She leaned in Pei Zhiyuan's arms, crying intermittently, "Ayuan, regarding the matter of you killing my father... I have already forgiven you in my heart... I know you had your own difficulties... I also know that you will not collude with Master Hua... My father has contributed everything... to this country... You must protect it well..."
Shen Xu frowned and quickly squatted down to check the beauty's body. He saw dark blood vessels emerging from the fair skin, spreading from the heart to the neck, as if a rotten tree covered with dead branches had grown in her heart.
"I'm so happy... I can still see Ayuan in this dark place..."
"No! Xinyu." Pei Zhiyuan hugged her body tightly, crying inconsolably. The feeling of helplessness made him clench his fists.
He angrily pounded the ground with his fists, again and again, until blood flowed from his hands and the pain in his fists dispelled the pain and numbness in his body.
"Don't be too sad, Ayuan, I'm not Ayu..."
The beauty in his arms was bleeding from her mouth and nose, and she said vaguely: "It's great, Ayu still has someone who cares about her, and I... have no worries..."
Pei Zhiyuan was startled, and he let go of her slightly, and called her softly: "You are Sister Qingzhu! Then, the imperial concubine of Xunlan Garden..."
"It's Ayu..." She turned her head slightly and looked at Shen Xu who was standing beside her. The corners of her eyes were red like peach blossoms, and her blood-stained lips opened and closed, but she couldn't make any sound.
Seeing Shen Xu nodded solemnly, the woman dropped her hands weakly and closed her eyes.
Shen Xu stood there without saying a word, and heard what she said before she died:
Girl, I'll leave Ayuan in your care.
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