"Okay." The woman smiled faintly, her eyes showing no emotion.
Through countless dreams, he finally became the supreme ruler. When he saw that the noble woman beside him was still her, he felt a sense of relief.
The dream cycled, and in the pitch-black palace without a single ray of light, he strode into it.
"Li Zhiyan, please, don't take my heart's blood anymore," the woman pleaded, kneeling on the ground.
"Qianqian, I'm sorry, Consort Li's father is the Great General Who Protects the Country, I can't not save her."
"No! No! Please! Help me! Li Zhiyan! I shouldn't have married you in the first place! And I shouldn't have helped you get rid of the cold poison!"
The woman, whose heart was as pure as the moonlight, fell to her own blade.
Her face was covered in blood, and her blood-soaked hands were tightly gripping his embroidered dragon-embroidered gold boots.
With her last breath, she uttered her final words before she died.
"If I meet you again in the next life, I will definitely not save you!"
In his dream, watching the woman's body grow colder and colder, Li Zhiyan's heart died completely.
His hair turned white overnight, and he froze into an ice statue, embracing that cold body in the snow.
"Qianqian, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. It's my fault that you're in trouble."
Half-asleep, Li Zhiyan's large hand climbed onto Liu Xiaolan's slender wrist, and he pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Feed me!"
No matter how hard Liu Xiaolan tried, the medicine still leaked from the corner of his lips.
Liu Xiaolan was startled and unwilling to give up. She held a mouthful of medicine in her mouth and helped him through it.
She fed the medicine to the Second Prince spoonful by spoonful. Li Zhiyan's body tensed, and he couldn't help but press closer to her, his large hand encircling her slender waist, while he kept murmuring a name.
"Qianqian... Qianqian..."
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