"Princess, you are here." When Uncle Cheng saw her coming, a sad look flashed across his face.
Bei Xiaoxiao ignored his shouting and just walked to the bedside and sat down beside his bed. His face was really pale, with no blood at all, and his lips were black.
She slowly reached out her hand and gently touched his cheek, feeling cold under her palm.
"Why is your face so cold? Is the quilt not warm enough?" Her hand followed his cold face to his chest, and her palm gently pressed against his heart.[
There was calmness under the palm of her hand, not even a trace of ups and downs. Her palm pressed against his chest for a long time and did not leave until a drop of tears fell on his heart, followed by the second, third, and fourth drops.
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Countless tears fell from my eyes, quietly, not daring to make the slightest sound, as if I was afraid that he would hear her cry and be rejected by him.
She had just recovered from the pain of losing her affair, but she didn't expect that what would greet her would be an even bigger blow.
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Bei Xiaoxiao stayed by his bedside and refused to leave. She stayed awake and refused to eat or drink. The people on the sidelines were anxious, but no one could persuade her, until she finally couldn't stand it anymore and fell down.
When she woke up, his body was already enshrined.
The mourning hall was set up in the main hall, and she knelt in front of the coffin to receive the visitors.
Today is the day to close the coffin. Many people have come, all of them are people from all walks of life. They are either princes, princesses, concubines, and generals. She lowers her head and burns the paper. Each of them comes and goes.
It seemed like a passing cloud, no one left a trace in her eyes.
"Xiao Bei." Just as Bei Xiaoxiao was burning the paper, a pair of black boots appeared in her eyes.
"It's you." Following his feet, Bei Xiaoxiao looked up and saw a face that was somewhat similar to Yan Yu's. She shouted sadly, then looked away.
"It's me, you look very haggard." Yan Xu bent down, stretched out his hand to lift her pale and haggard face, and examined her face with a pair of eyes somewhat similar to Yan Yu's.
"Let go." Bei Xiaoxiao held the paper in his hand and stared at him with dull eyes. This was the mourning hall of his Third Emperor brother. How could he do such a rude thing?
