Chapter 80
Xi Ruoyu was quite puzzled. Isn't it normal for a woman to be free-spirited?
But then she felt that it wasn't that simple, otherwise, how could that old friend have caught the eye of his wife?
But if he couldn't figure it out, he stopped thinking about it. Right now, all he wanted to do was cherish every day he spent with His Majesty.
Ling Wu's every move was pleasing to the eye, and before Xi Ruoyu knew it, she was completely mesmerized.
"Okay." Ling Wu handed a piece to Xi Ruoyu's lips. It was very hot, but it tasted delicious.
The two blew on each other's breath until finally Lingwu chuckled and wiped the pastry off his lips.
"After I leave, I will leave an imperial edict. If Ruoyu wishes to travel the world, so be it, or perhaps she will find someone who will bring you joy in the future..."
Xi Ruoyu interrupted hastily, unable to hide the bitterness in his throat, "Your Majesty is Ruoyu's wife, and will be Ruoyu's wife for the rest of her life."
"You don't need to confine yourself to this palace. If you are worried about the Crown Princess, you can wait until she grows up before making your own decisions. I have people left behind to ensure she grows up safely and becomes a wise ruler."
She will make sure everything is in place before leaving.
Xi Ruoyu had already sacrificed his entire life, and although she tried her best to make amends in this life, she still couldn't change his deeply ingrained ideas.
But time will eventually heal all wounds.
"In that case, can Ruoyu go with his wife...?" His eyes were red, and tears streamed down his face.
Lingwu reached out and covered his eyes, concealing the despair in them.
His body trembled for a moment, clearly knowing that this was Ling Wu's silent rejection.
She said, "You still have a long life ahead of you, and you can travel all over the world. I want to hear everything you will tell me in the future."
It's always better to be alive than dead.
After all, once you reach the River of Oblivion, you must drink a bowl of its water before being reincarnated, or you may choose not to cross the Bridge of Helplessness and instead wait in the underworld until your soul is extinguished.
But if he lives, after her death, the future empress will pay him respects. No one in the world will be more honored than him. As long as he doesn't disrupt the court, he can do whatever he wants.
This is the kind of merit that can only be accumulated over a hundred lifetimes.
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With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, Zisangqi slipped away from Quanrong once again.
He suppressed the nausea churning within him, sat on a tree outside the Phoenix Palace, and even let out a clear, silvery bell sound.
Knowing he was coming, Ling Wu looked up and saw the deep-set man with dark hair and blue eyes smile when he saw her, and then pounce on her.
"His Majesty--"
Lingwu reluctantly got up and caught him, swallowing the sweet and metallic taste surging in her heart.
"Don't do this again next time."
"...Okay! Next time, Aqi will climb down from the window himself!"
"..."
Seeing Ling Wu remain silent, Zi Sang coughed softly, her face slightly flushed, and quickly tried to salvage the situation: "It's not the kind where you do somersaults..."
Then he heard the woman in front of him suddenly smile gently, "Are you still feeling unwell?"
"I don't feel bad anymore!" Zi Sangqi shook her head decisively.
If he says he feels unwell, His Majesty will not allow him to go home next time!
Home?
Yes! Wherever his wife is, that is his home!
"Then I shall order Jingchun to pour out the prepared medicine?"
Zi Sangqi chuckled dryly, "Cough...hehe, I still feel a bit unwell."
After he finished speaking, Zi Sangqi looked up in confusion, "Hmm? How did Your Majesty know that I would come today?" Otherwise, why would you have prepared his medicine?
Jing Chun, who brought in the medicine, felt a pang of sadness, but smiled faintly: "His Majesty has me prepare it every day, fearing that Your Highness might be unwell and uncomfortable if you come."
"Shut up." Ling Wu pointed her finger at Jing Chun from a distance, her gesture more lively than usual.
Seeing this, Jing Chun felt a surge of warmth in her heart, then smiled and retreated without saying a word.
Zi Sangqi stood frozen in place because of those words.
For so long, His Majesty has been concerned about his health.
Zi Sang felt a stinging sensation in her nose, and her heart felt as if it were filled with something.
"Your Majesty...you are so kind." But in his heart, he secretly called out "My Lady".
"It'll get cold soon, so go back to Changning Palace to rest after you finish drinking," Ling Wu instructed.
“Okay!” He nodded obediently.
But once it enters your mouth, its face contorts in a ferocious grimace!
It's so bitter it could make your tongue fall off, but the medicine is extremely effective!
Zi Sangqi saw Ling Wu staring at her, and her face slowly turned red...
Turning red again...
Did he just lose control of his expression?
"Alright, go back and rest quickly. If you stay any longer, your face will turn into a boiled shrimp." Ling Wu chuckled.
Zi Sangqi was a little reluctant, but still agreed, "Okay, by the way, I also brought you a Mid-Autumn Festival gift." His excitement stopped at the exquisite purse hanging at Ling Wu's waist, and then he hesitated, "But, please don't look down on me when the time comes..."
Ling Wu nodded gently, "No, go and rest."
"With His Majesty's words, can Aqi really go back to sleep soundly?"
"Um."
Without Zisang Qi, Fengqi Palace became very quiet.
But Jingchun most enjoyed the tranquility of being alone in a room with Lingwu. As long as she could be by His Majesty's side, she would be the happiest person in the world!
Do you want to go home?
As soon as Ling Wu finished speaking, a muffled thud was heard, and she turned her head to the side.
Then they saw the girl who had been standing with her head down was now kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down her face.
"Your Majesty, please don't send me away. I've done something wrong. You can punish me with a rod, or even starve me for half a month, but please don't send me away..."
"I don't ask for anything else, I just beg you not to send me away... Waaah..."
Ling Wu was stunned for a moment, then bent down and helped her up.
Her voice was soft and indifferent, as if she were talking about something unrelated.
"Jingchun, I know you are loyal, but you should also have your own place to belong."
Jing Chun wept uncontrollably, "Your Majesty, may I be granted a favor now?"
Ling Wu sighed softly, then rubbed her temples. "It is impossible for you to guard my tomb."
After receiving no response for a long time, Lingwu knew without even looking.
The Jingchun girl who usually managed the entire palace with such order and who was addressed as "Aunt Jingchun" by everyone in the palace must now be silently shedding tears, staring at her with eyes as devout and respectful as ever.
Lingwu suddenly coughed lightly, and a sweet taste came out of her throat.
Jing Chun, who was still kneeling, quickly got up, took out the prepared pills in an orderly manner, and served tea to Ling Wu to swallow them.
Seeing her eyes, which were as large as walnuts, Lingwu shook her head silently.
"Very well, I grant your request, but you are not allowed to harbor any resentment for the rest of your life."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Jing Chun choked up, raising her hand to wipe away her tears.
It was still raining on the eve of this year's Mid-Autumn Festival.
Lu Chengfeng was the one assigned to clean the late emperor's palace.
This was also the last punishment Ling Wu left for Lu Chengfeng.
When everyone arrived, they saw a scene straight out of a dream. What will happen to the culprit?
Although Sang Lingwu was indifferent to him, the loss of life should not be limited to just Sang Lingwu alone.
He had to suffer all kinds of torment in the human world before entering the underworld and going to the eighteen levels of hell to be punished.
The pattering rain sounded like the day Sang Yu and Sang Lingwu reconciled.
With great interest, Sang Yu took the chessboard that the young princess had given her that day and headed to the late emperor's bedchamber.
The chessboard is small, and the chess pieces are also small.
In this way, if her elder sister steals another piece, she won't see anything wrong with it and will just pretend that her elder sister didn't steal any pieces!
But as soon as he entered the hall, the chessboard and the small, bead-like chess pieces in his hands scattered all over the ground because of his panic!
The black and white chess pieces were scattered all over the ground, looking extremely conspicuous.
She quickly squatted down to pick up the chessboard and pieces.
But with too many chess pieces and her mind in turmoil, she loosened her grip again.
It seems like the whole game has fallen apart...
It sounded especially noisy in the drizzling rain.
Sang Yu seemed to remember something. She got up and stepped over the chess pieces scattered on the ground, walking step by step toward the center of that dream.
The scene before my eyes completely overlapped with the dream!
The woman in black, whose face always held a gentle smile, was stained with blood, giving her a bloody yet beautiful appearance.
"Royal Sister!!!"
Lingwu coughed lightly, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Sang Yu knelt down and hugged Ling Wu in her arms. Ling Wu hurriedly raised her hand to wipe away the glaring red.
No matter how hard I try, I can't get it clean.
"Ayu." Lingwu raised her hand with difficulty to wipe away her tears.
"Waaah... Sister, please don't speak, Ayu will take you to see the imperial physician right away!" She said, and then got up.
"It's no use." Ling Wu smiled at Sang Yu, her beauty as striking as ever.
Amidst Sang Yu's uncontrollable sobs, the voice of the person in her arms gradually weakened.
"Ayu. Royal sister... I don't blame you..." As she finished speaking, her cool fingertips gently slid down.
The rain had stopped sometime earlier, and all around was silent.
The faint breathing of the person in his arms also disappeared.
"Royal Sister!!!"
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