of years, they were still placed here neatly and orderly, as if time had never left traces on them.

Yan Jie gazed at this small piece of clothing, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

He carefully reached out his hand and gently picked up this small piece of clothing, as if it were an incomparably precious treasure. When he touched the soft fabric, he felt as if he could feel his mother's warmth and love.

He imagined his mother once holding this small piece of clothing in her palm, full of anticipation, waiting for his birth.

Memories surged like a tide; Yan Jie was immersed in his longing for his mother, unable to extricate himself for a long time. After a while, he slowly came back to his senses and tried to calm his emotions.

Next, he paced slowly around the room, carefully observing every corner, deeply engraving the appearance of this room in his mind.

Every item here, every detail, carried the traces and memories of his mother.

Finally, Yan Jie came before Qianqian. Qianqian saw at a glance that his spirits were somewhat low, so she comforted him with concern: "Jie'er, the departed are gone; please restrain your grief and accept the change. You still have us by your side."

Yan Jie looked at Qianqian and said softly: "I feel that my mother should have been a very lively and gentle woman. If she were still here, she would surely love me very much."