The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

The governor announced in the street: "The dog is listed as the auspicious animal of Chang'an County, and is also a good omen for Youzhou."

Shi Anxue was so happy that she touched Ye Baoer and said, "Ye Baoer, you are the mascot."

Ye Baoer seemed to understand and howled, the sound of his barking spread far away. Other dogs followed suit, and the barking mixed with the sound of gongs and drums, making it lively and festive.

After walking for a while, Shi Anxue commanded Ye Baoer domineeringly, "Hurry up and get on the carriage. You haven't recovered from your injuries yet."

Ye Baoer followed the command and jumped onto the carriage. The rest of the dogs also got on the carriage instantly.

When we reached Shili Pavilion, eighteen men came over carrying the Wanmin Umbrella. The gold-painted ribs of the umbrella shone brightly in the morning sun, and the tassels hanging down were made of strips of patchwork quilt.

The umbrella surface is covered with dense red fingerprints, and when the wind blows, it looks like thousands of prayer lanterns inserted on the river bank.

Following behind was a monk from Chang'an Temple, holding a gilded bronze chime, and the sound of Sanskrit filled the Ten-Li Pavilion like a tide.

The leading master held a nine-ring staff in his hand, and the copper bell hanging on the top of the staff was in harmony with the wind chimes on the eaves.

Shi Anxia hurriedly led everyone to lift the curtain and come down, clasping her hands together.

The young girl took the lead and stood in the rosy glow, her appearance solemn, dignified and gentle, her bright pupils reflecting the rising sun.

She was not wearing fancy clothes today, only a moon-white skirt with light blue lotus embroidered on the hem. When her skirt fluttered in the wind, she looked like a fairy from under the seat of Guanyin.

Suddenly, a white dove was startled from the bell tower in the distance, flew over the princess' head, and dropped a piece of white feather.

"Please look, Your Highness." The master pointed at the umbrella. The sunlight shone through the red fingerprints, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

The light and shadows gradually condensed and turned into a huge lotus shape. In the center of the lotus, the word "compassion" could be vaguely seen.

Shi Anxia's pupils trembled violently.

What shocked her was not the lotus light and shadow carefully designed by the master, but the word "compassion".

In the calligraphy style, the last stroke of the word "compassion" sounds tragic because of the sadness in the heart.

It was clearly written by Empress Dowager Huizheng on the imperial desk the night before she led the army to fight.

Past and present lives are like dreams.

Shi Anxia's originally calm pupils suddenly became turbulent, and his mouth became dry. "Master, may I ask who wrote the word 'compassion'?"

The master was stunned. He did not expect the princess to ask such a tricky question. After thinking for a while, he answered honestly, "I don't know. These two words have been enshrined in Chang'an Temple since ancient times."

Shi Anxia only felt that the mysteries of the world, like the secret of her rebirth, could not be explained in words.

In the distance, the people of Chang'an walked slowly with lotus lanterns in their hands. Although the wicks were not lit, they reflected colorful light in the sun, which contrasted with the red marks on the umbrellas, as if thousands of blessing lanterns were blooming in the river.

The master put his hands together and said in a loud voice: "As the Buddhist scriptures say, 'One thought of compassion brings all things together.' Your Highness has great merit and wisdom. This is a blessing for Youzhou and Beiyi."

Just as he finished speaking, a deep bell sound came from the bell tower in the distance.

The men holding the umbrellas knelt gently in the yellow dust. In an instant, they knelt inside and outside the pavilion, with their temples wet with morning dew sticking to the yellow earth.

When the rosy glow spread over the Chang'an Temple in the distance, the princess's convoy eventually became a dot of ink in the sky.

The people were still standing there, looking at the deep and shallow ruts on the official road, which were filled with the rain that had fallen for days after the earthquake, and reflected the morning glow in the sky.

Shi Anxia never expressed the wonder of the word "merit", just as she rarely talked about the secret of rebirth.

Everything in the world has its own rules. She knew that she could be reborn because of her good deeds.

There were two people standing on Guanyin Mountain opposite Chang'an Temple, sighing.

"Alas, our Emperor Heng is so wronged that he has become the consort of the Northern Wing."

"Why are you sighing? What's wrong with being the consort of the Northern Wing? Look how much Princess Haiyan is loved by the people."

Even from a distance, Wang Yi and Wu Xianwen could see the splendid scene of the Wanmin Umbrella and the lotus lanterns shining together.

"The people of the North Wing only remember the princess's merits, but not the hard work of her husband."

"It's so sad. The one who did the work was our Emperor Heng, but all the credit goes to Princess Beiyi. Alas... Alas..."

"Forget it, stop sighing. It's a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten." Wang Yi put away his sourness and lowered his eyebrows. "Now that the two of us have accumulated merits in Dong'an County and are loved by the people, isn't Emperor Heng also hiding his merits and fame?"

Dong'an County, like Chang'an County, was the epicenter of the earthquake. If it weren't for the Prince Consort's proper arrangements, the consequences for Dong'an County would be disastrous.

The situation now is similar to Chang'an County. Some people who did not believe in evil have died, but most of the people are alive and are rebuilding their homes.

Thinking of this, Wu Xianwen couldn't help but sigh, "Yes. If Emperor Heng is still Emperor Heng, our Liang Kingdom should be as powerful as Beiyi, right?"

"The only thing that can contain Wan is the North Wing." Wang Yi watched the princess' carriage convoy finally disappear in front of him. "Wan can't control the North Wing, and has already stretched its claws to our Liang State. The Wan delegation will visit next month. If Emperor Yong can't withstand the pressure, there may be a war. We should return to the capital as soon as possible to deal with it."

"Emperor Yong..." Wu Xianwen suddenly hesitated, "I wonder if my brother has noticed that the emperor is in poor health and often looks as pale as wax. I heard a secret that the emperor is looking for someone to make an elixir."

Wang Yi frowned, his heart trembling, "God's curse!"

Most of their Liang kings and ministers did not live long, and those as old as them were very rare.

"Oh, right," Wu Xianwen took out a brocade bag, "Emperor Heng gave it to me. He told us to go back to Beijing and take a look at it."

Wang Yi took a glance and was very jealous, "Hmm, Emperor Heng treats you differently after all."

Wu Xianwen slapped Wang Yi on the shoulder, "Old boy, you are jealous of this! Emperor Heng said that this is for you and me!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go back to Beijing!" Wang Yi finally felt relieved. He looked into the distance again and even the dust raised by the princess's convoy could no longer be seen. Then he turned around and left with Wu Xianwen.

At this time, Kang Chenyan sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, concentrating and calming his mind. His chest rose and fell slightly, and he was obviously trying his best to hide his inner emotions.

Just now at Shili Pavilion, someone came with a message saying that Yuan was hanged in front of the Kang family's gate early this morning because she was divorced.

Revenge at last!

He had been planning for several years, waiting for this moment. If his aunt were still alive, she would surely be very pleased.

He was not stained with blood, but he forced the Yuan family into a desperate situation.

Kang Chenyan wanted to laugh out loud, but found that he couldn't. It was as if the boat had passed by and the past was like smoke.

He no longer had to confine himself to the past, dwelling on revenge day and night.

He has a bright future and a promising future.

The North Wing he loved was getting better and better. He was living in a prosperous era, which was a good time for him to show his talents and compile a medical book that would be passed down through the ages.

He and Miss Xiyue are engaged, and they will surely love each other after marriage.

Kang Chenyan did not laugh out loud, but just smiled restrainedly: fate had been kind to him after all.