Bang——

Qin Ye fell into Zong Zhengchen's arms. The huge inertia carried the two of them to the ground, where they rolled four or five times and raised a cloud of dust.

Her blood splashed on the ground, staining his palms red, from warm to extremely cold...

Desperate cool...

Zong Zhengchen slowly grasped her wrist with his trembling hands.

No pulse...

Stop breathing.

She lay in his arms, her white dress was like snow, spotlessly white; the red blood was like flowers, blooming one after another on the white dress.

She tilted her head slightly, nestled in his arms, with her eyes closed, lips slightly parted, and blood on her cheeks, making her look plump and rosy, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

Sleep forever.

She looked peaceful, as if she was having a beautiful dream from which she would never wake up.

Qin Ye is dead.

When Zong Zhengchen realized this, he lowered his eyes and stared at her face, looking at her deeply.

In the blink of an eye, countless scenes replayed in my mind:

The disgust when they first met, the look when they got married, the intimacy when they got along, the playfulness, the suspicion, the hand-in-hand...

Every scene is so clear.

Every face looked like her.

Feeling her gradually cooling body temperature, he trembled and hugged her tightly. He suppressed his emotions for more than ten seconds and suddenly burst out:

"ah--!"

Roaring to the sky.

Tears welled up from the corners of his bloodshot eyes, and his hoarse roar of pain tore everyone's eardrums, causing them to hold their breath and turn red-eyed.

Prince Chen loves Princess Chen.

Since getting married, he has not taken a concubine, a concubine, or a maid, and he has not gone to brothels or played with women. He has been devoted to Princess Chen.

After three years of living together day and night, they had two children and became a family of four.

This should have been an enviable love story, but it ended like this...

For a moment, everyone felt sad and heartbroken...

Zong Zhengli was hit hard, his throat aching from the stimulation of the red and white figure. He staggered back three steps, placed his sword on the ground, knelt on one knee, and then he managed to steady himself.

His thin lips tightened.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spat out.

"emperor!"

"Your Majesty, are you okay? Your Majesty!"

When the soldiers saw this, they hurried forward worriedly.

Zong Zhengli hung his head, spitting out blood, "Cough...Puff...Cough cough!"

As if he had suffered severe internal injuries, his face turned increasingly paler and his whole body twitched in pain.

What is love?

How to love?

Is what he is chasing really wrong?

He wanted to get her, to be with her, and to give her everything he thought was best, but to her, it was such a heavy burden.

Is he wrong?

What does he want?

Looking back, what he wanted was right beside him, within reach. Was it really so?

He doesn't understand.

It was just that his heart ached so much, and every blood flower that bloomed on her body was a silent warning to him: he was the one who forced her to death.

His hands were stained with her blood.

The blood of the one he loved most.

Seeing her lying there, silent and motionless, suddenly, this war, this world, and this struggle for supremacy seemed to have lost their meaning.

So what if you get the whole world?

So what if we win?

In the end, aren't you still all alone?

Suddenly, he seemed to understand, "I should have let go a long time ago... I shouldn't have been so stubborn..."

But now I understand that it's too late.

"If I force something that doesn't belong to me, it will only end in tragedy. I didn't understand before... I didn't understand... ah!"

He supported himself on the ground with his hands, his nails digging deep into the soil, tears and blood dripping together.

Too late!

It's all too late!

Qin Ye, I killed you!