"Then, my coffin will enter the emperor's tomb. From now on, when he thinks of me occasionally, he will only sigh vaguely... This is what I have got, everything that everyone envies..."
“Actually, it’s just a combination of loneliness and isolation.”
At this time, the wind suddenly picked up, and the withered yellow leaves rustled down like butterflies.
The sunlight caressed Qianshang's hair and slid down to her cheeks, adding a touch of paleness.
Qian Shang sat there, tired and confused, not knowing what she was seeing.
"Miss, I don't understand anything. I just know that you are unhappy. What I want is for you to be happy. In fact, Miss, if you are a slave, you will accept your fate. Even if you are old and lonely, don't be so sad now. Moreover, I know
, if Miss makes good use of it, she can capture the Emperor's heart, perhaps for a longer period of time, or even forever..."
Huang Ying repeated Hurd's words word for word. When she said these words, Huang Ying thought of Hurd's expression when he came that day. The sun hit his face, so vicissitudes of life and desolation.
Huang Ying's slender hand stretched out and brushed the petals from Qian Shang's hair. Different from Qi Ye's hot and domineering style, her fingers were warm and tender, like Hurd's.
"Huang Ying, it's really strange. Why do you say that I didn't accept my fate? In fact, I did. What else do you want me to do? Facing the emperor, who dares to resist?" Qian Shang turned her head and smiled, with a faint fragrance in her breath.
, seems to stay in the air, never dissipating, and the sadness lingers in my heart with this smell.
"Miss, I know that I have accepted my fate, but I don't have it in my heart. It is precisely because of the separation of mind and body that you are in such pain."
Huang Ying remembered that when Hurd said this, he was smiling, his smile was as warm as the sun, and his voice was as light as the sun, each word floating in the air. Huang Ying felt that in the afternoon of that day, she
