Murong Jingwan didn't know how long she had been sitting in the same position until a warm hand gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
He slowly raised his head and showed a sad smile to the person in front of him who was worried about him.
"Xiaohuan, I'm fine, I'm really fine." Murong Jingwan didn't understand why her voice was getting weaker and weaker.
There was no answer, his body was hugged into a warm embrace, and warm liquid was felt on his neck.
"Miss, if you want to cry, just cry. Xiaohuan knows that Miss is very bitter in her heart." A cry-like voice seemed to float from the air.
Helplessly grabbing the skirt of Xiaohuan's chest, Murong Jingwan sobbed softly, and then turned into howling, as if she had cried out all her grievances at once.
Tired of crying, I fell asleep, but I still kept giggling in my dreams.
Xiao Huan accompanied Murong Jingwan quietly. The person on the bed seemed to have lost her soul. Only the rising and falling chest proved that she was still alive.
Something seemed to bite her neck, Xiao Huan's vision went dark, and her body went limp against Murong Jingwan's body.
Shui Lian'er looked at the person on the bed in disbelief. She couldn't believe her eyes. Why did her master become so haggard after so long, as if he was about to leave.
Murong Jingwan suddenly opened her eyes. Although she was very tired, she had already woken up when Shui Lian'er came in.
"Lian'er, you're here." As soon as she opened her mouth, Murong Jingwan felt a severe pain in her throat and her voice was hoarse.
When she looked up again, a glass of water was already in front of her eyes. Murong Jingwan drank the water quickly, and her dry throat seemed much better.
Murong Jingwan gently stroked Xiaohuan's hair with her hands, but the sadness in her eyes had faded.
"Palace Master, can we go back to Shui Yun Palace?" Shui Lian'er felt distressed and said pleadingly.
Murong Jingwan shook her head without hesitation, "I can't leave Lian'er. I will definitely help Xuan Ningxuan ascend to the throne of God. This is the agreement between me and the emperor, and for the sake of my dead child, I will not leave.
I want revenge for my child!"
Shui Lian'er's body couldn't help but flinch. She had never seen the look in Murong Jingwan's eyes at this moment.
"Lian'er, try to let the queen know about my loss of the child." The hatred in her eyes flashed, and Murong Jingwan said lightly.
"Why the Queen and not the Emperor?" Shui Lian'er asked puzzledly.
"Lian'er!" Murong Jingwan raised her voice.
Shui Lian'er nodded timidly, and her figure quickly disappeared into the night.
ps: I solemnly recommend Zi Shang’s completed time-travel novel [Concubine Is Not Better than a Handmaid: King Leng’s Second Concubine], please support me!
