Cixi, who stood in front of Yang Yi, was panicked. The years of house arrest made Cixi's once glamorous look dry and pale. It seemed that she was afraid that Yang Yi would be dissatisfied with waiting. Cixi, who had packed up her, quickly stepped out of the arch and stood in front of Yang Yi.

Cixi said carefully and whispered: "You are here." Yang Yi looked up, and what came to her was Cixi's contradictory gaze, humble and hopeful. It can be seen that Cixi had dressed up carefully, with some blush on her pale cheeks, adding a little color of life to Cixi's originally pale face. Her moon-white short shirt still set off Cixi's beautiful figure, and her hair was sparse and smooth. She stood there pretty, feeling pity for people to watch. Perhaps it was a mistake in her busyness, and the hairpin on her was slightly crooked.

Is this the same Cixi who manipulated China's destiny for decades? Yang Yi couldn't help but ask himself this, asking if he had done too much. Cixi, who had no right to support him, was always just a weak woman. Her eyes became more eye-catching due to the thinness of her cheeks. The spirit in her eyes was no longer there, and only a trace of shame and mercy passed by. Looking at Cixi, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel aching in his heart.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Yang Yi slowly stretched out his hand, straightened the hairpin on Cixi's head, closed his eyes, Yang Yi's slightly trembling hand slowly slid across Cixi's forehead and cheeks, and suddenly Yang Yi felt a warm and wetness. Yang Yi, who opened his eyes, saw a Cixi who was crying. At this moment, everything seemed to have become less important. Cixi in front of him was just a woman, an ordinary woman, a crying woman, and a woman who needed a warm embrace.

If Yang Yi was with Cixi at the beginning because of mutual utilization and physical needs, and later, feelings inevitably arise in mutual interactions, then now Yang Yi and Cixi may have only pity, a kind of pity for the old emotions.

Yang Yi, who was trained in another world, was almost slutty, but when he came to this completely strange era, Yang Yi, who was once slutty, became easily soft-hearted, which may be a kind of balance.

"Want to be an ordinary woman? My woman." Yang Yi looked at Cixi. Yang Yi's words were the last answer and the last choice for Cixi.

Faced with this choice, Cixi was filled with joy and tears, and she could no longer speak, but she nodded constantly. The tears soaked Yang Yi's hands and the collar of Cixi's chest.

"I prepared a residence in Tongzhou and brought your son with me. I will arrange for someone to take care of you. In Tongzhou, Beijing is very close to me, and I will visit you frequently."

Zeng Guofan died, and Yang Yi fulfilled his promise to him, and remained unchanged in the emperor during Zeng Guofan's lifetime. Zeng Guofan's life was considered to be devoted to the shaky Qing Dynasty, but history would not reverse its development trend because of individuals.
Chapter completed!