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Chapter 45 The Mysterious Ceremony
The next day was the birthday banquet for His Royal Highness Huan Richu.

Jun Yi hurried back, barely catching up.

He and Huanri Chu had already made an agreement.

No matter what major event happens, as long as Jun Yi is still alive, he must stay by Huan Ri Chu's side on this day.

Huanri Chu's biological mother, Concubine Shun, could not leave the palace freely, not even for her own son's birthday banquet.

His Majesty the Emperor was always busy, so he would only send someone to send birthday gifts on the day of Huan Ri Chu's birthday banquet, and he would never show up.

In order to consolidate his imperial power, Huanri Mingxi built the Prince's Hall of Huanri Chu and the palace of another prince, Huanrixu, both inside the imperial city and outside the palace.

Although the palace of the former Crown Prince Huanri Chu was built in the palace, it was already in ruins.

What happened back then dealt a heavy blow to Huan Ri Mingxi, so that the princes born later, Huan Ri Chu and Huan Ri Xu, could not accompany the concubine mother.

The only person who can get in close contact with him is Huanrizhu, his titular "successor prince", and now, His Royal Highness the crown prince of Huanri Kingdom!

Although in fact, Huan Ri Chu is His Royal Highness, but he is still unable to compete with the forces behind Huan Rizhu, so in fact, the real His Royal Highness Huan Ri Chu only has a name in vain.

It is a rule that the princes can only enter the palace to pay respects to their father, queen, mother and concubines every ten days.

It is completely different from other countries, even Jiangxian Empire has no such regulations.

Therefore, Junyi became Huanri Chu's only emotional sustenance.

Even if he wanted to pick up Sheng Fengxue back, he had to wait until His Highness the Crown Prince's birthday was over.

He will attend His Royal Highness's birthday banquet every year, from Huan Richu being conceived by Concubine Shun, to every birthday banquet of his.

"Chu will soon be 12 years old, which means I have been here for 12 years."

Jun Yi was lying on the bed, even if he was sleeping, he would not take off his white mask. Few people in this world knew his true face, except for those few people from the Department tribe.

Even Huan Richu didn't know Jun Yi's original appearance.

Ru Yi knew about it, that's why she dared to say those words in front of Jun Yi.

"12 years of reincarnation, 12 years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, if I don't find her again, I'm afraid the ceremony will be invalid, and then I will be forcibly taken back to the tribe."

Jun Yi looked up and thought to himself.

Under such a situation, he naturally couldn't fall asleep, although he was very tired, although there were still many things he needed to do.

No matter how many threads there are, it will always be that person who comes first!

"The general didn't even leave me any time to ask questions. After so many years, I still haven't been able to understand the meaning of her last words."

Since he couldn't fall asleep, what a leisurely person like him should do is go to the courtyard to enjoy the moon.

Under the laurel tree, there is a stone table with a purple sand pot on it, with a wisp of white smoke rising from the spout.

The crystal clear white jade cup next to it was empty, and a bay leaf fell beside it.

He liked to drink tea very much, but because Ru Yi liked it, he didn't like it so much.

There are moon-white flowers blooming beside the rattan chair, surrounded by clusters, and there are small light blue flowers in the distance, like stars twinkling in the sky.

The night sky just after the heavy rain stopped was the most beautiful. Jun Yi was lying on the wicker chair, surrounded by silence, no one approached this other courtyard except him and Huan Richu.

But now Huan Ri Chu must be too excited to sleep, tossing and turning on the bed thinking about the grand occasion of tomorrow's birthday party.

Huan Ri Chu likes to be lively, the more people there are, the better.

Jun Yi likes to be quiet, no one is the best.

"I don't know what Ru Yi's plan is," Jun Yi lay on his side, squinting at the nearest little star, "I don't know what this woman is thinking!"

He rarely saw such a desperate woman, besides Kongqin and Ruyi, Sheng Fengxue was the third one.

Even Concubine Shun didn't work so hard for her son.

"The more desperate people are, the more terrifying they are," Jun Yi said to himself, pulling out his right hand from his sleeve and poking the little star in the air, "For example, Kongqin, Ruyi, and this woman."

There are many things that cannot be said in front of others, so he can only hide in a corner where no one is around and talk to himself.

Half asleep and half awake, Jun Yi suddenly remembered Sheng Fengxue's babble when he had a fever, and he couldn't help thinking: "Is it a coincidence that this woman said these words, or did Ru Yi do it on purpose."

He felt that it was necessary to meet Ru Yi again tomorrow.

irritable.

Rare irritability!
The stars twinkle in the distance, and the moon is dimly surrounded nearby.

Every year at this time of the year, he would return to this place again in his dreams.

The same place, the same person, the same situation, and his same prayer...

In the far east, there is a very high mountain range.

The mountains are steep and rocky, and there are many magical formations in them. Only the local elders can freely enter and exit them.

Ordinary birds and beasts can't get close to it, and ordinary people can't find the slightest trace of it.

The trees are full of shade, covering the sky and the sun.

There is no sunlight in the mountains, only the light of the sky shakes slightly.

Scattered black hair blocked a crying face, and behind him stood a man with his hands behind his back all the time.

It was so dark in the high mountain that it was impossible to see the faces of these two people clearly.But judging from their height, build and age, the two look like a father and son.

In front is the tomb of the female general.

There are a lot of flowers in front of the grave, and an ugly tree in the middle of the grave grows surprisingly well.

He regarded it as her existence, so no matter how many times he did not have the heart to pull it out.

The boy knelt on one knee before the grave, buried his head deeply in the crook of his knee.

"Prince Nanxuan, the female general is no longer here..."

The middle-aged man standing behind sighed and comforted him.

"I don't want it!" Nanxuan roared tearfully.

"As long as she is here, it doesn't matter if it's a phantom, or anything else, as long as this king... she is still by my side."

Nanxuan's voice was terribly low, as if his soul had been sucked out by something.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, it was totally not like what Prince Nanxuan would say, especially the last sentence.

"It would be great if he could say this earlier..." the middle-aged man thought sadly.

Things are never assumed.

"The soul will be bound and bound by the sorrow of the living, and cannot go to the kingdom of God to attach to the living. It is a terrible thing."

The man came back to his senses for a moment, held back his sad thoughts for a moment, and tried to speak in a cheerful tone.

"It's not scary at all!" Nan Xuan stubbornly refused to turn his head.

"The local belief of the Jipoli people, if the memory of the widow is strong enough, the dead will not be able to go to the kingdom of God, but will possess the soul of the person closest to him, waiting for resurrection."

The middle-aged man saw that the timing was about the same, and reminded him.

"...Really?!" Nanxuan suddenly stood up and asked eagerly.

"Then let me ask you, how many years are you willing to wait for her?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Ten years, 20 years?" Nanxuan asked back, and then blurted out, with a firm tone: "I am willing to wait until my death!"

"It's really impossible without her here..." The middle-aged man sighed and thought.

Now I can only gamble and put all my eggs in one basket.

Seeing Nanxuan staring at him unwaveringly, he said again after a pause: "I will arrange the ceremony myself. Your first task now is to try to collect evidence that she has existed here."

"Of course, the more vivid the better. It's best if she can remember what happened before and who she really is!"

"Understood!" Nanxuan replied cheerfully, ecstatic.

"Of course, even if we are lucky enough to find her, it might not be her by then..."

The middle-aged man said something again, staring at the grave with his hands behind his back.

"This king understands." Nanxuan replied.

It doesn't matter who she becomes, as long as she is still alive.

Either way, it was a great relief to him!
"His Highness Nanxuan, please cherish your life... If she comes back and you are gone, she will be very sad."

"I know!..." Nanxuan replied.

"Also, you should also care about the people around you."

"Elder Lin, what do you mean by that?" Nan Xuan asked.

"Think about it yourself." The middle-aged man clasped his fists in a salute, and then left without looking back.

"That's great, General!" Nan Xuan looked back, and bowed deeply to the silent grave!
"General, please give me a chance to meet again..."

(End of this chapter)