Hearing these words, even a calm and indifferent person like Yue Wangshu could not help but feel slightly moved, "Liu Lang, I have to leave. You... take care of yourself."

After he finished speaking, he saw that Yan Zheng's eyes were filled with deathly gray, which was the sorrow of extinguished hope.

Yue Wangshu's throat was speechless for a moment, and he still lay in his arms, mumbling for a long time before he uttered two words: "I'm sorry."

Sorry, the side effects of the halo of life make it impossible for you to let go of this feeling for the rest of your life.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a report from below that King Chou was seriously ill, and the crown prince Ah Tang was urgently called to the palace to attend to his illness, so I knew that the two of them were about to return.

When the autumn sunshine gradually fades away, twilight once again descends on Yuanzhi Palace.

Yue Wangshu felt a pair of gentle hands lead her soul out of this body.

As her consciousness gradually blurred, she heard Yan Zheng calling her name for the last time, "Wang Shu!!"

The voice was extremely shrill, and then it turned blood red.

Blood gushed out from his mouth and covered her clothes.

The blood was so bright red.

In the autumn of the 20th year of Tianyou's reign, Empress Renhui Yue suddenly fell ill and collapsed in Yunzhi Palace. The emperor was in great mourning and vomited blood, and he has been on the bed since then.
Chapter completed!