When Mu Ling walked into the inner room, she saw the queen's hand hanging down, while Mo Yan had a confused and slightly sad expression on his face.
"She is dead" stated the facts calmly, but who knew the turbulence behind Mo Yan's calmness?
With Mo Yan's medical skills, it was actually a very simple matter to save the queen, but she still watched the queen die in front of her.
That expression of no regrets made Mo Yan wonder whether the queen's death was a relief or a bondage. Even though the emperor didn't have time to look at the queen in the end, the queen was still affectionate and without regrets.
Let me ask you what love is. Mo Yan really doesn’t understand. They say that people make promises between life and death, but Mo Yan only felt that the queen died coldly.
Turning to look at Mu Ling who had stopped, Mo Yan slowly said, "Have you ever loved her?"
"Her?" Mu Ling couldn't help but be a little confused by Mo Yan's sudden question, "She's dead, so there's no need to..."
"Don't you want to waste your precious medicinal materials?" The raised lips seemed to be accusing, "You know? Even if she breathed her last breath, she never regretted loving you."
Falling in love with someone you shouldn't love, falling in love with someone who doesn't love you, what kind of strange woman is she who gives silently without any regrets, even though she knows that such love is unrequited?
In the dye house in the harem, the queen still retained her innocent heart, a heart that only loved Mu Ling. Mo Yan didn't understand, how could such a woman love such a heartless man so hard?
The hanging bead curtain trembled a few times, and the sound of stirring broke the silence.
"Are there few people like this?" Since ancient times, many people who loved the king died in depression, and the queen was just one of them. Mu Ling didn't feel anything. He had no feelings for the queen in the first place, but he was just a little ashamed of her.
My brother who is still at the border
"Yes, there are many people like this," Mo Yan stood up slowly, his steps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and walked past Mu Ling and walked out.
Mu Ling took Mo Yan's hand, and the two stood side by side, back to back, holding Mo Yan's hand tightly as if there were a thousand words to say, "Wait for me."
Wait? She is not a queen, she is not Mo Yan, she is nothing, she is just a lonely soul that has traveled through modern society. Mo Yan sneered in his heart, human life and death are so despicable in the eyes of the ancients.