She watched as Jiang Yan quietly closed his eyes on the bed. The room was warm with burning charcoal, but life was fading away.
As historians sang his many achievements in his short life, writing that he "emerged in a chaotic world, possessed extraordinary talent, and was honored as Emperor Jingguo, whose name will be remembered in history."
Shu Yun witnessed the entire burial process and naturally saw the empty coffin next to him, with a blank tombstone.
Jiang Yan could not defy the immortal laws and could not remember what she looked like, but he always firmly believed that she existed.
Shu Yun's eyes stung, and tears welled up in her eyes.
After Xie Fugang changed the ointment on Shu Yun's waist and tidied her clothes, he picked up the medicine that had just been dried during the Lesser Heat period.
Xie Fu scooped up a mouthful of medicine, tasted its temperature, and gestured with his chin towards Xiao Shu, "Help me support her."
"Oh." Xiaoshu quickly went over to help Shuyun up.
She watched as the young master scooped up a spoonful of medicine and fed it to Miss Shuyun.
Miss Shuyun was still unconscious and unable to swallow, so we could only tilt her head back slightly and feed her the medicine in small amounts several times, allowing the medicine to seep into her body little by little.
This kind of work is meticulous and time-consuming.
Xiaoshu cautiously suggested, "Young Master, how about I do it..."
Xie Fu gently touched the drop of medicine that had spilled from Shu Yun's lips with his fingertip and said in a deep voice, "No need, I'll do it."
"oh……"
Another spoonful of medicine was placed to Shu Yun's lips, and a tear suddenly rolled down Shu Yun's cheek, disappearing into her hair.
On the day of Xiaoshu, Shuyun's lips, moistened from being fed medicine, moved slightly, and she made a sound.
Xie Fu gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips, leaned closer and coaxed her softly, "What's wrong? Don't you want to take your medicine?"
He had known for three years that she didn't like bitter medicine.
“Jiang Yan…”
Xie Fu stood there, stunned.
Xiaoshu was a little dazed. Was Shuyun calling out someone's name? Was it a member of Shuyun's family?
"I like you too, Jiang Yan..."
Shu Yun's voice was as soft as a whisper, and Xiao Shu couldn't hear it very clearly, but Xie Fu was very close to her and could hear it very clearly.
Xie Fu froze, his tall and slender figure clearly defined.
His mind went blank for a moment, his heart felt like it was collapsing, something was easily shattered by those words, and a barrage of attacks came crashing down on him, leaving him feeling utterly chilled.
After a long while, Xie Fu's dark eyelashes, as black as raven feathers, slowly drooped, and his dark eyes stared at the dark medicine in his hand, his gaze unusually gloomy.
The oblivious Xiaoshu finally sensed something was amiss and couldn't help but ask, "Young Master?"
Xie Fu placed the jade bowl containing the medicine on a side table, his voice dry and hoarse, "She doesn't like bitter medicine, so I won't feed her anymore."
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