On this day, the royal palace was bustling with extraordinary fervor, as the whole nation celebrated.
And on this night, Zuo Yijue drank glass after glass until he finally got himself drunk.
He left the banquet hall early, his steps staggering, and came alone to the palace's back garden.
He lifted his head to gaze at the bright moonlight, curved his lips into a smile, and as he laughed, tears began to stream down his face.
He was finally going to let go of her, let go of the obsession and deep love in his heart that had lasted for more than twenty years.
But then, his heart felt empty.
It was as if everything was empty, no obsessions, no desires. In this moment, it was as if his soul had been hollowed out, leaving nothing but an empty shell, merely existing like a walking corpse...
"Brother Yijue." A female voice came from behind him.
"Xingye?!" Zuo Yijue turned around joyfully, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, twinkling like the stars.
Chi Xingmu was taken aback.
