Mi Yue nodded gently, "Your Majesty, I have been in the palace for a long time."
"It seems like I am with Your Majesty every moment, yet it also seems like I am in the palace, and I only see Your Majesty a few times throughout the year."
"I really miss it so much, just to accompany Your Majesty, to watch the sunrise and sunset with Your Majesty, and to talk about the past with Your Majesty..."
"Or do nothing and just accompany His Majesty..."
Her eyelids suddenly felt heavy.
She seemed sleepy and could hardly open her eyes, but she didn't want to fall asleep.
Ying Yuan didn't respond, but just hugged her tighter.
After a while.
Mi Yue forced herself to stay alert and continued:
"Your Majesty, the distance from Chenghua Hall to Xuanzheng Hall is really, really long."
"It would be great if there were no such journey. This way, I could spend more time with Your Majesty."
Ying Yuan couldn't help but be moved. He wanted to say something, but it was as if something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.
He knew that since Mi Yue became seriously ill, she only did three things every day.
First, take medicine.
Second, care about Ying Yuan’s recent situation.
Third, understand the situation in Chu.
Even at this point, Miyue didn't mention the State of Chu or her nephew to Ying Yuan at all.
Because for Miyue, speaking has really become a burden.
She didn't want to waste time talking about some things, and she didn't have the energy to talk about what happened between her and Ying Yuan.
At this moment, the two of them have already understood each other tacitly.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Mi Yue used up her last bit of strength to kiss Ying Yuan on the cheek, tears in her eyes, and murmured:
"Your Majesty, I am leaving and cannot accompany you. Please do not blame me."
"After I leave, Your Majesty, please don't cry, please don't cry. I don't want to see Your Majesty sad..."
A tear of hers fell on the back of Ying Yuan's hand.
She carefully used her sleeve to wipe away the tears on the back of Ying Yuan's hand.
But I found that my two arms seemed to be constantly being used.
She tried her best, smiled miserably,
"His Majesty..."
"If there is an afterlife, I don't want to marry..."
"No matter where I am, I will marry you willingly..."
"His Majesty..."
Mi Yue seemed to have something else to say.
But she could never tell.
At this moment, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the emperor who had built a great nation burst into tears.
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