Chapter 72 Final Scene
In mid-November, the cold weather quietly arrived in Jincheng.
The cold wind was howling, the trees had turned yellow, and fallen leaves were piled up on the roadside. Every gust of wind was a disaster for the big trees.
The filming of the "Yue Yan" crew has also come to an end.
Several days of high-intensity shooting almost exhausted everyone's energy.
The crew had just finished filming the scenes of Qi Yue ascending the throne as emperor and her belated but extremely grand wedding with Wei Yan.
That should have been the perfect ending to the story, but everyone knew that it was just the last happiness before the tragedy.
Today is Shi Qing's last scene in the crew of "Yue Yan", and it is also the scene with the heaviest emotions for Sheng Han in the entire drama.
The atmosphere on the set was depressing.
The outside of the shooting location was completely covered with thick black cloth, and headlights were used inside to create the light of the early morning.
The decoration of the bedroom was still gorgeous, the remaining wax of the red candles with dragons and phoenixes still remained on the candlesticks, and the bright red wedding silk had not been removed, but the festive atmosphere seemed even more sad.
Wang Xing sat behind the monitor with a serious expression.
He gave the order in a deep voice: "All departments, prepare, Action!"
Shi Qing was lying on a dragon bed covered with a mandarin duck quilt. Her face was made pale by the makeup artist, and her lips were a sickly pale blue.
Sheng Han was lying on his side beside her, wearing a black nightgown and with his long hair loose.
The character he plays, Wei Yan, has just woken up.
Under the camera, Wei Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly and slowly opened.
The blood feud has been avenged, the world is at peace, and he has his lover.
He should have been the happiest man in the world.
After waking up, he subconsciously looked for his lover beside him, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
However, when his fingertips touched Qi Yue's cheek, his smile froze.
A frightening coldness.
Wei Yan sat up suddenly.
He was horrified to find that Qi Yue's black hair, which was as black as a waterfall, had become as dry as grass overnight, and her originally smooth and delicate skin had also shown signs of dryness and wrinkles.
Her vitality was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Yueyue?" Wei Yan called out tentatively, his voice trembling.
The person in his arms didn't respond.
A feeling of panic came over him, tugging at his heart.
Wei Yan hugged Qi Yue tightly.
The body that was once soft and warm now seemed terribly cold. The tighter he hugged it, the colder his heart became.
"Yueyue! Wake up!" He shook her frantically, his voice hoarse and filled with tears.
"Imperial Physician! Call the Imperial Physician quickly!" He roared towards the outside of the hall, tears streaming down his face.
how so?
It was obvious that everything was over, and they had cleared all obstacles and could finally be together forever.
He even planned out his future...
A cold hand weakly covered his arm, stopping his movements.
Qi Yue opened her eyes with great effort. The eyes that were once filled with stars were now dim, but she still looked at him tenderly.
"It's no use..." She shook her head gently, her voice as weak as a candle in the wind, "Don't shout..."
"Am I...very ugly now?" Qi Yue asked softly.
From the moment she learned that she was infected with the strange poison from Southern Xinjiang, she knew this day would come.
She tried her best to let Yu Qiu suppress her with a secret method, but she just wanted to enjoy the warmth in his arms a little longer and look at him a few more times.
She also knew that using secret methods to suppress it would only backfire faster in the end.
"No!"
Wei Yan shook his head fiercely, tears blurring his vision. He put her hand against his face and choked.
"You are always the most beautiful in my heart! The most beautiful!"
"Am I very selfish..." Qi Yue coughed twice more, her breath becoming weaker. "Even though I know that... my time is running out, I still... announce to the world that you are my husband."
"Stop it! Stop it!"
Wei Yan cried like a baby. He leaned over and put his forehead against hers. "I have always been yours! From body to heart, from birth to death, I am yours!"
"Yu Qiu...why hasn't he come yet..." He muttered to himself, holding on to the last glimmer of hope.
Outside the palace, Yu Qiu, played by Qu Jinhuan, was already in tears.
She leaned against the vermilion pillar, listening to Wei Yan's desperate cries in the hall, her heart aching.
She was born in southern Xinjiang and had been studying the art of medicine since childhood. She was an aide recruited by the second prince when he searched for famous doctors all over the world after he fell from his horse.
But she was ultimately useless and failed to cure the Second Prince's poison. Now, she could only watch Qi Yue's life slip away.
The palace maids and eunuchs inside and outside the palace had already knelt down, and their suppressed sobs filled the cold morning light, weaving a huge web of sadness.
"Wei Yan... listen to me..." Qi Yue felt that her strength was being drained. She had to arrange everything for him at the last moment.
"Yan State... still needs you. Choose a smart and reliable child from... from a side branch and make him the new emperor... With your assistance, I... I feel at ease..."
She exhaled again, her eyes began to blur, but suddenly she seemed to see something, and raised her hand tremblingly, trying to touch his temples.
"Wei Yan...your hair...why is it white?"
She must be dying to see such hallucinations.
He is still so young, how come he has white hair?
Wei Yan hugged her tightly, buried his face in her cold neck, and his hot tears all soaked into her collar.
"Yueyue... don't abandon me..." He begged with all his strength, "You are the only one left in this world... If you leave, I really... can't live..."
"Live well..."
Qi Yue used up her last bit of strength to whisper these instructions into his ear.
Then she smiled, and that smile was still as bright as when we first met.
"I love you, Wei Yan."
The moment she finished speaking, the arm that was stroking his cheek slid down weakly.
No more sound.
Wei Yan seemed to be under a spell of immobilization, and remained frozen for more than ten seconds before he burst into heart-wrenching cries.
"Yueyue!"
Yu Qiu rushed in, and after checking Qi Yue's breath, he tearfully announced, "Wei Yan, I'm so sad... The Empress... has passed away."
"No! She didn't!" Wei Yan's eyes were red as he glared at her fiercely. "She promised me that she wouldn't abandon me! You quack! You're the one who harmed her!"
"Get out! Get out of here!"
Yu Qiu and all the palace maids in the hall quickly retreated amid Wei Yan's crazy roar.
The heavy palace door slammed shut.
The camera slowly zoomed out and fixed on the tightly closed door.
The scene changed and it was one day later.
When the palace door was pushed open again, everyone gasped.
The man who was holding Qi Yue's cold body had his black hair turn completely white overnight.
The tears in Wei Yan's eyes had dried up, leaving only a dead and empty void, as if his soul had also dissipated with the departure of the person in his arms.
He finally accepted that his Moon really didn't want him anymore.
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