They all looked at the pale-faced person who was holding a person dressed in a light blue robe in his arms.

The two were dressed neatly. Di Junlan looked at Jin Wanyue, then at An Kesen.

His voice was hoarse. "Hold a state funeral for the Regent."

Ankesen knelt down: "Yes!"

Emperor Junlan personally placed the person into the coffin, looking at the person whose eyes were closed and whose lips were bloodless.

They fought for two lifetimes, and in each lifetime, Murong Jin died for him.

We were lovers who fought each other in our past life, but in this life I know nothing of my wife, Murong Jin.

He reached out and touched her cheek.

I have returned, though I am not quite myself.

But they are all the same Emperor Junlan who deeply loves Murong Jin.

Da Cheng, he will protect you from now on.

Ah Jin wants to be a happy and carefree little girl in her next life.

………

When Murong Zhi woke up, he rushed over and saw Di Junlan dressing Murong Jin in brocade and silk, and carrying her inside and putting her down.

Looking at the person in the coffin, Murong Zhi didn't know what to say. That dream, from the very beginning, had prompted him to remind this girl, precisely to prevent her from following the path depicted in the dream...

But why did it still pierce the heart with an arrow...?

With a loud slap, An Kesen's heart trembled.

Di Junlan turned his face away, and his cheeks soon became red and swollen.

Seeing the Prince of Zhenbei's appearance, Emperor Junlan opened his mouth slightly and said, "I'm sorry."

"Why did my Ah Jin have to meet you? You're a complete menace."

Di Junlan's eyes reddened instantly.

Yes, why did Ah Jin have to meet him? If she hadn't met him, she wouldn't have died...