As things have developed so far, they can't help but wonder. If the civil strife had been launched later, when His Majesty led the army, would the previous predicament be solved?

In that case, Huailin would not have to die, the Sang family would not be wiped out, and the people who love each other would eventually get married.

However, there was no Sang Huailin to send Zhang Wenrong away. There was no Zhang Wenrong who was rescued by Fang Youan and taken to Tianchong City.

Will Your Majesty be able to arrive as scheduled? Your Majesty will be late. How late will he be?

If Sang Huailin were alive, could he watch so many people dying of cold and hunger without being affected? How could he be indifferent? Without His Majesty, the people would be faced with the situation of hunger and cold.

Sang Xu must choose to give it a try.

He is just that kind of person.

Just because he is such a person...

Zhang Wenrong's talent amazed her throughout her life, and she kept it in her heart. The next day, she advised Zhu Qinghong and recommended the orphan of the Sang family as the city lord.

The orphan of the Sang family, Sang Huailin's sister, Sang Yu.

Zhu Qinghong personally summoned her, but the sixteen-year-old girl was lifeless.

"You live in a city and bear the responsibilities of a city. Can you do it now?" Zhu Qinghong looked down at Sang Yu, "You have a choice. Continue to depend on others, or grow into an upright city lord. You are an orphan of the Sang family, don't be humiliated.

The name of the Sang family."

Sang Yu raised her eyes slightly, her eyes filled with excitement. She was the daughter of the Sang family and could not embarrass the Sang family.

After kowtowing earnestly, Sang Yu is willing to be the city lord: "The daughter of the people is willing to protect the safety of the people and protect the peace of the people in this life."

Zhu Qinghong nodded and agreed.

Give her the city that is the ancestral home of the Sang family. Sang Yu will really protect this place with his life.

Sang Yu thanked the Holy Father and came out with tears in her eyes. The Sang family will not decline, there is still her, there is still her...

A few days later.

Sang Yu set off with the family's memorial tablets. Zhang Wenrong, brother and sister, arrived at the gate of the city.

Zhang Ze wanted to speak but stopped talking several times.

Smiling slightly, Sang Yu shook his head gently and silently said sorry. Zhang Ze's eyes were sad and he barely managed a smile.

Sang Yu left, and a group of soldiers accompanied her. She had a new world, a future of her own choice.

The love between children is long, too young is too young.

Looking at Sang Yu's retreating figure, Zhang Wenrong seemed to see Sang Huailin riding his horse and whipping his whip.

Childhood sweethearts, but love is deep and shallow.

Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. In this life, Zhang Wenrong wore plain clothes and never married. No one could be as young as her.

Zhang Ze bit his lower lip tightly, unable to hold back the cry. Zhang Jin touched his head, it was fate but not fate, that was probably the case.

Sang Huailin and Zhang Wenrong were childhood sweethearts.
Chapter completed!