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

"I don't allow it!" Ning Rushong held her hand, not daring to use force, but his veins bulged.

He repeated it again, his eyes full of paranoia and devilishness, "I won't allow it!"

What's the use if Ning Rusong doesn't allow it? From the day He Yue met him, she was bound by his power. He decided too many things for He Yue. Now, He Yue finally felt at ease in something that ordinary people couldn't decide.

Bloody, sticky liquid continued to flow out of He Yue's throat, but at this moment He Yue felt that her body had become lighter after these three months of hard endurance.

She looked at Ning Rusong's hand reaching out to her, shaking badly, and wiping the endless blood with a handkerchief. "The imperial physician is outside. Yueyue will survive, she will survive!"

He Yue half closed her eyes. She heard a commotion outside and even the uncontrollable crying of a palace maid. Then there was the sound of slapping. The palace maid was beaten for violating the rules.

The imperial physicians and folk doctors were led in by Xiao Guanzi. It was an ending that everyone knew, but they dared not say it out loud.

Someone brought a life-saving medicine, and Ning Rushong took it.

He Yue suddenly opened her lips and bit Ning Rushong's hand. She had enough strength left not even to leave a tooth mark. Only glaring blood fell on the intricately woven quilt.

She glanced at Ning Rusong, the new emperor of the Dayun Dynasty, and said with a pleading look on his face, "I beg you, please stay alive, I beg you."

"Drink it, Yueyue, please!"

He lowered his head and rested it on He Yue's wrist, where a string of incense ash beads and a red string were tied, "Please!"

"Ning Rushong, you always make me uneasy!" The last sentence was blurted out with blood.

He Yue gradually became short of breath. Everything in front of her seemed to be a fictitious illusion. There was no Ning Rushong, no group of imperial doctors and palace maids kneeling on the ground, and she was not the empress.

She closed her eyes in silence, finally free! He Yue thought so.

The pulse returned to dead silence, and the imperial physician who was taking the pulse kowtowed with a broken heart, "Your Majesty! The Empress has passed away!"

"Queen!"

This group of palace servants could finally cry and shout openly.

Ning Rusong leaned against the bed rails, hugged the ice-cold He Yue, and trembled all over. He screamed, "How could it end like this!"

The pain of losing his wife was like having his heart and bones broken. On July 5th of that year, Ning Rushong lost his wife!

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The national mourning for Emperor Jingmu had not yet ended, but the national mourning for the Empress arrived, and white cloth was hung everywhere.

In a village in the suburbs, there is a small Buddhist temple. The nun lit three incense sticks in front of the Buddha statue, bowed three times devoutly, and then knelt on a cushion and recited the "Jizo Sutra".

Li Xiaoshu, who was kneeling on the other side, glanced at the nun and said, "It's been a while since the late emperor passed away. Why are we still lighting incense and chanting scriptures?"

She had been imprisoned in the small Buddhist temple for a long time and had long lost contact with the outside world. Bai Huixian never asked about her, but only sent someone to deliver medicinal herbs to Xia Suling in the west wing every month.

Li Xiaoshu seemed to be much calmer. Since she had not yet become a nun, she naturally wore ordinary clothes. Due to the national mourning, she wore only white.

The nun turned the Buddhist beads in her hand and said, "Empress Yuanmu passed away."

Yuan Mu is He Yue’s title.

"Click!" The Buddhist beads in Li Xiaoshu's hand broke into pieces. She was stunned for a moment, her eyes fixed on the Buddhist beads scattered on the ground.

"Is Empress Yuanmu He Yue?" she murmured.

"You can't call Empress Yuanmu by her name." The nun warned, but this sentence also showed that Empress Yuanmu was He Yue.

"Died of illness." Li Xiaoshu said in disbelief. She bent down to pick up the Buddhist beads on the ground, one by one.

How ridiculous! He Yue was in such good health. She had never seen He Yue sick in Lijia Village. How could she die of illness? Wasn't Xia Suling, who had been bedridden for many years, still alive and well? He Yue was once the Crown Princess, and now she was the Queen. How could she not have received tribute? How could she die so suddenly and suddenly?

Kneeling silently and staring at the Buddhist beads in his arms for a long time, Li Xiaoshu clasped his hands together and began to recite the "Jizo Sutra" with the nun.

She used to be extremely jealous of He Yue, but she never thought of letting He Yue die. Death is like ashes in a lamp. Rest in peace, He Yue.

Ning Rusong of Mushui Palace fainted twice because he had not eaten or slept well for a long time. He still cried out, "Your Majesty, the Queen's funeral has not been completed yet. You can't do this! You have to let the Queen rest in peace!"

To rest in peace, the dead must be buried. He forced himself to arrange He Yue's funeral with his exhausted and wounded body. He watched with his own eyes as she was put into the coffin, and the coffin lid was tightly closed with the sound of nails being hammered.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The knocking sound was so harsh that he clenched his teeth, covered his ears, and felt a splitting headache. Qingjun's face was as hideous as a demon escaping from the cracks of hell.

"Your Majesty, please stop looking!" Xiao Guanzi cried and begged.

Ning Rushong half-knelt on the ground and watched the whole show with bloodshot eyes, and then he became exhausted and fainted.

King Nan rushed over and saw this scene. He sighed sadly, "A mother and son who are crazy about each other."

They are all crazy people who don't care about their lives and can torture themselves into this state.

The next morning, outside Ruihe Villa, a sealed coffin was carried by eunuchs in mourning clothes towards the palace. The queen who was conferred a title outside the palace ended up returning to the palace in this way. It was truly a pity that she was so beautiful but had a tragic life.

Ning Rushong was watching from behind like a walking corpse. He had lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and his face was so sinister that it made people even more frightened and silent.