The full moon hung high in the sky.
Alone in a foreign land, a stranger in a foreign place; whenever holidays came, one missed home all the more.
Wei He found himself unconsciously recalling that verse.
He raised his head to gaze at the flawless moon in the night sky, and scenes of Eldest Senior Sister Yuan Du Zi teaching him seemed to flash through his mind.
Yuan Du Zi's perfect face gradually overlapped with the round moon in the sky, like an illusion.
In the blink of an eye, that exquisite face slowly changed into that of his master, Li Rong, then into his wife, Wan Qingqing, and Princess Hanquan.
One familiar face after another gazed at Wei He, as though waiting for him to awaken them all once more.
He closed his eyes, and his heart became tranquil.
"The loneliness of today is merely a brief trial."
He murmured softly.
"Wait for me. Very soon, very soon, we will meet again."
Knock, knock, knock.
The faint sound of a personal guard knocking came from outside the door.
Ever since Wei He had completely taken over all military authority in Ning Province several days ago, Chen Youguang had been placed under house arrest and forbidden from leaving at will.
All senior generals under Chen Youguang's command had been controlled by Wei He with deadly poison.
Without taking the antidote at fixed intervals, their internal organs would rot within three days, and they would die.
Wei He had no time to slowly win over these ordinary people. What he wanted was obedience—the absolute execution of his will during this period.
"What is it?" Wei He looked toward the courtyard gate.
"My lord, Zhong Ling has arrived," the personal guard answered swiftly.
"Let him in." What Wei He sensed was not