Even so, Yue Qingling's words remained resolute.
His body slowly dissipated, eventually turning into peach blossoms that disappeared into Leng Feiran's arms.
"..."
Leng Feiran stood there, mouth agape, completely stunned.
Things changed so fast that she didn't have time to react.
Or rather, she felt like she was dreaming.
What exactly happened?
She patted Yue Qingling on the back, and the other person died?
Could it be that I just used spiritual energy?
"Ah...ah, Qingyu...quick, quick, Qingyu..."
Leng Feiran was completely at a loss. Her hands trembled as she reached out to pick up the petals that were about to disappear.
Lin Qingyu rushed over.
Leng Feiran saw the petals disappear and said blankly, "Qingyu, he... he's dead? Huh?"
Is Yue Qingling dead?
He died in my arms?
When a person suffers a major psychological trauma, they don't usually have a strong reaction at first.
Leng Feiran simply refused to accept the news that Yue Qingling was dead.
She smacked her head hard, thinking she was hallucinating.
Is Yue Qingling dead?
Or did he kill himself?
"My immortal lord... Waaah... My immortal lord... You died such a tragic death..."
Lin Qingyu knelt on the ground with a "plop!" and burst into tears with her head down.
While crying, she took some water from her storage bag and wiped it on the corners of her eyes.
"My Immortal Venerable... why are you arguing with His Majesty? What is your cultivation level now? You are only at the Accumulated Good Deeds Realm."
How could you let His Majesty hit you?
My immortal lord…
"ah……"
Leng Feiran was completely devastated by her words. She stood up in a panic and covered her head in disbelief.
"Ah...ahhh...ahhh!!!!"
impossible!
impossible! ! ! "
Leng Feiran burst into tears, but she screamed like a madwoman, completely lost and confused.
"My immortal lord, your death was too tragic... too tragic, your body was completely destroyed! Too tragic..."
Lin Qingyu pressed her head to the ground and kept howling in agony.
"thump!"
Unable to accept reality, Leng Feiran finally succumbed to her grief and collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
"My goodness, even mourning at a grave is not easy."
Lin Qingyu raised her head, took out a handkerchief to wipe her face, and didn't rush to help Leng Feiran.
She looked at the western sky with a sorrowful expression and murmured, "Husband, you must take good care of yourself and wait patiently until Yu'er becomes the Great Emperor."
...
After the selection process at the Supreme Holy Land, the Eastern Continent Dragon Holy Kingdom experienced considerable turmoil.
This has little to do with cultivation; it's mainly related to the Empress.
The court is currently in chaos.
The wise and powerful Empress Leng Feiran of the Eastern Continent was said to have fallen seriously ill after returning from the Central Continent, and was bedridden and unable to attend court.
The former empress Long Zhuyu also exhibited the same symptoms.
The ruler of a country is terminally ill.
Even the Crown Princess, the current head of Qingyue Sect, and the head of Lingjing Sect all fell ill and stopped concerning themselves with state affairs.
This is no joke.
Those forces in Dongzhou that had been suppressed by Leng Feiran began to stir again.
People from all sides began to gather information.
Only Lady Lin Qingyu, who was favored by the Empress, was still struggling to hold on.
In this way, the Dragon Saint Kingdom did not descend into chaos.
However, the palace is now in complete chaos.
After finishing her business at court, Lin Qingyu quietly went to the palace.
The first place we went to was Leng Feiran's residence.
Empress Leng Feiran, the most noble woman in the Eastern Continent, was now lying on her bed, on the verge of death.
Her once stunningly beautiful face was now completely bloodless, and her rosy lips were cracked and chapped.
Leng Feiran lay on her side on the bed, wearing a loose nightgown and with her hair disheveled. Her eyes were lifeless, and she didn't make a sound, as if everything around her was irrelevant to her.
Kneeling beside her bed was a gentle and virtuous beautiful woman.
Huang Xinning wore a white mourning cloth on her head, and there were still mottled tear stains on her pretty face.
She stared blankly at Leng Feiran.
Yue Qingling died, and she died at the hands of this evil cult empress.
But looking at Leng Feiran's miserable state, Huang Xinning couldn't even bring herself to hate her.
What difference would killing Leng Feiran make?
The dead cannot be brought back to life.
Huang Xinning let out a long sigh, lowered her head, and secretly shed tears.
She blamed no one but herself for being unworthy of bearing children for Yue Qingling.
After Lin Qingyu came in, Huang Xinning looked up at him and said sadly, "Qingyu is here? You've had a hard time these past few days."
Lin Qingyu remained silent. She stood in front of Leng Feiran's bed, slowly sat down, and looked at the once arrogant Leng Feiran, who was now as withered as a withered tree.
She felt a mix of emotions.
If Leng Feiran were in this state before, she would definitely be extremely happy.
This woman who bullied Yue Qingling every day has finally met her end!
But now, she felt that Leng Feiran's thoughts were truly unfathomable.
If you like Yue Qingling so much, why did you treat him like that?
How is His Majesty now?
Lin Qingyu asked softly.
"She's at the Xuanji Realm; she won't die."
Huang Xinning said softly.
Let Leng Feiran suffer a bit; she's gone too far!
"That's good."
Lin Qingyu prepared to leave.
"Qingyu!"
Huang Xinning suddenly called out to her.
Lin Qingyu turned around and looked at Huang Xinning with a puzzled expression.
"Go see your Aunt Long, she's going to be ordained as a nun today."
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