Ji Yanchen closed his eyes and exhaled a deep breath.
He just felt physically and mentally exhausted.
The road to national restoration is already full of difficulties, but why are some people still so impulsive?
"master……"
"I will rescue them, and you take them to hide."
"But the Imperial City dungeon is heavily guarded and cannot be entered at all."
"Back off."
Ji Yanchen's voice was filled with deep weakness, and even the corners of his eyes and brows were clearly tired.
He found a position and sat down weakly.
Jixuan was his only sister. He promised his father, the Queen, and his mother that he would risk his own life to protect Jixuan from growing up safely.
Ye Feng looked at him deeply, "Master..."
"Back off."
Ji Yanchen had no intention of talking more, so Ye Feng also retreated worriedly.
As night gradually fell, Ji Yanchen huddled alone in the room without lighting a lamp. After a while, he gently hugged himself.
His heart was filled with desolation. These days, everything was weighing on his shoulders.
Everyone told him that his mission was to lead the people of Xijiang to complete the restoration of the country.
But over the years, under the governance of Gu Tingfang, Da Yin has become rich and powerful, the country is prosperous and the people are peaceful, and no one dares to make any mistakes.
But what about the western ginger back then?
The powerful ministers were in a state of decay, the people were complaining, and the border areas were ready to make trouble. However, the ultimate cause of Xijiang's demise was the ignorance of the father, the emperor, and the queen.
What would be the use of such a country being restored?
In the past, he always felt that his short life would be over if he just endured it.
In life, there must always be a destination, and there must always be a goal to keep yourself alive.
He has always regarded the restoration of the country as his lifelong belief.
But……
Later, he met Yin Luzhu, which gave him other hopes and expectations in the days when he saw the end at a glance.
He wanted to find a paradise where everyone in Xijiang could live a happy life. No one would be trapped by the restoration of the country, and no one would have to sacrifice their lives in vain to realize the dreams of others.
But there are some things that you just can’t do and you can’t help yourself.
After all, God was cruel to him. He gave him beautiful hopes every time, but in the end, he took this hope away from his hands.
The closed door was suddenly pushed open, and footsteps came in.
Thinking that Ye Feng had left and returned, Ji Yan said in a deep voice, "Didn't I say not to disturb you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the footsteps stopped.
Then, he came forward again.
Ji Yanchen frowned, and then smelled a familiar smell.
Yin Luzhu knelt down in front of him, her black eyes bright and picturesque, "Ji Yanchen, are you unhappy?"
"No, Your Majesty." His voice was cold.
Yin Luzhu came a little closer to him, reached out and patted his shoulder, "If you are unhappy in any way, tell me and I will help you. I hope you never have to be troubled by anyone or anything."
Hearing this, Ji Yanchen trembled slightly.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly became wet.
Over the years, I have experienced countless sufferings and suffered countless injuries, but I have never shed a single tear.
But for some reason, this man's simple and ordinary words set off huge waves in his heart.
As soon as Yin Luzhu retracted his hand, he felt a chill coming from the back of his hand.
She looked at Ji Yanchen in surprise.
In the dark night, she couldn't see his appearance clearly, but she knew that this man was crying.
