Chu Ci looked at his darkened face and curled the corners of her lips again, "Isn't it almost time to get married? There's only a year and a half left. Can't you just be patient for a year and a half?"
Concubine Lan had indeed discussed a more suitable date with Chu Ci before. It was definitely too late to prepare now. If the emperor could not survive this winter, the whole country would have to mourn for a year, so a year and a half later would be the most appropriate time.
No matter who Chu Ci's husband is in the end, the wedding will be held at that time.
"Just over a year, it will go by quickly." Chu Ci patted his shoulder with a smile in her eyes.
Su Yu looked at Chu Ci's face in silence for a long time, then quickly and quietly retorted, "...hurry up."
Where did you learn this?
Chu Ci couldn't help but raise her hand and pat the man on the forehead, "Did you say dirty words?"
"……No."
It sounds a bit aggrieved.
Chu Ci couldn't help laughing, her head still resting on his chest.
Her hair was scattered around her, and her face was soft and beautiful. When she smiled, it seemed as if all the stars in the sky were in her eyes. She was really beautiful.
In the end, Su Yu couldn't help but lower his head to touch Chu Ci's forehead. Without saying anything, he heard Chu Ci calling him with a smile.
"Su Yu."
"kindness?"
"fiancé?"
"……kindness!"
'Su Yu's love value +1, currently 99.'
After the two of them talked it out, the distance between them felt a little less.
Chu Ci was coaxed into drinking the bowl of extremely bitter soup.
Seeing Chu Ci struggling in his arms and refusing to drink, and even saying that the imperial physician was deliberately taking revenge on her, Su Yu had a gentle smile on his face and forced Chu Ci to drink it all without question.
Then he stuffed a candied fruit into Chu Ci's mouth, looked at Chu Ci holding the candied fruit in his mouth with a wronged look, burped, and finally shrank into the quilt with his arms around him as if he particularly disliked him.
The two of them had indeed been making a fuss for quite some time, and the imperial physician said that Chu Ci should have a good rest.
After experiencing the feeling of having his heart hanging in the air for the entire afternoon, Su Yu felt a little hungry and tired. He stopped bothering Chu Ci and lay down on the bed, holding Chu Ci in his arms from behind.
After Chu Ci tossed and turned for a while, he still didn't let go and said, "Let's take a rest."
Hearing the fatigue in his voice, Chu Ci didn't say anything more. She hugged the quilt and closed her eyes.
But this night was destined not to be peaceful.
The bell from the imperial city struck nine times.
The silence was broken in an instant.
Su Yu opened his eyes the moment the bell rang, raised his hands to cover Chu Ci's ears, and listened quietly until the bell finished ringing.
The corners of his lips curved slightly.
He pulled Chu Ci, who was a little disturbed, into his arms and buried her face in his chest. Then he looked towards the direction of the imperial city.
In the Beiji Dynasty, the bell would ring nine times, indicating the death of the emperor.
Originally, it seemed that Su Xiaotian could live longer, but he didn't expect that he would not survive today.
Su Yu thought so, but without any other expression. He held Chu Ci in his arms, adjusted his posture, and fell asleep again.
By the early morning of the next day, the imperial city was in an uproar. The emperor had just passed away, and the eldest prince and his mother had already realized that something was wrong.
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