Chapter 1137: Chapter 1137: You Foresee Everything, Yet You Cannot Prevent It

For two consecutive days, Zhi’er seemed to be immersed in a kind of marital harmony.

Not only did everyone who saw her call her the Commander’s Wife,

even Feng Fuce himself acted as if he had started to settle down.

He would bring back anything given to him in respect by others to Zhi’er.

Sometimes it was a box of gold, sometimes a string of tourmaline.

Every time, Zhi’er would suspiciously ask, "Are you sure we can accept these? Long Xiyuan really hates people taking bribes!"

Each time, Feng Fuce would sip his tea and say calmly, "After accepting them, I always hand them over first. He told me to bring them home."

"Long Xiyuan said that as long as the person is one of his own, and the mistake isn’t severe, he can turn a blind eye."

Zhi’er pouted and mumbled, "Hmph, he really knows how to play with people’s hearts."

The relationship between Long Xiyuan and Fu Xiru became increasingly good.

Every day, he would come to accompany Fu Xiru for meals.

Occasionally, when Long Xiyuan wasn’t busy, he would come to read together with Fu Xiru.

They sat under the big tree, talking about the poems they had just seen.

Zhi’er leaned against the pillar, resting her chin on her hand, smiling at this loving couple.

"In the future, if we have a child, if it’s a boy, I’ll teach him horseback riding and archery, and if it’s a girl, I’ll rely on you to teach her calligraphy."

Long Xiyuan held Fu Xiru’s hand, smiling as he spoke about the future.

Fu Xiru’s eyes revealed a look of longing.

She gazed at the serene sky and couldn’t help but laugh, "Yes, hopefully he can be like Your Majesty."

Long Xiyuan embraced her from behind, "By then, it will be the two of us who will love you, care for you, and protect you."

Fu Xiru smiled tenderly and happily.

Meanwhile, Zhi’er, who was standing behind a distant pillar, found her eyes becoming red.

Feng Fuce stood beside her, his gaze always focused on her expression.

Seeing her cry, Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "You are moved to tears by others’ happiness?"

Zhi’er turned away, not wanting Fu Xiru to notice her tears.

She choked softly, "I just... feel sorry for them."

"Because we all know that Fu Xiru’s life is coming to an end."

"You know how things will unfold, you know what fate holds, and you even know that after leaving this dream, the real Long Xiyuan won’t even remember that in the dream, he and Fu Xiru had reconciled."

"You know everything, and you can’t stop their parting in life and death."

"Why do some people only realize their regrets after losing something."

Zhi’er felt a bit guilty, "If only I could have met them sooner, if only I had come to Great Qin before the Empress passed away."

Feng Fuce watched her tears fall and felt his own heart tighten.

He reached out and gently held her in his arms.

"There’s still time. At least we can help her fulfill her wish, letting her leave without any attachments," Feng Fuce lowered his head, speaking in a deep, soothing voice.

After a moment, he looked up and noticed Long Xiyuan and Fu Xiru looking their way from a distance.

The Empress and her husband smiled with perfect understanding, as if teasing Feng Fuce for gently comforting his wife.

They did not know that the future Heavenly Daoist was weeping for Fu Xiru’s fated destiny.

Nor did they know—

That at this moment, the notorious Demon Lord in the Three Realms would, for the first time, feel pity for mortals because of the tears of the Heavenly Dao Lady.

The wheels of fate will continue to roll forward, and no one has the chance to turn back.