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Chapter 3944 4.1544 Recalling the Past, Cherishing Memories

Qiao Mu's eagerness immediately infected Mo Lian and the three little ones.

The Crown Prince held his hands slightly, letting his little wife lead him, almost running forward.

The Qiong Tian Jade Dragon, verdant and gleaming, wound its way to a courtyard enveloped in vibrant flowers and lush greenery, gently embracing the entire small dwelling.

It was like a pearl in the sea, treated with such tenderness.

Qiao Mu slowly stopped, instinctively clutching her husband's fingers, her eyes filled with a faint, glistening moisture.

Pushing open the vine-covered courtyard gate felt like unlocking deeply buried memories.

Following the faint, winding path filled with the scent of herbs, Qiao Mu slowly advanced, her eyes fixed on a tree in the center of the courtyard.

["Master, will I grow taller?"]

["Of course, you'll grow tall! You're seven now, and we're planting this sweet osmanthus tree. In ten years, when you're seventeen, it'll be ten years old. One year is like one revolution; ten years pass in the blink of an eye. By then, you'll have grown up, and Master will be old."]

["Then... Little Bao will make you beauty pills. That way, Master will never grow old."]

Qiao Mu stared blankly at the tree, her small hand unconsciously reaching out to gently caress its bark.

As she looked up, a gentle breeze brushed her face, carrying the fragrant scent of osmanthus. Tiny petals drifted down.

This place, it seemed... held too many of her memories.

So much so that with every step, she seemed to see familiar figures smiling and waving to her.

Qiao Mu pushed open the door to the wing room and stood quietly at the entrance, gazing at her lavish yet dignified boudoir.

Her fingers traced the long, bamboo-carved gauze window, then brushed over the Autumn Moon Begonia blooming brightly before the window.

She lightly swept the impeccably clean windowsill, and then brushed the beautiful couch by the window.

Her gaze settled on the view outside the window, watching quietly, barely blinking.

["A sword is a killing weapon. The moment you draw your sword, you should realize this."]

["Disciple, only villains indulge in excessive talk. When we subdue an enemy, never waste words with them. Always silencing them is the correct choice."]

["My sword points to the sky; what can the sky do to me?"]

She stood there, calmly looking out the window, as if seeing two peerlessly brilliant figures, faintly appearing and disappearing like butterflies flitting through flowers, their swords rapidly clashing, producing ringing sounds.

Her gaze shifted from the intertwined floral screen. She then walked out, gently pushed open the study door next door, and entered.

She walked over, looking at the two desks, one large and one small, placed side by side. She obediently sat at the smaller desk and gently touched the Xuan paper before her.

There were two drops of ink on it, forming a crookedly written character: Qiao.

It was as if she saw, through the years, a woman gently holding her almost transparent, pale little hand, writing stroke by stroke on the Xuan paper.

"Master, Martial Uncle," the little girl choked out, a tear dropping with a "thud," blurring the two ink stains.

Crown Prince Mo had been silently following behind her. Seeing her like this, he quickly stepped forward, supporting her shoulder, and softly asked, "Qiao Qiao, are you remembering something?"

"I'm remembering so much," Qiao Mu's voice caught, and she said softly, "Why my soul exploded, I'm not clear. But after the soul explosion, I know where I went."

My soul, it drifted and floated away with the wind.