Ten years later.

Yun Ji sat on the high dragon chair, looking at the ministers kneeling in the hall below, and suddenly, he had a feeling of being overwhelmed by the cold.

Ten years, he has been locked up in this cold palace by himself, ten years.

That year, in order to live, he desperately wanted to own the hall, but he lost the most important thing in his life.

On that day, at the top of this hall, he could have had other options...... But he still chose it.

On that day, under the winter sun, he made a gentleman's agreement with Zhou Zechen. ---- the one who wins can own the world, and the one who loses can own her......

At that time, he knew that he couldn't win against Zhou Zechen, but he still tried his best and tried his best. ---- no matter what, he wants to fight with Zhou Zechen in an upright manner, for the sake of the world, for the foundation of the ancestors, for the hatred of generations, and for her......

Yun Ji thought that he would play very chicly. ----Since he couldn't win, he naturally had to do his best. What's more, even if he loses, he still has her......

Yun Ji fought without any worries, played happily, got carried away, fought to the end, and even forgot himself, what he wanted, is it this world, or her?

He forgot, but Zhou Zechen didn't.

So, he won.

Win inexplicably, win at a loss.

"Yun Ji, I will give you the world you want in every possible way!" He only remembered Zhou Zechen standing in the night and said coldly, "But she, I won't let it go to you! In my heart, she is far more important than these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains." So, Yunjiao, congratulations, you won...... Congratulations, you've finally got your wish. ”

But did you really get your wish?

Yun Ji didn't know.

He sat on the dragon chair under him for ten years, but he still felt cold, so cold that people felt chills in his heart, so cold that he wanted to escape all the time.

Is this really what he wants?

If so, then why has he been living like the walking dead every day for the past ten years?

Mechanical and repetitive, numb and lifeless.

Yun Ji felt that he had almost passed his life in the past ten years. No, perhaps as early as the day they got married, his life had been buried in this eternal imperial industry.

He didn't know if it was this imperial hegemony that buried his children's love, or this hidden children's love that gave him this eternal imperial hegemony.

It wasn't until he suddenly remembered someone's coughing sound that Yun Ji sighed and came back to his senses.

Only then did he find that the ministers of the full hall had already left, leaving only Zhang Ping alone.

"Your Majesty. Zhang bowed and was about to speak, but Yun Ji waved his hand.

In the past ten years, the relationship between the two monarchs and ministers has long been incompatible.

"Zhang Ping," Yun Ji got up and walked in front of him and patted him on the shoulder, "Are you going to take leave to go to the Four Seasons Mountain Range again?" this year, it seems to be a month earlier than usual......

Over the years, Zhang Ping has taken two months to go back to the college every year, and for ten years, he has never stopped.

Zhang Ping nodded, "Yunxiao sent a letter, Xiang Wan gave birth to a daughter for him, and he was so happy, so please go back early this year......"

Since Yun Ji ascended the throne, Yun Xiao gave up his identity as the prince of Zhenguo, and took Lin Xiangwan back to the Four Seasons Mountain Range and returned to Qingyi Academy. Today, both are the youngest professors in the college.

Yun Ji nodded slowly, looked at Zhang Ping and opened the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he just sighed deeply.

Ten years of monarchy, where would Zhang Ping not know his thoughts.

It's just that......

"Your Majesty," Zhang Ping thought for a while, and then stopped, "This year, Su Su and Zhou Zechen will probably return to the academy ......"

Yun Ji's eyes moved slightly, but he still shook his head after all, and didn't say anything.

In fact, he has always known about her.

From her wedding, from the time she took over the position of the dean of the college, from the time she followed Zhou Zechen to the end of the world, from her refusal to return to the capital...... He knows it all.

However, it is only known.

Over the years, she had never asked anyone to bring him a word, and of course, he had never asked for any of that. ---- he knew that Su Su was so smart, when she came back to her senses, she would definitely be able to figure out that back then, he still calculated her first and used her......

This is something that even Zhou Zechen knows, how could Su Su not know?

Yun Ji thought bitterly. Therefore, he should not have such extravagance. Therefore, over the years, he has been lovesick to the bone, and when he thinks of that person, his heart hurts terribly, but he has never taken the initiative to write a word to her.

Because, he didn't dare. Because, too, he was afraid.

Su Su didn't write to himself, he could still deceive himself and say that the other party put him in his heart, and it was because he was worried about Zhou Zechen, the vinegar jar, that he didn't take the initiative to write to himself.

But what if he wrote a letter to the past, but he couldn't receive a reply from Su Su for a long time?

When the time comes, how will he deceive himself?

There are eight hardships in life, and the most bitter thing is that you can't ask for it or let it go. So, he can only deceive himself.

But if one day, he can't even deceive himself, how can he survive the most bitter life that he can't ask for and can't let go?

Yun Ji didn't know.

He only knew that even if ten years had passed, as long as he thought of her, his heart would still ache for a while, and he couldn't speak.

Yun Ji often smiled bitterly, why is it that ten years have passed, and he is still numb from pain? Why is the pain in his chest still so bloody, as if someone has gouged up a piece of it? Why...... Knowing that it would hurt, he still couldn't help but think of her all the time?

He still clearly remembered that year, when they were in the prime of their youth, Cardamom, in the starry sky, he waited for her in the Milky Way Valley of the Academy.

It was that night that he was a young man, and he suddenly felt a touch of tenderness in his heart, thinking that maybe he could hold her hand from now on for the rest of his life.

But she didn't want to, the world is impermanent, before him, she had already met a him.

He lost, he lost early. But it was not lost to time, but to Zhou Zechen, but ...... Lost to himself, lost to the dragon chair behind him, lost to this splendid country, and lost to the hegemony of the ancient emperor!

Yun Ji sighed, turned around and walked to the dragon chair on the high platform.

"Zhang Ping, you go. He waved his hand toward his hand, "Go and see for me, she...... How are you doing?"

Asking what is the situation in the world is a promise of life and death.

Yun Ji didn't choose to promise life and death, he chose to lock himself up.

Across this palace, across that academy, and across him and her......

Zhang Ping watched him walk towards the back of the dragon chair step by step, only to feel extremely lonely, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

In the past ten years, Yun Ji has been alone, and there is not even anyone around to talk to. Zhang Ping knows the bitterness in his heart.

But in fact, why did he bother?

As an intermediary between the academy and the imperial court, he always knew that although Su Su had never returned to the capital over the years, in her heart, she had never complained about Yun Zhang, nor had she ever hated Yun Zhang......

It was Yun Ji himself, who locked himself up and never wanted to come out again.

"Your Majesty," Zhang Ping finally couldn't help but look up and say before leaving, "Su Su once said that you will always be her best friend......

Still is...... Best friend?

Yun Ji wanted to laugh, but he could only tilt his head hard to prevent tears from falling.

Friend...... It's also good......