Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 918
Murong Chengkang wanted to ask Mu Wanxiang if he had anything else to say to him, but seeing that Mu Wanxiang had already looked down on life and death, he couldn't say anything.

"Is your body really hopeless? Is it a collapse of blood, or something else?" Murong Chengkang asked resolutely, he was not blind, he saw Mu Wan's body so weak that he seemed about to fall when the wind blows, and The dead silence between her brows, she also knew that she was powerless now, and could only hold on with one breath.

But why?She left just like that, and all he was left with was asking him to take care of the child, nothing left.

"If I could live, how could I be willing to let go of my child? Humans are mortal, and there is no way to recover, so there is no need to forcibly defy the sky." Mu Wanxiang said softly, her voice was as soft as a feather, gently brushing.

The three of them glanced at her again, then obeyed Mu Wanxiang's wishes and left from Liuxiang Garden.

Mu Wanxiang looked at the baby just a day old with nostalgia, blaming herself for walking on a road of no return.

Let this innocent child come into the world without his parents to accompany him, and he doesn't know how to live the days after that.

But she really can't help it, life and death are fate, how can she control God.

Mu Wanxiang sat next to the desk, picked up the pen, and the ink fell on the white rice paper, smudged.

She wrote down the pen slowly, writing the only letter she left behind.

"Qingcheng, this letter may be the only communication between me and you.

Forgive me for not being with your life.

The phantom I left for you is with the Queen Mother. If you can get it back one day, live well and live strong. "

As soon as the letter was written, Mu Wanxiang walked to the bed step by step with difficulty, until she lay on the bed, she no longer had any strength, and closed her eyes uncontrollably.

In a trance, she seemed to see the person she was thinking about.

Does that count? I still think about that person even after I die.

After she closed her eyes, Xue Wei moved the little bit of ability she had recovered, and put away the letter.

The next day, Lin Jingyuan came to Liuxiang Garden and saw a person lying on the bed in the inner room, but he was not angry at all, as if he had held his breath.

Under the white veil, Mu Wanxiang was dressed in white and lay there, not a bit angry.

His heart, for some reason, ached

The beautiful woman has passed away, and during her lifetime, he never expressed his feelings, but suppressed them repeatedly.

However, the more emotions are suppressed, the deeper they accumulate.

Before she had even looked him in the eye, she had already left without a trace of concern.

When he stood outside Liuxiang Garden and looked here every day, she always pretended not to know that he was looking at her.

But now, whether you know it or not, it's all useless.

People have already left, and it is useless to say too much.

Lin Jingyuan walked out of Liuxiang Garden in a daze, and ordered someone to go to the palace to inform the emperor that the princess had passed away.

Mu Wanxiang's funeral was held grandly, and the coffin was brought into the imperial mausoleum.

Mu Shenghuang stepped into Canglan again, it was supposed to be the day when Mu Wanxiang gave birth, and Lanyin had a dream about something bad, so he came here.

But when they went to Liuxiang Garden, no one saw Mu Wanxiang, and they were all discussing one thing in the streets and alleys of Canglan, that is, Princess Anle died of dystocia and collapsed.

Princess Anle?A name that sounds familiar.

It definitely wouldn't be her daughter, but after hearing it all the way, how could he believe that it wasn't his daughter.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)