Thinking that Ye Moyan was carrying on his shoulders the honor, disgrace, rise and fall of the entire Fanxu Empire, life and death, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Ye Moyan.
No wonder Ye Moyan's health is getting worse and thinner day by day. How did he spend the past two years alone?
Infinite regret and heartache filled Ling Xuewei's heart. She shouldn't have left for so long. She shouldn't have let Ye Moyan face everything alone. Thinking of her previous cowardice and uneasiness, she suddenly felt that she was really stupid.
This man may be the god and support of countless people, but his only support is Ling Xuewei.
Even if he is an emperor respected by thousands of people, he will still be lonely and tired.
Ling Xuewei has been away for two years, leaving Ye Moyan to wait alone for so long. How can Ling Xuewei bear to let him wait like this anymore?
Ling Xuewei suddenly had the urge to tell Ye Moyan her identity now. Ling Xuewei wanted to tell Ye Moyan that she was back!
She is by Ye Moyan's side, and she will stay with Ye Moyan from now on, never leaving again, and never letting Ye Moyan face all this alone again!
From now on, she will stand side by side with Ye Moyan, and she will accompany him no matter the wind or rain.
But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them down after all, because Ling Xuewei suddenly noticed that something was wrong with Ye Moyan's face.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Ling Xuewei's sudden words interrupted the minister below who was still talking.
"Emperor?" Fu Ji also realized that something was wrong, but saw Ling Xuewei hurrying to Ye Moyan's side, turning her hand and grabbing his wrist to take his pulse.
"what you do?!"
Fu Ji was startled and shouted immediately, and was about to step forward, but saw Ye Moyan waving his hand towards him, and Fu Ji stopped in surprise.
Ling Xuewei was getting more and more frightened. The three air currents in Ye Moyan's body were colliding fiercely, as if they were trying to escape from the body and spurt out!
It was obvious that Ye Moyan was using his spiritual power to suppress it, and the more Ye Moyan suppressed it, the faster the three breaths in his body surged. This pain was no less than the pain of thousands of densely packed needles piercing his body!
Ling Xuewei couldn't imagine how Ye Moyan could endure it till now without changing his expression! He should be lying down to recuperate, but he was still busy with government affairs?
"You don't want your life? You're so weak and you don't get a good rest, but you still work day and night? Don't you know that something will happen to you sooner or later if you keep going like this?"
Ling Xuewei shouted without thinking, and as soon as she finished speaking, the entire hall fell into silence.
Extremely weird.
Everyone below looked at Ling Xuewei as if they were seeing a ghost, until they shouted angrily, "How dare you! How dare you, a little pharmacist, be rude to the emperor!"
Ling Xuewei suddenly came back to her senses, and then she was shocked to realize that she was so nervous at Ye Moyan that she actually forgot that she was in the Yizheng Hall!
This is bad!
Sure enough, everyone below looked very ugly, looking at Ling Xuewei as if they wanted to cut her into pieces!
Ling Xuewei was speechless now. Oh my god, what did she just do?
Rebuking their superior emperor in front of everyone?
These people wouldn't cut her into pieces and throw her out, right?
This guy Ye Moyan should be able to take care of it, right?
But Ling Xuewei couldn't help but feel guilty.
Ye Moyan didn't know it was her...how could he help her?
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. At this moment, Ling Xuewei just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.