Jun Zechen could even understand that "Jun Zechen" did it on purpose.

If he really wanted to preserve Ling Yue's glory after his death, he could actually do it, but "Jun Zechen" left nothing for Ling Yue. He only retained her position as queen and let her sit on the position of empress dowager.

But...she couldn't sit still after all.

The lives of these people were like a fast-moving scroll, displayed one by one in his sight.

Jun Zechen had a lot of thoughts.

Is all this true? Does this world really have a past life?

Where is he? Why did he see all this? Why did his Yaoyao die in the East Palace?

No, is that woman in the East Palace really Yaoyao?

Jun Zechen's mind was like a tangled mess at this moment.

Suddenly, a gentle cry seemed to pierce through the endless void and slowly passed into his mind.

"Husband, husband, what's wrong with you?"

Yaoyao, it’s Yaoyao’s voice!

Jun Zechen closed his eyes tightly, with only one thought in his mind: he wanted to leave here, he didn't belong here.

Jun Zechen opened his eyes suddenly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yaoyao's gentle gaze full of doubt.

Was he dreaming? Why was it so real? He felt like he had really spent a long life in a world without her.

Jun Zechen hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his body, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Jun Zechen buried his head deeply in the crook of Su Jingyao's neck and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I had a terrible dream."

"What did your husband dream about?"

Su Jingyao was a little surprised. Is there anything this man is afraid of?

She put her arms around his waist and comforted him.

Jun Zechen was silent for a long time, his lips tightly closed, and he didn't say anything. He just shook his head slowly at her neck, his hair gently rubbing against her skin.

“I don’t remember.”

A world without her does not need to be remembered.

When he first saw Yaoyao, he couldn't help but tremble.

He couldn't let Yaoyao die without anyone caring about her. He had always protected Yaoyao.

It was just a nightmare, it was all fake.

Jun Zechen slowly loosened his arms that were tightly hugging Su Jingyao, raised his head, and looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his heart.

Then he gently kissed her forehead, as if to confirm that she really existed beside him.