Gently sliding the blade across her hand, her long eyelashes revealed a deep sorrow. She lay down and smiled.
Hao Li, I’ve come to find you.
Cang Yue woke up feeling terrified. She opened her eyes, drenched in sweat. Wiping her cold hand, Cang Yue’s eyes widened, “Ah…”
The Rui Qiu Hall was shocked by the scream, and lights were lit.
“What happened?” Ning’er asked, stunned. Guan Yue, who followed, quickly tore a piece of cloth to bandage Xu Qiuer’s wound and glared at the dazed Cang Yue. With rising anger, she dropped Xu Qiuer and kicked Cang Yue off the bed. Cang Yue looked helplessly at the unconscious Xu Qiuer and bitterly smiled, “Guan Yue, I beg you, tell the master. Otherwise, she will really die. Please tell her.”
“Shut up, go call the imperial doctor!” Guan Yue shouted.
This scene would be unforgettable for her entire life.
Cang Yue tried to rush past Guan Yue’s restraint, but Guan Yue blocked her firmly. Cang Yue could only reach out, watching Xu Qiuer and crying, “Master, master, you must live. This world has the person you love most, he’s still waiting for you. Master, please survive.”
“Shut up.”
Ning’er, trembling, asked, “The young prince is still alive, right?” She grabbed Guan Yue’s hand, begging to let go of Cang Yue. The master’s only reason to live was the young prince; this cannot be happening.
Somewhere else—
How many dark nights had he awakened from regretful dreams, silently wiping tears and wondering if what he did was right? Every day, people reported palace details to him. If he could have one chance to start over, no matter the cost.
“Your Highness…” someone hesitated.
“Speak.”
“A message from the palace: the Imperial Concubine attempted suicide and has been rescued…”
That heart-wrenching experience was already more than enough.
Someone saw the silent, grief-stricken sorrow in Hao Li’s eyes, momentarily stunned.
