Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Bai Yu slowly approached and saw that Ji Yunshang had been waiting there for quite some time. Compared to before, she had lost some of her defiance and gained an air as ethereal as a fairy.
The moment their gazes met, Ji Yunshang froze for a moment, and then the last trace of resentment in her eyes faded away.
"My Ji Clan's three-thousand-year dominion has ultimately been destroyed. Bai Yu, tell me, how am I supposed to face you?"
Ji Yunshang let out a heavy breath, speaking those words in an almost joking tone. From the moment she awoke and learned everything that had happened here, she had known that it was already too late.
What was more, it had actually been handed over by her own son.
"I think you're quite good as you are now. You no longer have that extreme obsession hidden in your heart, nor do you carry guilt toward anyone."
"You never wanted to take part in these struggles to begin with, did you?"
"You merely wanted to protect what you believed should be protected, and so you had no choice but to sink into the mire, until in the end you could no longer pull yourself free."
Bai Yu smiled, slowly stepped forward, gently wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and spoke in a low voice.
Ji Yunshang struggled slightly before her expression turned helpless.
Ji Hao had said these things to her as well. But unlike Bai Yu, Ji Hao had held no interest whatsoever in these struggles for imperial power ever since he could remember.
He had only turned things into this because of her.
The ideal he had pursued all his life was nothing more than freedom and ease—traveling the continent, living under all manner of