He thought Jiang Tian would make a scene or mock him, but to his surprise, she simply replied, "Okay."
Xiao Sheng looked at her quietly, opened his mouth, and then swallowed his words back.
He couldn't keep threatening her; he only needed to inform the Imperial Hospital not to let Jiang Tian touch the poison, or they would be beheaded.
As expected, Jiang Tian stayed at the Imperial Hospital for the next few days.
Xiao Sheng issued a special decree ordering the imperial physicians to teach Jiang Tian everything they knew, and they naturally complied without hesitation.
Seeing that she was gradually giving up her will to die, Xiao Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He tried to avoid seeing Jiang Tian so as not to upset her.
Since Wei Yunting "died" in front of everyone, even if it takes a long time, his funeral must be held, and it must be a grand affair.
If a great hero is not properly honored with a funeral, the people of the world will begin to have doubts.
Xiao Sheng sent people to make preparations.
While he was making preparations, he also sent people to keep an eye on Jiang Tian's movements.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Tian, who had not wanted to see Xiao Sheng for many days, suddenly sent someone to summon him.
Xiao Sheng didn't know what she was going to do, so he went over.
When he entered the room, he saw Jiang Tian tidying up the medicinal herbs.
"Please allow me to see him one last time before his burial, Your Majesty."
Seeing that he had arrived, Jiang Tian made her demands of him.
Xiao Sheng's eyes were deep. He had been busy with court affairs these past few days and had lost a lot of weight. His facial features were more defined and he looked more dignified than before.
But Jiang Tian was not afraid at all.
Xiao Sheng finally agreed to her request: "Alright, but you must promise me that you will not seek death in the future."
Jiang Tian's expression remained calm and composed: "I've learned a lot at the Imperial Hospital these past few days, but I haven't finished yet. Suddenly, I don't want to die anymore, Your Majesty, please rest assured."
Her cold words failed to extinguish Xiao Sheng's suddenly bright gaze.
He wanted to believe it, yet he dared not believe it.
He could never figure out what she was thinking.
But a gentleman keeps his word, and Xiao Sheng still allowed Jiang Tian to meet Wei Yunting.
He stood guard to the side, watching Jiang Tian kiss Wei Yunting's lips as if he were a precious treasure. Her eyes held a thousand unspoken words, but Xiao Sheng didn't want to read a single one.
The day of Wei Yunting's funeral was so grand that it rivaled the ceremony of Xiao Sheng's ascension to the throne.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers saw Wei Yunting off, hoping he would be carefree in his next life.
Jiang Tian did not appear until the end of the funeral.
Xiao Sheng ordered dozens of elite guards, each capable of taking on a hundred men, to watch over her in case she committed suicide.
After the funeral, Xiao Sheng rushed to see Jiang Tian, only to find her completely drunk.
The palace servants surrounded her, but none of them dared to offer any advice.
Xiao Sheng waved his hand, and they all retreated.
Jiang Tian was still drinking, her face flushed and her eyes glistening with tears. When she saw Xiao Sheng, she acted as if he were nothing to her.
Xiao Sheng walked over and tried to take her wine glass, but Jiang Tian hugged him instead.
Xiao Sheng's whole body stiffened.
The next moment, he heard Jiang Tian's soft voice: "Wei Yunting... why haven't you come to pick me up yet..."
Xiao Sheng closed his eyes, a weak smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Yes, besides Wei Yunting, who else could make her reveal her inner softness?
He didn't move, but Jiang Tian did. She tugged at Xiao Sheng's belt, muttering, "How long has it been since you touched me? Are you tired of me...?"
She was clearly drunk, but her fingers were incredibly nimble; in the blink of an eye, most of Xiao Sheng's clothes were undone.
He wanted to speak, but Jiang Tian's delicate palm covered his mouth. She half-closed her eyes, leaned against Xiao Sheng's chest, and placed her hand on Xiao Sheng's exposed strong arm.
As Jiang Tian leaned against him, Xiao Sheng felt dizzy in waves.
Until he heard her say—
"Aren't you going to carry me to the bed?"
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