Ye Jin was not a person who could express his emotions easily, but he went straight from the palace gate to Yonghe Palace. With Jiuqing's speed as if he had entered the realm of no one, his eyes gradually became deeper.

Although all the complex emotions in his eyes were perfectly hidden, no one knew how surging thoughts were in his heart at this moment.

The palace was so tightly guarded that he was not sure that he could pass without any harm, but Jiuqing walked more relaxed than his backyard.

Nowadays, people with such skills...

"If you have any questions, let's talk about it after you go back to the palace." Jiuqing seemed to notice what was in his mind and turned his head casually at him, "Time is limited."

When Ye Jin heard this, he looked at her silently and nodded slowly.

...There is a kind of light that has lost its heat, but it slowly faded away from the bottom of my eyes.

Before the two arrived at the dragon bed, Ye Jin reached out and brushed the dragon curtain, looking at the emperor who was lying on the luxurious dragon bed without any expression.

It took three days from being assassinated and seriously injured to being coma.

The emperor, who was above the millions of people in Xiling Kingdom, seemed to have been drained of all his energy overnight. His face was pale and decadent, and his lips also lost their blood. He could no longer see any of the majesty of the past between his eyebrows and eyes. Only clear wrinkles quietly covered the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

A embarrassed and haggard expression, the emperor's power disappeared.

Ye Jin's eyes were cold and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dying stranger.

Jiuqing raised his hand, waved his sleeves lightly, and a dark red light disappeared into Ye Jinghong's eyebrows. After a while, the man on the bed let out a nearly unpredictable low moan in his throat, and slowly opened his eyes.

Ye Jin's eyes suddenly turned cold and his hands were involuntarily clasped.

"Ye Jinghong." Jiuqing said lightly, "Where is Xipin's ashes?"

Ye Jin was slightly stunned and suddenly turned to look at Jiuqing.

Jiuqing's expression was not unusual, but his eyes were staring at Ye Jinghong on the bed.

A trace of doubt flashed in Ye Jin's eyes, and then turned to look at Ye Jinghong. After realizing it, he realized that although Ye Jinghong opened his eyes, his eyes were not focal, and he looked at the bright yellow tent like a dull look.

"Ye Jinghong." Jiuqing's voice softened slightly, "Where is Xipin's ashes?"

Ye Jinghong slowly raised his hand and buckled the bed with his fingertips.

“Under the bed?”

"...Yes." Ye Jinghong spit out a word.

"Why should I put Xipin's ashes under the bed?"

"Under the dragon bed...there are mechanisms..." He spoke in a daze. He had not spoken for three days, nor had he entered water. His voice was dry and hoarse, "...Ye Jin could not find it."

Ye Jin looked at him coldly, his eyes showing no joy or anger.

"Ye Jin." Jiu Qing turned his head, "Pour him a glass of water, it's too slow to ask."

When Ye Jin heard this, he turned his head without saying a word and walked out. In a moment, he poured a cup of tea in, walked to the bed, pinched his chin, and rudely poured a cup of tea in.

Of course, half of it is wasted.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Ye Jinghong's spirit seemed to improve slightly. Jiuqing continued to ask: "How to turn on the mechanism?"

"Under the dragon chair, there is a rotating mechanism."

Dragon throne?

Jiuqing and Ye Jin looked at each other, nodded slightly, and Ye Jin turned around and walked out.
Chapter completed!