Now he is emaciated and barely recognizable: "My illness is incurable, and I may have to go down to become a ghost messenger."

Jiang Tian didn't care about his weary face ravaged by illness, and gently stroked his brow: "You be the ghost messenger, and I'll be the ghost messenger's wife."

Mo Chenyuan smiled bitterly: "I was planning to write you a letter, allowing you to remarry. The palace is too deep. I originally planned to take you out when the children were older, but fate didn't give me the chance..."

Jiang Tian glared at him: "When I wanted to leave, you insisted on stopping me. Now that we have a child, you want to persuade me to remarry. You really are a robber!"

Mo Chenyuan smiled, a rare occurrence for him.

Hearing Mo Chenyuan's laughter from outside the door, Xiao Zijue breathed a sigh of relief.

He was the one who escorted Jiang Tian all the way here.

He was the emperor's confidant, and Jiang Tian thought of him first when she needed something.

Upon hearing that she was coming, Xiao Zijue's instinctive reaction was naturally to refuse.

He tried to persuade her, but Jiang Tian was determined.

“Your Highness, I will share the same bed in life and the same grave in death with His Majesty. Without him, there is no meaning to my life. The children understand my thoughts. If you do not understand, you are not even as good as the children.”

Xiao Zijue knew that if he brought Jiang Tian, ​​Mo Chenyuan would definitely punish him if he survived, but he still packed his things and brought Jiang Tian over.

He has remained unmarried for so long because all he wants is to find a soulmate.

Someone I used to love is now with someone else, someone I'm inseparable from.

He had no other choice but to grant their wish.

[Male supporting character Xiao Zijue's favorability rating has reached the target]

Inside the room.

"Alright, enough of that. Drink this medicine first. I brewed it myself. If you don't drink it, you'll be letting me down."

He wouldn't drink what others brewed, but since it was brewed by Jiang Tian, ​​Mo Chenyuan naturally had to drink it.

Jiang Tian fed him sip by sip, but he couldn't taste it anymore.

After he finished drinking, Jiang Tian wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Mo Chenyuan was too weak to move, so he lay down again. Jiang Tian also lay in his arms, moving very carefully, afraid of crushing him.

"Your Majesty, you are so weak now."

Mo Chenyuan smelled her familiar fragrance, and his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"Jiang Tian, ​​I think I need to sleep."

The heaviness of his eyelids inexplicably instilled a sense of fear in Mo Chenyuan.

"Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will see me again."

Mo Chenyuan held her hand: "I love you, don't forget that."

"Okay, go to sleep now." Jiang Tian gently stroked his hair.

Mo Chenyuan leaned in and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

He didn't know if he would wake up this time, but with Jiang Tian by his side, he felt like he wasn't afraid of anything.

He fell asleep like that, a smile still on his lips.