Until Dong Huiying entered Dongdi, she woke up twice.
Once, she lamented, you and I are really alike.
They indeed had similarities, such as their deep feelings. They had different flaws, no one is perfect, neither of them were ideal. However, the presence of Dong Huiying filled many of her gaps, like her family, her guilt towards the Liang family, assisted her dear friend Yun Ge, rescued the Empress, and the Ninth Princess in the capital, Ji Jiuhuang.
In the heart of the Marshal, there was gratitude towards Dong Huiying.
She knew that this body no longer belonged to her; she had died back then, and now what remained was merely a ghost in the common sense, perhaps just a wisp of a soul.
She intended to leave Qinghe, but she was not as academically adept as Dong Huiying; the witchcraft had to be resolved quickly, otherwise, it could very likely endanger life. At that time, the threat would not be to the Marshal but to Dong Huiying herself.
The Marshal stood by the window.
