Uncle, this palace is not going to sleep tonight

Chapter 194

Chu Ziyan didn't deserve to die, he should have freedom, love, and happiness. His death was an unforgettable pain for her, and she would never forget it until she died.

"Qing Yun, I appreciate you, so I am willing to give you a chance to take revenge. Your intelligence is rare in the world. I need you, and you need me if you want revenge, so you'd better work hard to live for Chu Ziyan. , and myself." After that, he bent down and whispered in her ear: "Remember, only women who have survived the conspiracy are worthy to share this world with me, standing shoulder to shoulder. "

Liu Qingyun acted as if she had never heard of it, and fixed her eyes on the palace and temple——Zi Yan, you will be buried in the mausoleum tomorrow, and after tomorrow, I will definitely avenge you!

She just knelt like this for an hour, two hours.

From night, kneeling to day.

Then he watched the eunuchs and palace men carry Chu Ziyan's coffin out of the palace with expressions on his face.The heavy coffin passed in front of her eyes, and the person who slept in it forever bid farewell to her.How much she wanted to look at him again, say one more word, even... even if it was just to let her personally bury him, but she couldn't - she was deprived of her title, and she was not qualified to touch him again.

Her heart seemed to be riddled with holes, and the pain made her pale.

Kneeling quietly, watching Chu Ziyan and her gradually drift away until they disappeared from sight——

"Miss, get up." Wangchen's voice behind him sighed, "Miss, since your Highness left, you have been kneeling here for three days and three nights. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to take it anymore."

Still looking at the direction where the coffin disappeared, she knelt in a daze without saying a word.

"Miss, you don't eat or drink. If His Highness finds out, he must be worried." Wangchen had no choice but to move out of Chu Ziyan, thinking that Liu Qingyun would listen, but unexpectedly, she was still dazed and expressionless.

Gritting his teeth, Wangchen said again: "Miss, even if you kneel down, His Highness won't come back to life!"

He didn't know if Liu Qingyun had listened, but Liu Qingyun's expression was still vague, her empty eyes were looking at the direction where His Highness's coffin disappeared - that was the mausoleum of the late emperor and His Highness, Yongling.

At noon in June, the sun was so hot that people couldn't open their eyes.

Liu Qingyun's tender skin was extremely red and swollen, which was invaded by the wind and rain for days and nights.

But she didn't feel anything, and she couldn't cry out the pain, because the pain in her body had long been ignored by her heartache.

Wang Chen was helpless, he clearly knew that Liu Qingyun's life was passing away silently, but he couldn't do anything, so he had to stand beside her and stay silent with her.

A few minutes later, a plain white figure rushed from the front of the palace and temple.

(End of this chapter)