Mo Xiaohuan knew that Liu Fufeng was using provocation in disguise, and hoped that she would get better soon. However, the more others used provocation on her, the calmer she became.
"Master Fufeng, you told me that if I need any help, I can come to you. I don't know if your promise is still valid now."
Liu Fufeng pondered for a moment, and he did say such things to Mo Xiaohuan that day at the palace banquet. When Mo Xiaohuan spoke, he vaguely guessed her request.
"Princess, please tell me what Fufeng can do. I will try my best to help the princess do it well."
It was night, weak Liu Fufeng sent someone to Fuyao Palace to inform Yu Beiming: the princess has passed away.
"Impossible!" When he saw Mo Xiaohuan in the morning, she was still so peaceful, as if she was just sleeping lightly.
Absolutely impossible!
Yu Beiming rushed towards Fuyao Hall. His face clearly showed fear, and his expression showed an inexplicable panic.
Along the way, the guards and maids got out of the way. Everyone felt that the prince was going crazy.
Weak Liu Fufeng stood in front of the Fuyao Hall. When he saw Yu Beiming approaching, he took the initiative to get out of the way.
"Fufeng" Yu Beiming called out, his voice was hoarse, as if it was bursting out from his heart.
But Liu Fufeng just looked at him calmly: "She will be inside when you come."
Yu Beiming glanced at the Fuyao Hall. He obviously wanted to step into the inner hall, but he was afraid of seeing the truth.
His hands were clenched into fists, and his stern face became a little scary because of suppressed emotions.
He held his breath, raised his heavy steps, and walked toward the inner hall step by step.
Inside the Fuyao Hall, everything was so cold before, and the chill penetrated people's hearts.
Yu Beiming glanced at the palace ladies who were kneeling and crying in the inner hall. Xiao Tao's eyes were filled with tears and were red and swollen.
Big □□, Mo Xiaohuan was lying quietly, her petite figure seemed to be buried in the quilt.
Her face was extremely pale, her soft lips were bloodless, and there were chaotic tooth marks under her lips.
Yu Beiming looked at her delicate eyebrows and seemed to be frowning slightly. She must have been in so much pain before she passed away.
Yu Beiming's heart beat violently in his chest. Who would tell him that none of this is true!
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the tip of Mo Xiaohuan's nose - she was no longer breathing.
She reluctantly touched the artery under her neck - the blood had stopped flowing and there was no sign of life!
"No--!"
The man roared at the top of his lungs, causing the entire palace to mourn.
Yan Li outside the hall heard the sound and was about to come in, but was blocked by the weak willow Fufeng at the door.
Weak Liu Fufeng shook his head and signaled him not to disturb Yu Beiming.
In the hall, Yu Beiming seemed to have gone completely crazy. He said to himself: "Qing Huan, are you lying to me again?"
Yu Beiming knelt down and gently brushed Mo Xiaohuan's cheek with his fingers, tracing the beautiful shape of her lips.
"Fufeng!"
Hearing Yu Beiming's call, Liu Fufeng walked into the inner hall
"Prince"
"Why didn't she notify me in time when she was dying?"
Liu Fufeng looked at Yu Beiming. He had lost hope in his eyes, but this was not enough.
"Beiming, she wanted to die. No matter how good my medical skills are, I still saved her."
"What?" There was a trace of surprise in Yu Beiming's eyes, "She wants to die? Fufeng!"
Yu Beiming stood up, "I don't believe she is not a cowardly person! How could she want to die!!"