Nian Xia looked at the clean man with a faint smile, not knowing if it was because she had experienced too much. She was no longer as lively as she used to be. Although she was in her twenties, in the prime of her youth and beauty, her heart felt like that of an old woman who had gone through many hardships.

"Master Fu, I won't be going." She said slowly.

Fugo wasn't surprised, seeming to have expected it all along. "It doesn't matter, I waited not for anyone else, but for myself. Just like you are devotedly guarding the person in your heart,"

Nianxia opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Fu Ge stopped her. "I'm glad you came to see me off. I don't know if this will be our last goodbye."

"Ger, why say such an unlucky thing?" Lady Wuling Hou advised.

Fuguo looked at his mother, feeling guilty, but he still didn't regret his choice. Letting them see his life slowly slipping away seemed crueler to them.

He returned to Jiangnan, and his life came to an abrupt end. At least they wouldn't have to endure so much suffering.

"If I die, will you still remember me?" Fugo looked at Nianxia expectantly.

Ni Xia gazed at his clear eyes, truly the cleanest she had ever seen. They were free of any dust or impurities, with no desires, no competition.

She nodded, "People actually die twice."

Fugo was slightly taken aback, but he didn't interrupt her.

One time is physical, one time is forgotten. If you remember, then that person will always live with you.

Fugo sighed, a hint of relief crossing his features. "So, the person you love will never be forgotten."

Therefore, he will never have the chance in this lifetime.

Nian Xia smiled and lowered her eyes, "It's not just lovers, friends are the same. As long as you put your heart into remembering, they will never truly disappear from this world."

So… are we… friends?

Of course, it is Nian Xia's honor to be friends with someone like Master Fu.

Fugo smiled, "No, it's my honor to be friends with someone like you, Nasa. You showed me that the best kind of love can transcend death. I apologize for any trouble I caused you."

Nian Xia shook her head.

Fugo's carriage gradually moved further away, snowflakes fell softly, and Nianxia also felt a trace of sadness in her heart.

Lady Wu Linghou also because of thinking about Xia's recent words, was increasingly respectful towards her. After all, she was a person by the Empress Dowager’s side, and the words she spoke were so reasonable.

"Xiǎnxià, if you have the opportunity, would you please persuade Gē'er to return to the capital? It's not for any other reason than that it would make it easier for me, as his mother, to take care of him."

Niang Xia looked at Wuling Hou's wife, feeling a pang of sympathy for her. Although she wasn't particularly close to Fu Ge, his resolute departure couldn't simply be attributed to romantic feelings.

She understands this feeling because she's experienced it before.

"Madam, Mr. Fu has put in a lot of effort. Believe me, seeing the life of the one you love slowly fading away while being powerless to do anything is truly unbearable. Of course, I don't know either how much harm this path he has chosen has brought you."

The Lady of Duke Wuling was stunned, understanding her son's meaning. The tears she had just held back welled up again. She took Nianxia's hand and wept uncontrollably.

Niànxià didn't cry, she just felt a nameless pang of sorrow in her heart.

This matter still spread throughout the capital. Some people thought that Niang Xia was loyal and affectionate, refusing to remarry for her deceased husband and not coveting wealth and honor. Others felt that Niang Xia was clueless. To be the young mistress of the Wuling Hou's family was something many officials' daughters yearned for. As a widow and even a servant girl, she refused, truly not knowing her place.

However, Xia heard these rumors, but she didn't care. She just wanted to do what she wanted to do.

Fu Jiu Jiu was known for being fiercely protective of those close to her. She seized an opportunity and dealt with several of the most malicious gossipmongers, effectively putting an end to the situation. After people learned that Nian Xia was a favorite in the Empress's court, no one dared to provoke her anymore.

Nianxia also knew that Fu Chi Chi treated her well, and she would repay him with everything in her life.

The weather grew increasingly frigid, and Fu Chi-Chi, with her burgeoning belly, became less inclined to move. She sought refuge in her own palace, indulging in hotpot accompanied by fresh vegetables from the spatial pantry. In this biting winter, it couldn't have been more delightful.

Tang Xian was a good husband, and an even better emperor.

In the north, even during winter, it was difficult to find so many fresh vegetables in the palace. However, as he was the emperor, if he wished for them, those below him would travel thousands of miles and work tirelessly to fulfill his desire.

But ordinary people can't.

He didn't have the uncanny space of a woman, but because he was well-read and interested in some modern things, of course, those high-tech ones were out of the question. He thought that no matter how smart he was, he couldn't figure them out.

"How can you not eat?" Fu JiuJiu placed the freshly cooked spinach into his bowl and then took a large bite herself, a satisfied and happy smile on her face.

"I was thinking, how can we add more dishes like this to the tables of ordinary people?"

Others probably don't understand, but Fujujù is extremely intelligent. "Do you want to knock down the greenhouse?"

Tang Xian smiled wryly, “I’d like to, but it’s difficult. We don’t have plastic, and we can’t produce it.”

"Then glass!" Fu Jiujiao said, "Glass houses can both keep warm and allow light in. The cost is a bit high, but this kind of thing gets easier with practice, so the cost will come down gradually."

Tang Xian had also thought about it, but he still had his concerns. "It's not impossible, but it would be difficult to make sure that all the people could eat it."

Fuju patted his hand, "Nothing happens overnight. Everything takes a process. We'll do our best to pave the way and lay a good foundation for the children. We still have sons, and our sons will have sons. It's always possible to achieve it. You've already done very well."

Fu Jiu Jiu knew that many emperors throughout history sought immortality. That's why she was afraid to expose her space ability, because she feared it would attract the attention of those who craved eternal life. Tang Xian now used the convenience of her space to help the common people, which Fu Jiu Jiu was happy to see.

Tang Xian nodded. "Since you trust me so much, what else can I worry about? Hurry up, old hairy belly…"

"Ouch!" Fu Jiu shrieked, hurriedly fishing out the tripe. Few royal family members were willing to eat this, finding it disgusting. But Tang Xian, under Fu Jiu's guidance, ate with gusto. She even shared her homemade sausages with several of her brothers, waiting for anyone who dared to gossip and then telling them what those sausages were made of. ???.biQuPai.

Tang Xian was a decisive person, saying and doing what needed to be done. With Fu Jiujiu's help, he quickly established a place for glassmaking.

At first, the ministers thought this was absurd. However, after seeing the results, they kept silent and exclaimed that the Emperor was wise. They said that with such a wise ruler, the dynasty would last for thousands of years.

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