If it was about any other dispute, she would apologize. But this time was different, this time she had to say -
"This is an order."
She stared into Ke Fan's eyes.
"My mother gave the order herself."
"'The four seasons cannot exceed their authority, and the knowledge of the earth cannot be disturbed.'"
"Go back to Apis to find mom, or hide in Victoria's castle, it's up to you." Ke Fan calmed down a little, but still took a few steps back with the sword in hand, shaking his head slowly: "Whatever you say! I won't go back!"
"I want to avenge my sister. I will peel off their skin, chop their rotten meat into pieces and burn it with flames! I will use the thick smoke from my anger to overturn the ominous fog! I will kill them all and make them understand what terror is—"
She retreated farther and farther, faster and faster, and finally turned around and ran, running desperately across the frost-covered wasteland with the sword left by the Green Dragon Queen.
The celestial phenomena began to diverge at this moment.
Dazzling golden rays of light shone through the dark clouds, and the scorching summer sun jumped out like tearing through a layer of black cotton, hovering above Xia Zhisichen's head, faithfully following her all the way away.
Meanwhile, Haradini's head was still covered with dark clouds. The weather seemed to reflect her mood, and the snowstorm was gradually turning into a hailstorm.
This can't be seen at any time, right?
Xia Yibing looked at the dark clouds and hail here, then looked at the clear sky gradually fading away in front, and suddenly she had the illusion that the world was split into two.
What is this? Internal strife?
Will there be summer after that?
The amount of information received in just a few minutes was a bit too much, and Xia Yibing couldn't help but start to have wild thoughts.
For example, she is particularly concerned about one thing now, that is, the sudden death of Si Chen in the spring, does it mean that spring will no longer exist?
There will be no more seasonal changes in the summer when Ke Fan is in charge, and similarly, there will be no more warm sunshine in spring and summer when Haratini is in charge of winter.
She couldn't help but focus her eyes on the red-haired goddess.
In the autumn, Emera, it seems that this guy has become the most crucial character without realizing it...
Facing the gaze that traveled across time and space, Emera took a step forward.
Then comes the second step, and the third step.
"Are you going with her?" Haradini finally reacted.
Her face turned very ugly at this moment. After all, she never thought that she would lose three relatives at the same time today.
"Sister Kefan's temper is her biggest weakness." Emera shook her head. "If anger could solve the problems we face, then there would be no Four Seasons Plan, and Apis would not need to leave Namiia... We must be clear about this: those enemies, those things that can't wait to devour us, the more irrational we are in the face of them, the more likely we are to fail."
"You have to help her." Haradini's expression became a little better. "Go and protect her."
"My sister will be angry if she hears this." Emera smiled and said nothing.
"And summer alone would harm lives, I have to reconcile that... This is part of the Four Seasons Plan."
"What about me?" Haradini's lips began to tremble, "My winter... Isn't the wind blade of winter worth staying in autumn?"
Faced with this question, Emera did not make any answer, but just looked up at the sky, looking at the hail that had disappeared, melted, and disappeared silently between heaven and earth.
"If it's Kefan's winter, I wouldn't dare to leave."
“But this is Sister Haradini’s winter.”
"You have a warm heart..."
Emera finally left.
Across the plateau and across the mountains.
Go follow the summer, go protect the summer.
The Queen of Winter did not try to persuade them to stay. She stayed with the biting winter wind, locked herself in the empty palace, refused to see visitors, and kept the dark clouds in the sky all day long, day after day, year after year.
The direct consequence of this was that... people were surprised to find that the four seasons no longer alternated.
If spring doesn't come, there will be no summer and autumn. All that can be seen all day long is the cold winter, the white frost, the snow, and the sky, the sea and the earth frozen in the low temperature.
At the beginning, the order was relatively stable. Adhering to their love and faith in the Goddess of Time, people chose to endure silently.
But gradually, rumors spread.
"Have you heard... those four princes seem to have had some conflict..."
"Impossible, how could you believe such a thing..."
"But it's true that spring hasn't come for a long time... I've never seen such a long winter. It's been nearly four years, right?"
"I can tolerate one or two years, three years is not impossible, but it has been four years, four years, dear... How long do we have to endure the frost and cold before spring comes?"
Hitzfeld and Xia Yibing watched the entire process.
The "Sword of Ahoyin" is, after all, a "relic" that was taken directly. The flashback scenes associated with it are numerous and dense, and it seems to really last for a hundred years, and there is no sign of stopping until now.
But they are even more aware that the current public opinion turmoil is just an appetizer, and the bottom line is that people don’t know the truth yet.
They thought that as long as they could hold on, they would be able to wait for the next spring.
But they don't know that.
The next spring will never come.
Sure enough - the boring winter lasted for the fifth year, and some people finally had enough of living like this.
The crowd gathered at the foot of the palace, making noise and shouting in front of the magnificent gate, begging the four goddesses of the hours - no matter what the reason, what the excuse, let the winter continue, at least send down some warm sunshine, at least let the warm spring take a break for a few days.
The Queen of Winter heard these voices, of course, but she made no response.
What could she say?
People's hearts are fragile, so the truth must be buried. Rather than telling people that "spring is dead", it is better to let them continue to deepen their misunderstandings and let them continue to hold on to wishes that are no longer possible.
But it is hard and torture after all.
She couldn't help seeing, couldn't help hearing...
Look at the refugees, dressed in rags, stretching out their chilblained hands towards the rooftop.
Listen to the children shivering against the wall and the slight sound of their teeth falling.
She has worked hard.
I tried really hard.
If someone pays attention to the records, they will find that the winter has lasted for five years, and each year is warmer than the previous year.
The next year, there were still wind blades in the city.
In the third year, there was no frost or snow in the suburbs.
In the fourth year, the water at the foot of the mountain gathered into a stream.
In the fifth year, the permafrost on the plateau began to sprout.
But that's not enough.
It should be said that it is far from enough.
No matter how warm the winter is, it is still winter. It will still be windy and snowy from time to time... Objective laws dictate that lives will be lost in sub-zero temperatures. At this time, no one will care about the reasons - but about what has been frozen by the sudden drop in temperature in the city.
Confusion was transformed by death into sadness, and then within a short period of time, sadness underwent the ultimate qualitative change from confusion to anger.
they said--
"The Four Seasons Policy has failed! Seran needs to welcome back the real goddess!"
They also said—
"The Winter Dragon must have killed her three sisters so that she could control the seasons and celestial phenomena alone!"
The combined sound caused the base of the wall to crack, and the grand gate that was held up by eleven pillars collapsed. People rushed into the palace with anger and questions, seeking answers, but they searched almost every corner, but could not find any goddess of the hour.
At the same time, in the crevice of a rockery in the palace courtyard, Haradini curled up alone.
She was too familiar with this palace... She was born here, grew up here. She had walked and touched every corner of this palace, and it would be impossible for her to be discovered if she wanted to.
But she was crying.
There was no other emotion revealed on the calm face, only pure tears dripping along the trajectory.
"It is raining again!"
There was a cry of surprise from outside.
"The temperature has turned cold again... When will these days end?"
"We are all going to be frozen to death by these high and mighty goddesses of the Hour. They actually live in such a luxurious place..."
"Let's move all these away? At least we can get some roots that are resistant to freezing..."
After the noise, there are dilapidated ruins.
At least they have some basic respect for this place.
It doesn't matter whether this respect is reserved for the four missing Si Chens or for the real owner of the palace.
Or maybe it was for some more realistic reasons, like this place was too high, too empty, and almost everywhere was cold and drafty, making it difficult to live here.
They didn't stay here anyway.
The Winter Dragon has found her peace again.
She continued to hide here for five years, ten years.
She heard the legend. It was about the refugees who came from afar. They described to the rescuers the summer sun that never set in the west, the horrible scene of plants withering under the scorching fire and the cracked earth, and then they frantically grabbed the snow and stuffed it into their mouths.
The people in the city looked at each other in bewilderment.
As the harbor had long been frozen by ice, they had lost the channel for transmitting information by sea nearly ten years ago. They had no idea that there were such changes in the outside world.
Some people began to get restless. They wanted to form an expedition team to explore the west.
The dark clouds are always there, and before we know it, another ten years have passed.
Victoria Port went through a series of processes from hope to disappointment, because they had already figured out that the desert in the west was definitely not a place for people to live.
Stay in the city, find ways to keep out the cold, and use melted snow to irrigate those cold-resistant rhizomes, so they can at least survive.
But going west would only kill you with heat.
The air there is fire.
According to the few survivors, if one took a deep breath, the alveoli would burst...
Haradini's emotions gradually stabilized during this period.
She no longer felt sad or happy because of gains and losses, but continued to sit on the highest seat in the palace, firmly implementing the Four Seasons Plan.
'The four seasons cannot exceed their authority, and the knowledge of the earth cannot be disturbed.'
Only winter is left.
She wants to protect her remaining knowledge.
She suddenly felt that she could understand Emera.
Many times language is indeed pale. She doesn't need to speak, doesn't need to explain, and doesn't need to tell certain people - I must freeze, freeze the tsunami, freeze the thunder, so that at least the earth will not be swallowed by the ocean, and at least so many people can survive.
But sometimes she would think and ponder.
What are we fighting against?
Why, Ahoyen will die.
She died so suddenly, so helplessly... If something had sneaked into Namibia to commit the murder, then why hadn't I encountered any attacks in all these years?
And her cranky sister.
Ke Fan...from the rumors that came from time to time, she was also fine.
Could it be Emera's credit?
Are they fighting the thing that killed their sister...
Whenever she thought of this, Haratini would leave the throne and pace back and forth in the hall where the four people had held the ceremony.
She wants to go too...
But what should Si Ji do to fulfill the mission left by his mother?
