46: Chapter 46 The gentleman... he had vanished so completely.

The last few words were as light as a sigh, scattering with the wind.

At the same time, the last remnant of his image completely dissipated before Zhuge Jinyu's eyes.

"No—! Sir!!!"

"Don't go, please, you must not go!"

"Xiao Yu does not want to wait for your next life; Xiao Yu wants to be your wife in this life!"

With Su Chen's complete death, the dream space where Zhuge Jinyu was located began to gradually crumble and dissipate.

The surrounding scenery also began to spin dizzily.

Soon, it vanished from sight.

"Right, I am dreaming."

"This is a dream, this is a dream!"

"As long as I wake up, it will be fine. The Sir should still be in the mirror, waiting for me to see his face!"

Zhuge Jinyu sat up abruptly from the couch.

Her heart throbbed with pain.

The command tent was already empty, and outside the tent, faint sounds of shouting and killing could still be heard.

"I..."

She felt the immense cultivation of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm within her body.

She felt her heart pulse, which was intact and even tougher than before.

She felt as if something had quietly shattered.

She lowered her head in a panic, subconsciously looking at what she was holding in her arms.

The ancient mirror that had accompanied her for ten years, carrying all her longing, reliance, and love.

It lay there quietly.

But...

On that smooth mirror surface, a clear crack, like a hideous scar, snaked from the top left corner to the bottom right, splitting the mirror in two.

And around this main crack, there were dense, spiderweb-like fine cracks spreading out, forming eight distinct pieces.

On the shattered mirror surface, there was no longer even a trace of mist.

However.

Behind the mirror, that person she thought of day and night was also gone.

Zhuge Jinyu was stunned.

She sat on the bed, staring at the empty mirror.

She could no longer feel the slightest hint of familiar aura or warmth.

The one who would gently call her "Xiao Yu."

Who would helplessly call her a "silly girl."

Who would shield her from the wind and rain, who would defy the heavens and change fate for her.

The Sir who would say "I love you" to her at the very last moment...

Was gone.

Disappeared completely.

Tears were like beads with a broken string.

They gushed out, instantly blurring her vision.

The air in the tent seemed to freeze under the heavy atmosphere brought on by her overwhelming grief.

Cold wind blew in through the gaps in the tent, making the candlelight flicker.

It illuminated Zhuge Jinyu's soul-lost, stunningly beautiful face.

The cracks on the mirror were hideous.

For her, for this victory.

He burned up his final existence, completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

Leaving not even a trace, not a whisper of his aura for her.

Only this broken mirror proved that he had truly existed in her life.

Ten years of time, etched into her bones and heart.

"...Next life... perhaps I can still be... the husband... of the Female Prime Minister of Da Qian..."

The intermittent voice still played back in the Female Prime Minister's mind, like a curse.

"Wuu..."

Zhuge Jinyu curled up abruptly, unable to hold back her sobs.

Her thin shoulders trembled continuously.

She could not let out a louder cry.

Extreme sorrow had long since swallowed her ability to wail.

Just then, the tent flap at the entrance was suddenly lifted.

It was Huang Ying.

She rushed in, bringing with her several jubilant and excited female guards.

Their voices were so excited that they had gone out of tune.

"Chancellor! Chancellor! A great victory! A great victory!"

"Sima Yi has been executed! The sixty-thousand-strong army of Da Wei has been routed along the entire line!"

"Our army is pursuing the victory, and the restoration of our homeland is just around the corner!"

"Chancellor! Your military strategy is truly divine! Not only were you able to command every one of us from within the tent to achieve this great victory."

"But you also broke through to the Tribulation Transcendence Realm in the heat of battle and personally killed Sima Yi!"

"If not for your display of supreme divine abilities, we... we..."

Huang Ying was so excited that she was incoherent, and even stuttered when she spoke.

This was the first time Zhuge Jinyu had seen such an expression of wild joy on the face of this usually calm and restrained adjutant.

Seeing Zhuge Jinyu curled up on the couch, she assumed it was because the Chancellor had exhausted herself after killing Sima Yi.

And the tears on her face must have been tears of joy.

Zhuge Jinyu raised her head abruptly.

Through blurry, tear-filled eyes, she looked at Huang Ying and the generals whose faces were brimming with the wild joy of surviving a catastrophe.

In their eyes, there was awe for her, and cheers for the victory.

But there was nothing else...

"You..."

That was it.

Why did they all say that it was she, Zhuge Jinyu, who killed Sima Yi and led Da Qian to victory?

But those were clearly things that the Sir had done!

She had seen it with her own eyes.

Zhuge Jinyu retorted, word by word.

"What are you talking about?"

"The one who commanded the army was the Imperial Preceptor Su Chen! The one who killed Sima Yi was also the Imperial Preceptor!"

"It was he who saved everyone, it was he who..."

"Sacrificed himself..."

The Young Prime Minister was, at this moment, even more afraid than when she had lost Su Chen.

She feared being separated from him, but feared even more that everyone would forget him.

She feared that the Sir was merely a dream she had had for ten years.

"Imperial Preceptor? Su Chen?"

Huang Ying and several guards frowned, thinking carefully, then shook their heads.

"Chancellor, please rest well. I know that killing Sima Yi consumed too much energy."

"This victory over Da Wei can be said to be your own achievement; where could there be any help from an Imperial Preceptor?"

"Furthermore... since the founding of our Da Qian, we have never established the position of Imperial Preceptor, and there is no one named Su Chen in the imperial court."

Another general also chimed in.

"Yes, Chancellor!"

"It was you, in the final moment, who descended like a god and killed Sima Yi in one strike, which caused the enemy army to rout."

"The forty thousand soldiers outside the tent all saw it clearly."

"You are the savior of our Da Qian, a military god of this era."

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhuge Jinyu crawled up from the couch and held up the shattered mirror.

"Huang Ying! They might not remember, but how could you not remember?"

"The person in this mirror, the 'male ghost' with whom I spoke every night, and later waited for every night to wake up!"

"A few days ago, we even spent the Spring Festival together."

"At the opening ceremony of the Nourishing Sanctuary, he was standing right beside me."

"Not to mention the earthquake back then; it was the Imperial Preceptor, Sir Su Chen, who manifested his presence and stabilized the foundation of the Imperial City."

"Have you all forgotten?!"

In Zhuge Jinyu's fox-like eyes, which were usually full of schemes, there was now only desperation.

She wished she could pour out all the proof of Su Chen's existence at once, trying to find even a shred of recognition or memory in their eyes.

Huang Ying looked at her rare display of loss of composure, and a sense of sorrow welled up in her heart.

She had assumed it was because of overwork that she was having hallucinations.

"Chancellor, please calm down. I will tell you about these things you mentioned, bit by bit."