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The Glory Episode 30 (Ending) Recap

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Fu Yunxi’s residence was bustling with care. Every day, Minister Tan came to check Fu Yunxi’s pulse and prescribe medicine, while Zhuang Hanyan personally prepared the decoctions for him. The whole family stayed by Fu Yunxi’s side, while Zhuang Shiyang remained locked in a dark, windowless chamber. Their efforts finally bore fruit—Fu Yunxi opened his eyes. He stepped outside and happened to see Zhuang Hanyan tending to the medicine.

In the morning light, she appeared especially frail, her face etched with exhaustion and worry. A surge of indescribable warmth filled Fu Yunxi’s heart. With deep affection, he draped a cloak over Zhuang Hanyan’s shoulders. She looked at him in disbelief, and the two embraced tightly. Zhuang Hanyan visited Zhuang Shiyang, bringing him food. To assure him it wasn’t poisoned, she drank a cup of wine in front of him.

Zhuang Shiyang immediately followed suit, knowing that Zhuang Hanyan had sworn an oath and would not kill him. She then asked him whom he had truly loved in this lifetime. Zhuang Shiyang admitted that Ruan Xiwen was the only woman he had ever loved. Her disability had been an accident—he had never intended to harm her. He was devastated when Ruan Xiwen died in his arms.

Over the years, he had frequently dreamed of their first meeting, reminiscing about how deeply he loved her, yet he was ultimately forced to kill her with his own hands. The moment Pei Dafu found Zhuang Hanliang, the gears of fate had begun to turn, pushing him to where he was today. Zhuang Hanyan mocked Zhuang Shiyang, saying that while he spoke the most tender words, he committed the cruelest acts.

She ridiculed him further, claiming he never truly understood love or family. Sitting before a table full of food, he didn’t dare take a single bite, yet he drank the cup of wine without hesitation. Zhuang Hanyan stated that, unlike him, she could sever the pain caused by their predecessors, ensuring that the next generation would not be entangled in their turmoil. That was the fundamental difference between them.

She reminded him of their agreement—she would release him, but whether others would spare him was beyond her control. As Zhuang Hanyan left, she did not close the door. Starving, Zhuang Shiyang dared not touch the food, choosing instead to drink another cup of wine. When Zhuang Hanyan stepped out, she found Zhou Ruyin waiting. Zhuang Hanyan told her that things could have turned out differently for her.

Zhou Ruyin, holding a box filled with memories, slowly took out the dagger Ruan Xiwen had given her. Zhuang Shiyang managed to escape from his chamber, only to find the courtyard deserted. He rushed toward the back door, only to discover it had been locked from the outside. Just then, Tao Mammy’s cries for help echoed from the woodshed, but Zhuang Shiyang ignored them, focusing only on his own escape, abandoning her without hesitation.

Continuing forward, he found that Zhuang Hanyan had shut the doors on him. Desperately, he cried out, admitting his mistakes and begging her to spare him. But standing outside, Zhuang Hanyan gazed at the locked door with a satisfied smile. It was as if she had traveled back in time, seeing her mother cradling her newborn self, struggling to survive under the cold, indifferent stares of the family. Now, she would let Zhuang Shiyang taste that same despair.

With that thought, she calmly rode away in a carriage. Zhuang Shiyang pounded on Wei Shi’s door, but she refused to open it. He blamed his mother for his downfall. Just then, Zhou Ruyin arrived with the dagger in hand, terrifying him into fleeing. He ran straight into Zhuang Yushan, who was returning on horseback. In agony, he insisted that his past actions had been mere temporary measures and that he would one day rescue Zhuang Yushan.

But Zhuang Yushan ignored him and rode away. Zhou Ruyin, still clutching the dagger, chased after Zhuang Shiyang, who scrambled away in fear, tumbling as he fled into a room. Zhou Ruyin confronted him, listing all the suffering he had inflicted on her over the years. No matter what, she could never forgive him. Zhuang Shiyang kept running, but behind him, Zhou Ruyin, drenched in blood, relentlessly pursued him. Step by step, she forced him into the secret chamber.

Once inside, Zhuang Shiyang saw a horrifying sight—Ruan Xiwen, whom he had killed, stood before him with a dagger in hand. From another direction, Chen Mammy approached, and the dead surrounded him, all wielding daggers aimed at him. In the end, Zhou Ruyin drove the dagger into Zhuang Shiyang, ending his life. Dressed in festive garments, she prepared his funeral as if celebrating her liberation from years of hatred.

Though Fu Yunxi had regained consciousness, the lingering poison in his body still threatened his life. This made him cherish every moment with Zhuang Hanyan even more. Kou Eryi, feeling guilty for the hardships she had once caused Zhuang Hanyan in the Fu household, decided to fulfill her promise and leave. However, Zhuang Hanyan, in a gesture of magnanimity, chose to let her stay and enjoy a peaceful old age in the Fu household.

Touched by this kindness, Kou Eryi treasured the warmth of this newfound family. Azhi, in conversation with a maid, expressed her yearning for the life of a noblewoman, aspiring to become someone like Zhuang Hanyan. Zhuang Hanyan understood that cultivating true grace and nobility took time, and she was willing to invest the effort. Just then, she received an urgent letter from home, informing her of her father Zhuang Shiyang’s death.

Though she knew the truth behind it, she chose not to return for the mourning. Instead, she went to Ruan Xiwen’s grave and personally engraved her epitaph, offering solace to the departed. In that moment, she fulfilled a long-held wish, finding her own sense of peace and happiness. Fu Yunxi solemnly vowed to his mother that he would protect Zhuang Hanyan with his life and spend the rest of his days with her.

A radiant smile spread across Zhuang Hanyan’s face—at last, she had found someone who would shield her from the storms. As snowflakes danced through the streets, Zhuang Hanyan seemed to see a younger version of herself trudging through the snow, as if asking, "Are you well? Have you found a true home? " With a gentle smile, she reassured her past self—everything was fine now. She had a warm home. Fu Yunxi appeared behind her, wrapping her in his embrace.

Wei Shi, too, found the courage to face reality, no longer choosing to escape. Taking Zhuang Hanyan’s advice, she abandoned the useless medicines and resolved to welcome the future with a peaceful heart. Though she had always been timid, this time, she had finally shown bravery. She wished her late sister could see her now. Zhou Ruyin and Zhuang Yuchi lit incense together, paying respects to the ancestors of the Zhuang family.

Hand in hand, mother and daughter walked away, locking the ancestral hall behind them. The inscription above the entrance fell, but neither of them bothered to fix it—it seemed to suit the neglected shrine. Zhuang Hanyan gazed at the hairpin Chai Jing had given her for a long time before carefully storing it in a small box. Stepping outside, she joined Fu Yunxi to admire the plum blossoms in the courtyard.

Though March 3rd should have been a time of blooming flowers, heavy snow fell unexpectedly. Yet, nestled beside her beloved, she did not feel the cold. At that moment, Zhuang Hanyan seemed to see Ruan Xiwen, Chen Mammy, and Yuwen Changan appear in the courtyard. Yuwen Changan gently helped Ruan Xiwen to her feet, his eyes full of tenderness. Azhi, holding Ruan Xiwen’s hand, jumped around joyfully, setting off fireworks.

Zhou Ruyin, Zhuang Yuchi, and Zhuang Yushan lit sparklers and danced together. Zhuang Hanyan wanted to confess a hidden truth to Fu Yunxi, but he dismissed it, unwilling to dwell on the past. Their future was bright, and that was all that mattered. As snowflakes swirled, they shared a deep kiss. Azhi dashed over, teasing them for being so affectionate before pulling them to join in the festivities. Laughter filled the air as everyone celebrated together, their faces glowing with joy.

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