It is the seventh hundred and thirty-third year of the Gregorian calendar in Kunzhou Continent, and it is September 5, the eleventh year of Hong Rui of the Tiandu Dynasty.

Prince Dun's palace was full of white people, and Princess Dun's wife Ji Yuling resisted the edict and refused to marry on her wedding day, and burned herself in the bridal chamber. The Emperor of Tiandu was furious and judged Prime Minister Ji Rui to have deceived the emperor and committed an unforgivable crime. Prince Dun was kind-hearted and thought of the couple.

Chang prepared funeral arrangements for his deceased wife, and declined the emperor's order to inspect the Prime Minister's Mansion. At that moment, the first-grade general of the dynasty led a powerful enemy general and led his troops to lead fifty-three people in the Prime Minister's Mansion, including the Prime Minister Ji Rui, the Prime Minister's wife, a seven-year-old

The eldest son Ji Yuxuan, the five-year-old second son Ji Yulan, and the three-year-old daughter Ji Yuning were tied up and thrown into a prison.

King Dun repeatedly interceded on behalf of his father-in-law Ji Rui and his family. The emperor thought that the prime minister had worked hard for more than ten years since the founding of the country and had made great achievements, so he ordered everyone from the Ji family to be sent to the border.

The next night, Prince Dun's Mansion, which was lively yesterday, is still lively today. The same thing is that the protagonist is the Prime Minister's daughter Ji Yuling. The difference is that yesterday, she was attending a wedding and today she is attending a funeral.

Tingfeng Tower, Xiyuan, Wangfu.

After passing the two guards downstairs, the maid in green carefully stepped onto the wooden stairs of the attic with a cup in hand. She tried to make her steps lighter and lighter, and finally approached the young man in plain clothes on the attic. She walked

He bowed and said: "Prince Dun." He gently placed the tea cup on the side of the young man's desk, and then bowed and retreated without stopping.

The young man was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He did not raise his head from beginning to end, sitting quietly in front of the case, his brush dipped in ink flying back and forth on the paper, writing one after another without stopping.

"Brother Linglang!" A girl in purple clothes suddenly ran up to the attic, shouted coquettishly and came close to the boy's side, and pulled up the boy's sleeves coquettishly.

Ye Yang Linglang slightly frowned his delicate eyebrows, and after a pause, the overflowing ink finally clicked along the tip of the pen and fell on the words he had just written. The ink quickly penetrated and stained the words.

A piece of it. The original handwriting is almost unclear.

Spirit. Stained with ink, it is no longer the spirit of the word "ling".

Ye Yang Linglang gently put down the pen in his hand. There was still a gentle and distant smile at the corner of his mouth, but today he looked more expressionless. He quietly looked at the purple clothes beside him who were still tightly tugging on his sleeves.
Chapter completed!