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

Both parties will only feel such pain on the day of transplantation. From then on, the pain will be borne entirely by the child Gu.

He Yue slept soundly that night. It was the first time she dreamed of Duan Qidai in ancient costume.

He was dressed in plain clothes, without any gold or jade ornaments, and did not even wear a jade crown. His hair was tied up with an ink-colored silk ribbon. His eyes and brows were gentle, as if he was not tainted by the mundane world.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through He Yue's mind, and she subconsciously wanted to move closer, and the red hairpins on her hair made a slight sound of collision.

He saw He Yue and chuckled. The inhuman feeling of alienation instantly disappeared, and the lotus entered the mortal pond.

"Yueyue." Duan Qidai approached her, stroked her cheek, and lowered his head to comfort her, "Why are you crying?"

It turned out that He Yue's eyes had become wet without her noticing, her eyelashes were wet and curled into wisps. She tried her best to calm herself down, her mind was so confused that she couldn't think, and she had already said whatever she wanted to say.

"I almost can't recognize you, you idiot. You look like a native ancient person." He Yue raised her hand and placed her fingers on his wrist.

Duan Qidai just smiled and said nothing. Just like he had done a long, long time ago, he put his arm around He Yue's shoulders and held her in his arms. He raised his hands to take off the hairpins and gold hairpins on her hair, and then stroked her hair.

"Tell me something extremely outrageous." This was the tone He Yue used every time she gossiped with him.

"I was forced to marry the emperor, and there was no way I could escape. I really suspected that when I traveled through time, a time traveler's halo was placed on my forehead."

She was clearly joking, but her tears could not stop flowing. She knew very well that Duan Qidai in front of her was just an illusion that would burst at the slightest touch.

"Don't be afraid." Duan Qidai's eyes were filled with grief, and he covered her ears with both hands, "Yueyue, don't be afraid."

All her disguises in front of Duan Qidai were in vain.

He Yue finally couldn't hold back her tears and fell into his arms, "I'm so scared! It wasn't me who saved him in the beginning! It was Li Xiaoshu! Why did he choose me!"

"There were always a few missing palace maids in the Biyuan. I'm not blind! I was so scared that I would be the next one missing."

"I am a coward who is afraid of death. How can I not be afraid?"

Duan Qidai's body was gradually dissipating, and his dream was also collapsing bit by bit. He only left one last sentence, "Don't be afraid."

He Yue suddenly opened her eyes, and when the mist in her eyes dissipated, she could see the luxurious ceiling in front of her, and her beautiful face was covered with tears.

It took her a long time to wake up. Hui Qing lifted the curtain and was startled, "Madam, what's wrong? It still hurts. Do you want me to call the imperial physician?"

He Yue half stood up and shook her head. Her pretty willow-leaf eyes were dazed and her voice was cold. "No need."

"Your Majesty was also ill yesterday, so he didn't come to visit the Queen." Hui Qing presented a wet handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears from He Yue's face.

"Will he get sick too?" He Yue asked this question without thinking too much.

Hui Qing handed the handkerchief to Xiao Bi who was standing beside him, and helped He Yue lean against the bedside, speaking naturally, "Your Majesty is also an ordinary person, and birth, aging, illness and death are common sense."

"My queen, how are you feeling now?" Hui Qing asked worriedly.

The weather is good today. The light from the stained glass window shines into the inner room through the screen, falls on the ground, and presents a false brilliance.

"Very good, unexpectedly good." He Yue replied.

I have never felt so good. It's like I have gone back to two years ago, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

"Then I will help you wash up." Hui Qing smiled sincerely, "Breakfast in the imperial kitchen is ready."

Ning Rushong was ill for three days. He started practicing martial arts since he was young, so his foundation was much better than He Yue's, and his condition gradually improved.

At night, he stepped into the inner hall of Yongding Palace and looked at He Yue, who was sitting in front of the desk flipping through the book in her hand. She sat upright with a straight back. The dark green palace dress made her look solemn and noble, and gorgeous gold and jade were dotted among her thick black hair.

She had completely shed the inappropriate naivety she had two years ago, and he had used his power to more or less turn her into what she was now.

But his love for He Yue remains the same as before, without any change. He cherishes her with compassion.

He Yue was the most cherished hope he held on to in his decadent life, and all his tenderness and kindness were placed on her.

He Yue also noticed Ning Rushong at the door. She closed the booklet and looked up. Only three days had passed, but it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Ning Rushong looked much thinner. From her angle, his cold and handsome face looked a bit sickly, but even so, his aura did not weaken in the slightest.

"Your Majesty, why don't you come in?" He Yue asked him in a calm voice.

Ning Rusong stepped into the inner hall and sat in front of her. "I want to see Yueyue. Yueyue hasn't come to see me in the past three days."

He now sounded like he was begging for mercy and love, and although his tone was gentle, it still strangely revealed this meaning.

He himself did not realize it, but He Yue had already seen it. It was very strange that one day she could see through this cruel and treacherous emperor.