Everything that was in the past has become history. That is also the past that Mu Nianhui remembers with painstaking memory. The past as a Waiji.

From the moment those people at that time sent him out of the palace, there was only one belief in him, that is, no matter what, to meet the princess again.

The tragic identity and status did not make him get his wish. However, the little skill he learned in the palace allowed him to maintain his hunger to some extent.

Or Huaiji's emblem is smart. In addition, he can do everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so his life is not too poor.

I don't know what happened to the princess? I don't know how her life is now, and have those people embarrassed her anymore......

Countless times such a question would appear in Mu Nianhui's mind. He was worried, worried, but there was nothing he could ...... There was no way for him to see the princess again.

He tried asking someone else to inquire, but to no avail. The high palace walls seemed to seal all the news in the imperial city, and there was no information at all.

In the eyes of the world, at that time, the most favored princess was lucky and happy, because she did not have to worry about hunger, and she did not have to worry about everything about herself.

Only Waiji knew what happened to the princess at that time. It's not as good as the fate of ordinary people.

All the rituals of feudal society shackle people breathlessly, but they are powerless to resist.

Waiji began to annoy himself again. The intense worry and anxiety made him extremely tired physically and mentally.

"I've got to figure out a way, find a way to get news of the princess. Waiji muttered helplessly to himself.

However, the days are still going by, and this thought is getting stronger and stronger, but the result is getting more and more slim.

Finally, one day, there was news of the princess. At that time, Huai Ji tore all the calligraphy and paintings in his house, tore them to pieces, and tore them all over the ground.

He burst into tears. The heartbroken cry could be heard outside the house.

He waited until he could see the princess, but it would never be possible. The princess is gone......

"Such a strong and good person, just gone. She was young, a decade younger than herself. ”

The only faith was shattered, and Waiji's heart died with it.

He collapsed limply on the ground. The small room was dim. Through the crack in the door, the light was very faint, and I could faintly see the pieces of paper on the ground.

Tears poured down her face. He didn't dare to accept it, but he had to accept it.

At this moment, he hammered his chest a few times in frustration, and then he coughed. Perhaps, this way can make him breathe a little.

The princess is gone. He will never see the princess again. The smile of the former princess is something he will never forget. However, it was never possible to see it again.

He slowly got up and opened the door. The sunlight shone in his eyes, allowing him to block it with his hand naturally.

Waiji walked out, and he looked up at the sky. It's still that clear sky.

After some time, he came to the place where the princess was buried. At this time, his heart was unusually calm.

He touched the princess's inscription with his hand. It felt like the princess was standing right in front of him.

An obsession came out of his heart. A wake for the princess. He still has to continue to protect the princess.

He guards the princess every day, and he feels at ease. Days like this are more reassuring than ever. Time flies, and he slowly ages until he ......

No matter how many lives he was reincarnated, he always remembered his identity as Huaiji and everything that happened at that time.

In this life, even the name he chose for himself was to remember the princess forever. The name of the princess, to no time, he will not forget. What a beautiful name, it has been deeply engraved in his heart.

Mu Nianhui was very fortunate that he finally lived up to his search and waiting. Let him meet the princess's future life. Although, that person didn't know him.

This is already a great honor for Mu Nianhui. God really favored him again. I remember that the last time I met the princess.

The early morning sun illuminates the whole house. Mu Nianhui straightened his collar in front of the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror, since God had not erased the memories of his several lifetimes, then this favor was the best gift for him.

Mu Nianhui took the briefcase and went to work.