Even if Zheng Nianru was reluctant, Prince Duan, in his previous life, had turned his hair white with worry for her and lived half a lifetime in constant fear, never knowing a moment's ease. Yet, even so, every time there was a crisis, Prince Duan always protected her, to the point of disregarding right and wrong, black and white.
As Zheng Nianru entered Prince Duan's Mansion, that forlorn feeling from her memories grew even stronger. If she felt she owed the most to anyone in her final moments, it was her father; the only one she was worried about was also her father. However, when the sword thrust toward her, she suddenly felt a sense of release and "bravely" impaled herself on its tip, as if that were the best solution to end all her suffering, all her loss, and the muddled confusion that ensnared her.
"Nian Ru." Prince Duan had already come out to greet her, his face showing signs of concern at the people accompanying her.
