Everyone says the regent has gone mad.
The emperor's body had already grown cold, but he stayed by his side for seven days and seven nights without eating or drinking.
If this continues, even the regent will not survive.
The courtiers knelt once again outside the palace, begging the regent not to succumb to his grief. They said Su Feng could not be without his monarch for even a day, and he had to pull himself together and take charge of the situation.
The ministers knelt outside for two days, threatening to withhold food and drink, but received no response whatsoever.
There were some juniors whose elders were high-ranking officials in the court. They couldn't kneel for long, otherwise their bodies wouldn't be able to take it. So they mustered their courage and went to the palace gate to remonstrate with their elders, even at the cost of their lives.
Not long after the man finished speaking, a strange and powerful force suddenly swept him off the steps, causing him to crash heavily into the golden pillar at the entrance.
As he said, if the regent did not come out, he would kill himself by running into a pillar.
That man was the top scholar in the imperial examination this year. His elders were the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty. He himself was truly talented and learned, so he was a bit arrogant.
He thought he was someone important, but in the eyes of truly important people, he was nothing.
The Grand Tutor, despite his advanced age, shakily went to help his grandson.
Just then, a voice filled with hostility came from inside.
"Anyone who dares to covet the throne, I'll make sure they die a horrible death! Get out of here! Anyone who dares to come within a hundred meters of this house, just try and see what happens!"
After hearing this, who would dare risk their life to stay?
In no time at all, they scattered like birds and beasts.
Ten days have passed, and it seems that Yimu has made up his mind to sleep forever.
Qingyao was able to sense that he hadn't gone to another world.
He gave one-tenth of his cultivation level to Yi Mu.
Yi Mu's heartbeat had returned to normal, and his body had warmed up. Logically, he should have woken up.
But he showed no signs of waking up.
Qingyao can hold out against him for a year, two years, ten years, but what if he never wakes up?
Qingyao wanted to make it up to Yimu, but if Yimu didn't wake up, he wouldn't even have a chance.
Qingyao looked at Yimu's face, reached out, and gently, very gently touched his cheek.
"Little lazybones, when are you going to wake up?"
On the tenth night, I still couldn't sleep until dawn.
The weather has been getting hotter lately, and the cicadas are chirping incessantly.
Qingyao doesn't need to eat or drink, nor does she feel hungry or thirsty. It is precisely because of this that every second without Yimu is even more unbearable.
In the afternoon, Qingyao felt unusually sleepy.
In his dream, in the first world, he pinned Yimu down on the sofa, his face filled with panic.
At that time, he didn't like men.
It was he who, step by step, led Yimu into the web of love he had woven, trapping him within it.
But he failed to protect this love.
He even verbally abused Yimu because of other women; he misunderstood him and put him in danger.
Yi Mu is right, he's a complete scoundrel.
So, Yi Mu, wake up quickly. Once you wake up, you can kill me or torture me as you please.
Qingyao slept until the full moon rose. When she opened her eyes, Yi Mu still showed no signs of waking up.
The palace was dark and gloomy. The palace servants dared not approach it, for fear that they might accidentally offend the regent who had gone mad and be beheaded.
Qingyao lit the lamp, conjured a water ball, placed it in a basin, wet a cloth, and brought it to the bedside.
Yi Mu loves cleanliness, so he wipes Yi Mu's body every day so that Yi Mu won't feel annoyed when he wakes up.
He unbuttoned Yi Mu's clothes and began wiping Yi Mu's face inch by inch.
This body was stunningly beautiful, without a single birthmark or mole. It was snow-white, with pinkish joints, and had the youthful innocence of a boy before he grew into a man, exuding a natural fragrance like a fruit.
Qingyao couldn't help but think of everything they had done together. He couldn't resist placing a gentle kiss on Yi Mu's slightly pale lips.
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