That evening, after searching for fish to no avail, Zhenjin returned home to open the latest letter sent by Yue Wushuang. The letter mentions that Namuhan has passed away and that his father Khan and mother should return. There is nothing else to do with that. Zhenjin stored the letters in the drawer of his desk, and more than a hundred letters were already stored in the drawer. He turned off the light, closed his eyes, and in his dreams, in the shade cast by the maple trees, he saw a beating heart in the river through the gap between Namuhan's half-held right hand and the fishing rod.

At noon, Zhenjin sat under the green shed. He kept staring intently at the legs of the people who came and went in front of him, and the weeping people flashed before his eyes, and the sobbing sound was drowned out by the earth-shattering sound of gongs and drums. All in front of me are white, white belts, white hats, white shawls. He suddenly felt a sense of unreality, as if people were not walking on solid concrete floors, but walking in the hot air. Their voices seem to be wrapped in an invisible membrane, and their movements seem to be blocked by the heavy temperature—a sense of unreality. As if what is happening at this time is not death, but an illusory rebirth. But the earth-shattering sound of gongs and drums is trying to play such a role.

Real Gold stood up and took a few steps. He saw Yue Wushuang sitting on the edge of the coffin, and her body was also white everywhere. She didn't cry, she just sits. Someone who came and went took her by the shoulder, and then left, and then another person came again, performing another so-called comfort ritual after another. Yue Wushuang never looked up to see who was caressing her shoulder at this time. Zhenjin wanted to step forward, but at this moment, Yue Wushuang raised her head, and she looked at Zhenjin. Only then did Zhenjin feel the incomparably dazzling sunlight, causing him to be unable to see Yue Wushuang's eyes clearly. But he realized that the darkness of Moon Wushuang's pupils was like the darkness in the window of her residence every night. True Gold stood on the solid stone floor, a silent aura enveloping him. The coffin was next to Yue Wushuang. Namuhan was indeed dead.

After the funeral, Zhenjin saw Yue Wushuang sitting by the river. He sat next to her. "He wasn't in good shape, and I knew from the beginning that he wouldn't be able to hold on. I can see that so many people didn't make it, why could he make it. ”

True gold never came to the river at noon in the middle of summer, and the surface of the river was so radiant that they wouldn't notice even if the transparent fish was right in front of them. Green maple leaves fell around the two of them, and some of them still fell on the surface of the river, obscured by the sparkling waves in front of them. He peeked at Yue Wushuang a few times from time to time, and found that Yue Wushuang had not turned her gaze to himself.

"Did he tell you? Transparent fish. Jin asked.

"He often mentioned it to me when he was recuperating."

"Me too. He told me about it the first night. I come here every evening and I don't see it. ”

"I've never seen it either."

"I think it should be a big fish."

Jin Jin looked at Yue Wushuang, he hoped that she was looking for that big fish in the river. Although Yue Wushuang was staring at the river, her eyes were only on a maple leaf floating on the river. He was disappointed.

"Maybe it's a lie." Yue Wushuang said the word with difficulty, "People who are dying will always make up lies in order to win the attention of others. Maybe it was just his own imagination. He may have mistaken his imagination for reality under the influence of the heavy feeling of death. ”

Jin Jin looked at the sparkling river in front of him, and he felt that there was a transparent fish the size of a goldfish, jumping on the surface of the river. Because the sun was so dazzling, he was not sure that the little fish was real. Maybe it was just his imagination, an imagination used to refute Yue Wushuang's opinion. He looked at Yue Wushuang, who was also looking at him at this time, and he nodded at her. Only then did Zhenjin notice that under Yue Wushuang's white shawl, she was wearing the same brown undershirt as he was wearing. He wanted to tell her that he saw it, just as he imagined her to reappear before his eyes.

"It's not a lie, the fish was really there, I saw it." Jin said.

Yue Wushuang looked at him in surprise, he pointed to the river, she looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, she saw the transparent fish.

The fish seemed to know that the two of them were watching it, and swam as fast as it could, and then leaped out of the water and fell in front of them.

Zhenjin and Yue Wushuang saw that the fish froze the moment it landed, turning into a small round transparent crystal ball.

Yue Wushuang and Zhenjin were all stunned, and after a long time, Yue Wushuang stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold the crystal ball that radiated colorful light.

The moment her fingers touched the crystal orb, a flash of light flashed, and the image of a beautiful woman with a faint transparency appeared in front of the two of them.

"You...... Who is it? Seeing the young woman in her twenties in front of her, dressed in Song clothes, the fear of the real gold guard gradually disappeared, but she still asked.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." The woman smiled at Zhenjin and waved at him, "My name, Your Highness still doesn't want to know." ”

"You're from Song, right? Why come here? What to do? Yue Wushuang stared at the other party and asked.

"Even if it's a Song person, I'm here to congratulate His Highness, who will replace Xue Chan Khan as the lord of the world." The woman laughed.

"No kidding." Zhenjin's face became gloomy when he heard this, "Have you ever seen a poor prince like me?" In the eyes of your Han Chinese, I may be the successor of Hehan, but in the eyes of us Mongols, my younger brother is the one who inherits the throne of Hehan. ”

"Brother Sun, what's going on with what he's saying?" Hearing Zhenjin's melancholy and sad answer, Wang Linlin couldn't help but ask Sun Hui in a low voice.

"He is right, the Han dynasty is to appoint the eldest son as the prince, and the Mongols are just the opposite, the younger son continues the system." Sun Hui replied with a smile, "So he wants to take the position, it's really troublesome at this time." ”

Sun Hui told Wang Linlin that from the perspective of the Han people, the establishment of Zhenjin as the crown prince was in line with the usual practice of the traditional Central Plains Dynasty. It is precisely because of this that the Confucian ministers of the Yuan Dynasty had high hopes for him, believing that Zhenjin was already the prince, and the era of Confucian governance was coming, and the status of the Han people in the Yuan Dynasty would improve. However, although Kublai Khan used Genghis Khan's legacy as the basis for the canonization of the crown prince in his edict, this method of establishing a prince did not conform to traditional Mongolian customs. According to Mongolian custom, the establishment of a new Great Khan must be approved by the Kuritai Assembly, which is a gathering of clansmen, before he can become the legitimate Great Khan. Therefore, the crown prince of Zhenjin was controversial among the Mongol nobility.