She was just a pitiful person.

The nation, and one's parents dying before one's eyes.

Her face was disfigured by the person she loved. This must have been a huge psychological trauma for her.

Compared to others, I am already very happy.

Ye Lisheng has a lot of love for me, and she has many friends around her.

Looking at Ling Shuang, such a cheerful and lively girl, she was now standing quietly alone under the shade of a tree.

I couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, you don't seem happy at all."

She didn't hide it; instead, she nodded and said, "Yes, I'm not happy, I'm very unhappy."

"Although I didn't have much time to interact with the princess, I paid quite a bit of attention to her straightforward personality."

"Forgive my bluntness, but as far as I know, Your Highness does not like His Highness the Crown Prince, so why would you be sad for him? The reason you are sad now is only because of self-blame and guilt."

He sighed weakly. "It's because of self-blame, because of guilt."

“I’m willing to pay any price as long as he can do it.”

"Does this price include marrying him and becoming the Crown Princess?"

She hesitated.

It's obvious that she hasn't yet understood her own heart.

After a long pause, I spoke again: "Your Highness, this concerns the happiness of you and him for a lifetime. I hope you will consider it carefully."

Looking at his slightly reddened eyes, I couldn't help but ask again, "If His Highness the Crown Prince never wakes up again, will you be sad for him?"

Although I haven't had much time to meet Nangong Liuli, I know he is a thoroughly good person and genuinely likes Ling Shuang.

At this moment, her heart felt like a tangled spider web, impossible to untangle.

My mind went blank, and my thoughts were in complete turmoil.

She shook her head vigorously, somewhat devastated, and said, "I don't know, I really don't know."

I wanted to ask more questions, but when I looked up, I saw Ling Ran staring at me with murderous intent.

The blade in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

It seemed to be warning me not to say another word.

At this moment, everyone is sad and heartbroken; parting is truly a sorrowful word.

...At this moment, the door creaked open, as if long-dormant emotions were being gradually unleashed, emitting a silent protest. Li Shuang was the first to rush up, grabbing his sleeve and asking, "How is he?" Aunt Sun hadn't expected this morning. A flicker of pity flashed in her eyes. Though quick, Ye Xianlin caught it. "Congratulations to the world, you must be prepared. Your Highness, he will never wake up again." A cry rang out. I thought he would cry. But unexpectedly, he was completely calm, showing no emotion whatsoever. "Imperial Physician Sun. Doctor Sun. Would you like to examine him again? Examine him again." "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I've experienced the cold. I've done my best." A scream rang out.

Your Majesty, are you alright? Please wake up. Goodbye. (Replying to Your Majesty) She has already fainted on the ground. The saddest, most painful thing in the world is watching yourself, a white-haired person, bury their black-haired child. Unable to rise, unable to get up.

At this moment, Nangong Anren, feigning sincerity, said, "Quickly, quickly, help him inside. Doctor Sun, please examine him." His act was quite convincing. He acted as if he were desperately clinging to life, displaying a certain benevolence and filial piety. Everyone, except himself, knew his true character. Everyone knew it was all just a performance, and everyone was simply playing along.