After dismissing everyone, Zhou Changling half-held Bai Lingxi and slowly fell asleep. He hadn't slept for almost a day and a night, so he was naturally very tired and fell asleep in no time.
Bai Lingxi slept soundly. She was suffering from severe blood and qi deficiency, and had exhausted herself during childbirth. Now, nestled in Zhou Changling's arms, smelling his familiar scent, she drifted off to sleep.
That night, Zhou Changling slept very restlessly. He vaguely felt that he had many bizarre dreams, but all of them were related to Bai Lingxi.
In his dream, Bai Lingxi suffered a massive hemorrhage, the sky was filled with blood, and the blood mist almost engulfed him. He watched helplessly as Bai Lingxi bled to death right before his eyes, and a sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him.
No!
don't want!
Xi'er!
"Huff—huff—" Zhou Changling suddenly woke up, panting heavily as he sat up, stunned and staring at the boundless night, unable to tell whether he was dreaming or in reality!
Suddenly, he heard a soft, sweet female voice. Zhou Changling mechanically turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. Xi'er was in his arms, seemingly feeling uncomfortable and about to wake up.
"Xi'er, my Xi'er!"
Zhou Changling excitedly hugged Bai Lingxi tightly in his arms. Seeing her frown uncomfortably, he relaxed his grip on her shoulders and gently began to coax her to sleep.
"Go to sleep. It's my fault for waking you up."
When it was just the two of them in front of Bai Lingxi, Zhou Changling always referred to himself as "my" and never as "I, the Emperor."
Seeing Bai Lingxi's breathing gradually stabilize, Zhou Changling finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Under the hazy moonlight, Zhou Changling gazed at Bai Lingxi's peaceful sleeping face with adoration, as if it were a precious jewel.
He sat on the bed all night, his tall frame staring at the little one in his arms, looking at her again and again, as if afraid that it was all a dream and that the person in his arms would disappear when he woke up.
At this moment, Zhou Changling did not resemble a high and mighty emperor, but rather a lowly beggar, constantly praying to Heaven not to take away his treasures.
"Xi'er, you must stay with me."
"It's only you, only you."
Zhou Changling was unaware that, due to the activation of the Heart-Protecting Qilin, a stone coffin in the imperial mausoleum was slowly pushed open, and the person inside seemed unaffected by the thin air, emerging from the tomb effortlessly.
This person seemed very familiar with the imperial tombs, finding the exit of his own tomb with ease. If there were any old palace staff here, they would definitely recognize him at a glance. This person was none other than the former emperor, Zhou Jin.
Zhou Jin also knew that this was unusual. She touched her chest and then her pulse. To her surprise, her heart was still warm and her heartbeat had returned to normal.
Zhou Jin was not an emperor who believed in ghosts and gods, but at this moment he was stunned and muttered to himself, "Could it be that Heaven has really given me an opportunity to spend more time with my Xi'er?"
"It must be." Zhou Jin nodded, talking to himself, but his figure moved quickly, and he soon left the imperial mausoleum and headed towards the palace.
However, halfway there, he was surrounded by dark figures. Zhou Jin was terrified. Who would dare to ambush him in the imperial mausoleum?
What puzzled Zhou Jin even more was that she had just come out of the tomb and hadn't gone far. Unless someone knew she would be resurrected ahead of schedule, they wouldn't send someone to intercept and kill her...
Thinking of this, Zhou Jin tensed up and made a defensive move first.
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