When everything returned to calm, all that was left was a wasteland.
Xilin didn’t witness the end of the war.
Before that, she had already fainted.
Upon waking again, she found herself in a temporary hospital amidst the ruins.
Ti accelerated once more.
Louis watched this wasteland witness 24 sunsets before Xilin saw Princess Consort Diana again.
Seeing that Diana was in much better spirits, she asked in confusion:
"What did you do to make the Emperor so distraught?"
Diana replied with a smile:
"Perhaps he thought he might lose ?"
These words made Xilin sowhat anxious.
The Princess Consort’s health had not been well before.
Now hearing such words, she understandably panicked.
Princess Consort Diana comforted her saying:
"He had a little problem earlier, I helped him resolve it, but got slightly injured. Your artwork was a big help; otherwise, it would’ve been quite troubleso."
"Aren’t you afraid?" Xilin sensed the problem was likely not as simple as the Princess Consort described.
Though she had never t the Emperor, she knew the Emperor’s reputation outside.
To cause such distress to soone like that...
To this, Diana said:
"Xilin, if one day you et soone you never want to give up on, you’ll understand."
A mont later, she added:
"Maybe you’ve already t them?"
Xilin was a bit bewildered.
She didn’t quite grasp the Princess Consort’s aning, but she had no one she liked at the mont.
That day, she t the rescued Half-Demon Little Maid again.
The maid still appeared ntally unstable but recognized Xilin.
With a slight stutter, she handed a dinsion bag to Xilin.
It was the dinsion bag Xilin used to store her finished paintings.
Before heading to the Imperial Palace, she had left this item at ho.
Unexpectedly, during the sudden chaos, the little maid had managed to bring the dinsion bag out.
That night, he found so ti to inventory the paintings inside the dinsion bag.
Suddenly, she saw a painting.
That painting depicted snow-covered city walls.
No one was more familiar with that artwork than Louis.
It was "Snow Country Border".
"Strange, it feels like sothing is missing in the painting."
"What exactly is missing?"
The little maid said nothing.
She just bowed her head, helping Xilin organize the paintings, handing them to Xilin in the order of the dates left on the artworks.
Suddenly, when she received one painting, her face showed a strange expression:
"Master, the painting is strange."
Hearing her voice, Xilin curiously went over to take a look.
"Huh? Who is this?"
The painting showed a handso young man with blond hair.
Xilin laughed cheerfully, saying:
"This appearance is quite to my liking."
"But why do I have no recollection of this painting."
He reached out to gently stroke the dried paint, his face a bit puzzled.
She was an indisputable genius in the field of painting.
Just by looking at this painting, she could feel an unimaginable love behind it.
But that love was both familiar and strange.
"Master, your face."
The maid handed a handkerchief to Xilin.
Only then did Xilin realize that, for so unknown reason, her eyes had been shedding tears.
She could even feel her heart beating faster.
An indescribable emotion spread through her heart.
"What’s happening?"
She was sowhat at a loss.
The style of that painting was undoubtedly hers.
But in her mory, she had never seen this painting.
It felt as if soone had forcibly excavated a piece of mory from her mind.
"But... that strange feeling isn’t a lie."
The painting was clearly her work but lacked the miraculous touch of a finished masterpiece befitting of her genius.
Not that the painting was fake, it was just missing the eyes.
As if there was so reason that caused her to stop painting midway.
"You go out first, let stay for a while."
Although Xilin was physically frail, she was not foolish.
"... Only the emotions conveyed by the painting do not lie."
She gently caressed the artwork, tears streaming down.
But no matter how sad she was, she could only recall vague mories.
There was always soone in those mories.
They were like a veiled view through fog, indistinct.
But that sincere happiness left her at a loss for what to do.
Suddenly, ti stopped at this mont.
Louis felt like he was transported back to Byron Territory.
At this mont in Byron Territory, in Rudelson’s room, he looked pale and emaciated.
He looked as if a gust of wind could take him away from everyone.
Bishop Tut quietly kept vigil by his side.
Suddenly, Rudelson slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at Tut and said:
"Imperial Capital..."
"She’s fine, although injured, she’s safe now."
"Help up..."
"Rudelson..."
"Help up, let see the northern scenery again."
Bishop Tut couldn’t refuse him, and could only help him up.
Rudelson sat by the windowsill, looking at the snowy landscape outside.
"It’s good, the snow in Byron Territory is too cold for her, she should be in a warr place."
"Do you truly believe that?"
"Mm, by the way, Tut, I’ve arranged an heir. If any trouble arises in the family in the future, please look after her."
"Is it that girl?"
Tut pointed to a girl training in the snow.
The girl had rosy lips and white teeth, possessing a fine appearance, and was an orphan from a branch of the Rudelson family.
Louis took a glance and sighed.
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