River Lord God

Don't even mention that they didn't know Yang Yuhuan.

Even if they did know her!

For someone branded a demonic consort who had thrown Great Tang into chaos, it would already be merciful if they did not grind her bones to dust!

How could they possibly build her a new grave?

As for Li Jiqing...

Verdant Green Maiden did not know whether the mere decade or so of feelings between him and Yang Yuhuan—feelings whose sincerity she could not judge—would be enough for him to still have the mood and energy to send someone here to rebuild Yang Yuhuan's grave after entering Shu to avoid disaster.

There were too many uncertainties.

Verdant Green Maiden's answer left Yang Yuhuan silent.

Then Yang Yuhuan went to sit off to one side and slowly began telling Verdant Green Maiden about everything she had experienced over the past ten years.

This was not the history books recorded by others, but the past as told from her own lips.

Her thoughts, everything about her.

Verdant Green Maiden did not interrupt, simply listening with patience.

Go on.

Go on.

This was her last chance.

Verdant Green Maiden had always been patient with those about to die. After all, the dead deserved respect!

Unless absolutely necessary, she would not lose her temper with someone who was about to die.

Unfortunately.

Yang Yuhuan did not finish.

The chaotic sounds outside had already drawn near.

Footsteps were coming this way.

Someone pushed open the door.

Verdant Green Maiden vaulted up onto the beam in one fluid motion. Yang Yuhuan did not even have time to react. After staring blankly for a moment, she turned to look at Li Jiqing as he entered.

Li Jiqing's gaze was deep, his eyes heavy with sorrow. Yang Yuhuan rose to her feet and