Chapter 139

Xiazi responded and left the bedroom.

Half an hour later, fireworks began to be set off in the courtyard. Colorful fireworks bloomed in the East Palace, creating a breathtaking scene.

The light from the fireworks shone through the windows into the bedroom.

At this moment, Song Xuan's eyes were slightly closed, and the light from the window shrouded his features in half-light and half-shadow, making him appear gloomy and dark. The self-blame and remorse of the past few days kept churning in his heart.

He felt that he was responsible for Qing Nian's death. If he had not chosen that day to ascend the throne, could he have avoided Qing Nian's difficult childbirth? Or if he had sent the divine physician to the Eastern Palace in advance, could he have saved Qing Nian?

Or perhaps... he should have sought Qingnian's forgiveness earlier, so that she could be happier during her pregnancy and maybe she wouldn't have a premature birth.

All of this is his fault, he deserves to die!

Thinking of this, Song Xuan felt a metallic taste in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling a tearing pain in his heart.

He has been coughing up blood frequently these past few days, and he feels that this is what he deserves, that it is God punishing him for not staying by Qing Nian's side that day.

These were Song Xuan's almost self-destructive thoughts; it wasn't that heaven was punishing him, but rather that he was punishing himself...

The fireworks outside the window were dazzling and spectacular. Many palace servants on duty at night looked up at the beautiful fireworks in the sky, and were overjoyed to be able to see such a beautiful sight.

The interior of the hall, however, was gloomy and dark, filled with an atmosphere of despair and oppression. Even the beautiful fireworks reflected in seemed to be coated with a layer of gray color.

Song Xuan slowly walked to the table, pulled open the cabinet, revealing a dagger inside, and slightly turned his head to look at the night sky outside the window...

Fireworks continued to light up the sky, colorful and dazzling, just like the Flower Festival of that day. But now, his beloved was no longer in this world. No matter how beautiful the scenery was, it had no meaning without the company of his beloved.

Song Xuan returned to the bedside and pulled out the dagger, its blade gleaming with a cold light. He murmured, "Qing Nian, Qing Nian, I'm sorry. I've come to atone for my sins tonight..."

After saying that, he pressed the dagger against his heart and slowly stabbed it in inch by inch. The sharp blade cut through the flesh, bringing a real and cruel pain.

Feeling the sharp pain in his heart, a relieved smile finally appeared on his thin lips.

Only pain could alleviate the regret and despair in his heart. This was what he deserved, what he owed Qingnian...

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

A stream of blood flowed from the dagger, staining the bright yellow dragon robe crimson. The young emperor smiled, his eyes filled with obsession and tenderness.

Xia Zi pushed open the palace door and saw this scene. He was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he frantically rushed towards Song Xuan.

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The outskirts of Beijing.

Shen Qingnian and her two companions, who had successfully escaped the guards, were sitting inside the carriage.

Suddenly, fireworks lit up the night sky over the capital.

Xiaoju stuck her head out and exclaimed excitedly, "Wow! What beautiful fireworks! What holiday is it tonight that they're setting off fireworks?"

Shen Qingnian's expression was calm as she held a small wooden carving in her hand, gently stroking it. Her complexion was no longer pale, indicating that she had recovered well in the past few days.

Inside the inn, her mother and Xiaoju tried their best to buy her many nourishing medicines. After several days of recuperation, although she was still a little weak, she was much better.

When she heard Xiaoju's words, her expression didn't change. They were just fireworks; she wasn't interested in them.

The next moment, Xiaoju's excited voice came again: "These fireworks are multicolored! This is the first time I've ever seen multicolored fireworks!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingnian paused, then propped herself up and lifted the curtain on the other side of the window, looking up at the dark night sky.

Colorful and dazzling fireworks bloomed in the sky, more beautiful than anything else.