The Old Emperor's backup plan took effect at this moment.
Zhao Lu opened the letter, but before she could read it,
she recognized her father's handwriting.
Then, she felt dizzy and disoriented.
She clutched her head, her vision blurring.
Then she toppled headfirst onto the ground.
A Gu Worm, entirely black and so tiny it was almost impossible to notice, crawled out of her head.
It paused faintly in midair before lightly fluttering its cicada-wing-thin wings.
The Gu Worm stared at the letter.
At the same time.
At Shu Mountain, beneath the thatched hut.
Li Xuanxiao finished reading the letter and clicked his tongue.
That Old Emperor was truly sinister.
Even at the very end, he had buried so many hidden mines for him. Fortunately, he had made a little preparation.
When Zhao Lu opened her eyes again, she found herself sitting on a swing.
Still clutching the letter her father had left her, Zhao Lu froze for a moment before coming back to herself.
Why did it feel as though she had just fallen asleep?
Zhao Lu looked again at the letter in her hand.
It was her father's handwriting.
Zhao Lu read on.
My daughter Lu'er:
As you read this letter, it is as though we meet face to face. By the time you see these words in my hand, you have likely already heard of the sudden calamity.
Do not immerse yourself too deeply in grief and pain, for neither can change what has already happened.
All men must die; some deaths weigh heavier than Mount Tai, while others are lighter than a feather.
At this moment, perhaps your heart feels as though knives are twisting through it, but remember: though what is lost can never return, life must continue onward.
You cannot remain standing in the