As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

He Yue twitched her nose slightly, turned her head, and answered the question irrelevantly, "Your Majesty smells of blood, and I feel uneasy when I smell it."

She raised her hand slightly and placed it on her heart, lowered her head and breathed slightly. She really looked like she couldn't stand the smell. Ning Rushong couldn't help but stand up and step away. His first thought was that he must not let Yueyue feel uncomfortable.

Whether it is true or false is not that important sometimes. It is probably because you are either feeling unwell physically or mentally.

He Yue maintained this posture for a long time before she raised her eyes and whispered softly, "Your Majesty, I will stay in the Mushui Palace. My body cannot withstand the bumps, so I will not go to the palace with you."

I’m afraid I won’t be able to leave once I go there!

"Yueyue, stay here for now." Ning Rushong stood not far away. The dragon patterns on his black and gold brocade robe were lifelike and solemn. He was a fearsome emperor, but also a husband who was afraid that his wife would have a relapse of illness.

"Wait until Yueyue recovers and then return to the palace. You are the rightful queen, and you deserve to be served by the people of the world." Ning Rusong said in a gentle tone.

He had an innate and urgent pursuit of power. When he was born, people around him said that he was destined to be an emperor. They taught him the ways of the emperor and let him know what to do. So he naturally believed that the throne belonged to him, and that anyone or anything in the world and within the imperial territory would soon belong to him.

Ning Rushong felt that no one would dislike power, which was the power of amnesty that could not be exchanged for gold or silver, so he shared his favorite power with the person he loved, hoping that she would be happy.

He Yue did not refuse this time. A faint smile appeared on her beautiful face, and her voice was clear and gentle, "Okay, I will listen to your Majesty."

The illness will only get worse, there will be no better days.

Ning Rushong also laughed, Jun Yong's eyebrows curved, and the hostility in his body quietly dissipated like a breeze blowing on his face. He also laughed a few days ago. He was laughing when he slapped Prince Rong's face with a sword, and he was laughing when he looked at the loyal old ministers of Emperor Jingmu kneeling in front of him. That laugh was bloody and fierce, making people feel as if a sword was piercing their spine and a sea of ​​fire was burning their bones.

He will definitely not be a benevolent emperor. Neither the Ning family nor the He family has ever produced a truly gentle person who is consistent in appearance and heart. Both families are experts in manipulating the rise and fall of power. Ning Rushong combines the strengths of both families and is even more sinister and ruthless.

All his emotions finally calmed down. He couldn't help but hold He Yue in his arms and kissed her, kissing her between her eyebrows and then on her lips. He Yue no longer had the sweet scent of makeup, but only the bitter scent of medicine. Ning Rushong absorbed this smell.

He held He Yue's wrist and rubbed it, sighing, "Yueyue, my heart has finally calmed down. You are the place where my heart is at peace and where my soul rests."

Ministers are servants who need to be weighed, palace maids are lowly straw sandals, Empress Dowager He and Prince Nan are accomplices connected by blood, but He Yue is different, different in every way.

Among millions of people in the world, only He Yue is different. He doesn't know the depth of the sea of ​​love. He dives into it fiercely. Whether he floats or drowns, he will accept it all!

Ning Rusong raised his hand and patted He Yue's back soothingly, "I'll go take a shower and then sleep with Yueyue."

"Prepare the hot spring!" Ning Rushong turned around and instructed the guard at the door, then went to the bathing pool.

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Moer came in with the newly prepared medicinal incense, and used the delicate silver handle to add the incense to the five-legged incense burner. She carefully closed the lid and watched the smoke and incense burn. Then she turned around and knelt in front of the couch, raised her head, and her gaze lingered on He Yue's frail and beautiful face.

He stared blankly at He Yue, who lowered her head with a smile, like a drooping lotus. "Why, do you want to cry like a little peach to show your loyalty?"

Moer slowly raised her arm, her fingers touching the back of He Yue's soft hand, and stammered, "What the imperial doctors said was so terrifying. I really thought you were going to die."

He Yue lowered her eyelids, with relief and peace in her willow-leaf eyes. "He's dying soon. People have a premonition of dying. He can only hold on for another month at most."

She had only taken two pills of the fake death drug and she was already bedridden. If she took the third pill, she might not be able to survive for a few more days.

"You come with me..." Moer frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped.

He Yue took her hand back and patted his shoulder gently, her voice gentle, "I don't want to go to Lan Country, I don't want to travel around, I don't want to use the so-called poisonous insect to keep my life. I am about to die, and I want to die."

He had to put an end to Mo'er's thoughts, otherwise he would be reckless and bring her to Lan Country and everything would be in big trouble.

The words "dying" and "wanting to die" made Moer shut up. He couldn't save a person who really wanted to die.

"Is it for that guy named Duan Qidai?" Moer asked suddenly.

The person who made He Yue cry so heartbreakingly and endlessly was the one who caused He Yue's health to deteriorate since then. After the high fever did not subside, she was diagnosed with a congenital disease. Now she says she doesn't want to live.

Moer found it horrifying that a person still alive in the world would die for a dead person out of so-called love.

It is true that he likes He Yue, but it is just a liking for her. He is more attracted by her desire to win and to hide a noble lady who is so noble and beautiful. So he cannot empathize with He Yue, and he can't even guess what the new emperor is thinking.

He often went out of the villa to contact his subordinates these days. He could not stay in Dayun Dynasty for many days, and he had to go back to Lan Country. In these days, he deeply realized the horror of the new emperor, who was cruel and treacherous. The blood of the palace spread on the palace road, and the palace servants knelt on the ground day and night to wipe it.

But the new emperor still treated He Yue the same as before, accommodating and warm to her in every way, putting aside his capricious moods and unpredictable imperial power.