The Guangling Army returned to the capital in triumph, with crowds lining the streets to welcome their heroes.
Murong Feng rode at the front, dignified and awe-inspiring—this was his moment of glory.
Luo Huanghun slipped away from the procession and returned quietly to the Luo family home.
Her father brought out the family rules to punish her, but her mother stopped him with tears.
Luo Chenhui circled her, amazed. "Not bad! Our Luo family produced a female army doctor."
Luo Huanghun rolled her eyes and hugged her mother, softly comforting her.
Her father sighed. "You truly inherited your grandfather’s medical skills. He would be proud."
Luo Huanghun smiled gently. Looking at her lively family—her brother alive, her parents safe and not exiled—her eyes filled with tears.
She had finally changed her fate, and her family’s.
Stepping outside, she saw the blue sky—everything was so beautiful.
She glanced toward the palace. Today, besides Murong Feng’s triumphant return, it was also the day of the Prime Minister’s trial.
The Prime Minister was sentenced to death, his family exiled. Thanks to Murong Feng’s plea, Ren Jingsi was spared execution, but he was banished from the capital and forbidden from holding office for life.
Before leaving, Ren Jingsi saw Luo Huanghun one last time, but Murong Feng held her tightly, not giving him a chance to say much.
Everything was finally coming to an end.
All the regrets rooted in Luo Huanghun’s heart were finally resolved.
There was just one thing she worried about: "The war is over, there’s nothing left for the emperor to reward you with. Will he..."
Murong Feng smiled. "Just wait and see."
At the Luo residence, Luo Huanghun received an imperial edict granting her marriage, along with a special reward for the Princess of Lin’an.
Since Murong Feng himself could not be further rewarded, all honors were given to Luo Huanghun.
For a time, the Luo family was the talk of the capital.
More importantly, Murong Feng relinquished his military command and requested to leave the capital. After the wedding, he set out to travel the country by imperial order.
Luo Huanghun once asked him, "Isn’t this a loss for you?"
Murong Feng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the beautiful land of Great Yin. "In the first half of my life, I fulfilled my promise to protect Great Yin. In the second half, I want to live for myself."
He reached out to Luo Huanghun. "Will you travel this beautiful land with me?"
Luo Huanghun smiled and placed her hand in his.
Murong Feng gripped her hand tightly. "Besides, all the generals at court were trained by me. It doesn’t matter where the military power lies."
Luo Huanghun couldn’t help but laugh.
The wedding of Prince Guangling Murong Feng and Princess Lin’an Luo Huanghun was a grand affair, the streets adorned in red for miles, dazzling the capital and making countless young women envious.
Even though Luo Huanghun was remarrying, no one dared to criticize—Prince Guangling was not someone to be trifled with, and he fiercely protected his wife.
Those who knew their story were deeply moved.
Not long after, on a mountaintop in Jiangnan, Luo Huanghun and Murong Feng stood together at sunset. Murong Feng suddenly said, "Shall I recite a poem for my lady?"
Luo Huanghun was curious. "What poem?"
Murong Feng recited leisurely, "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, only because it is near dusk."
They looked at each other and smiled. With the one they loved by their side, nothing in the world could be more beautiful.