Ye Wanhe leaned against Zhao Yun's chest and said, "Your Highness, you must take good care of yourself too."
Zhao Yun looked at Ye Wanhe in confusion.
Ye Wanhe smiled at Zhao Yun, stood on tiptoe and kissed Zhao Yun's thin lips.
Zhao Yun took the initiative and held Ye Wanhe's head until he felt something pressing against his abdomen. He looked down and saw a shining dagger with the tip of the dagger pointing at him.
Zhao Yun hurriedly grabbed Ye Wanhe's wrist and pointed the tip of the dagger at her. "Ye Wanhe! I've already let you go once, and you still want to kill me?"
Ye Wanhe looked at Zhao Yun and said, "Your Highness..."
Zhao Yun said with a dark face: "Why did you want to kill me again and again?"
Ye Wanhe smiled faintly and said, "I said I won't kill. I've already killed my child, I won't kill you again..."
Ye Wanhe looked at the tip of the dagger. She exerted force with both hands and let the tip of the dagger cut through her bright red wedding dress and pierced into her abdomen.
The bright red blood stained the wedding dress, and the color gradually deepened, turning the bright red clothes into a dark red...
Zhao Yun was stunned when he saw this scene. He held Ye Wanhe in his arms and immediately shouted to the outside: "Come, call the imperial physician, quickly call the imperial physician!"
After Zhao Yun finished speaking, his legs were a little unstable, so he knelt on the ground, holding Ye Wanhe tightly in his arms.
Ye Wanhe whispered in Zhao Yun's arms, "Your Highness..."
"Your Highness, I'm leaving now. I'm going to accompany our first child..."
Zhao Yun, feeling cold all over, hugged Ye Wanhe tightly and said, "I won't let you die, Ye Wanhe, listen carefully, you can't die."
Ye Wanhe raised her hand with difficulty and placed it on the side of Zhao Yun's face. "Be filial to my parents for me and take good care of Yu'er. Xiangye is reliable. Yu'er needs her care. I am relieved..."
Zhao Yun whispered, "You'll be fine. Where's the imperial physician? Why hasn't he come yet?"
Ye Wanhe said: "Your Highness, listen to me..."
"Tell me, tell me." Zhao Yun was completely panicked. He held Ye Wanhe's hand tightly.
Ye Wanhe was already out of breath: "Your Highness, I am content to die in the wedding dress I wore when I married you. Please, be kind to my parents, be kind to Xiangye. Poor Yu'er, he lost his mother at such a young age. Let him spend more time with Xiangye in the future. Let Xiangye take good care of Yu'er for me..."
Zhao Yun said, "Yu'er will not be without her mother. You will be fine. The imperial physician will save you! Wanhe, hold on... hold on!"
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