In front of Rong Yun, he killed her good niece. The head fell cleanly to the ground, rolled once, and rolled to her feet.
Overwhelmed with fear, Rong Yun fainted...
Sheng Jin didn't even glance at it, ordering people not to tidy up, and to let Rong Yun continue to enjoy her time with her son and niece.
...
When he emerged from the dungeon, it was already noon. The warm sunlight shone on him, but it did not dispel the slightest trace of gloom from him.
Upon learning that Xi'er could be triggered into a relapse at any time, and that there was no cure, his heart began to ache.
what to do……
"Father."
It is Sheng Changfeng.
He had changed into casual clothes, and it was clear that he had returned from his bedchamber.
They have moved out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and returned to the Chonghua Palace.
Because that place held too many unpleasant memories, Liu Lingxi didn't want to stay there any longer, and Sheng Changfeng complied.
"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."
"Feng'er, how is she?"
"Xi'er is playing with Yu'er, and she looks to be in good spirits."
"That's good."
Through the palace walls, Sheng Jin seemed to see the mother and son playing and laughing in Chonghua Palace, and his spirits relaxed a little.
I miss her so much; it's been three days since I last saw her.
"Father, we just went to the dungeon. Did you get anything out of them?"
"Sheng Changling is dead."
There is no antidote.
When he heard the first piece of news, Sheng Changfeng was still a little confused. He thought that Sheng Changling was dead, so what? He was a traitor and his death was not a pity.
But when the second message arrived, I understood why my father had said that.
Rong Yun couldn't even save her own son, so she certainly wouldn't save Xi'er.
Silence spread between the father and son...
The thought that Xi'er might suffer a relapse of the poison at any moment made them unable to feel happy.
"Alright, you stay with her. I'll go review the memorials now."
"Yes, Your Majesty, I respectfully see you off."
Looking at Sheng Jin's retreating figure, Sheng Changfeng inexplicably sensed a desolate autumn atmosphere.
It seems that my father will not compete with me anymore.
However, he would rather Xi'er recover than have her father hesitate to act because she might die at any moment.
That's enough.
There's still plenty of time.
Sheng Changfeng composed himself before casually stepping into Chonghua Palace.
Beneath the peach blossoms of Chonghua Palace, a woman with a rosy face and a charming smile graced the air, her dress tracing perfect arcs in the air, a breathtaking sight.
Peach blossoms fall one by one, willingly withering away for such a beautiful woman, just to add a touch of color to her.
She seemed to be teasing her poor son as if he were a cat, the delicious candy dangling in the air, refusing to fall into Yu'er's mouth.
The beautiful woman under the peach tree was amused by the little boy's pouty appearance and burst into laughter, her silvery laughter so carefree.
This scene is etched in everyone's memory, making them wish time could stand still.
Sheng Changfeng watched intently for a long time, until his legs went numb, before he finally joined in.
Let him cherish her; time will never be unkind to a beauty.
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