This villain has become a ghost

"What wish did you make?"

Nangong Mingzhu leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. I won't tell you."

His breath touched her ears, making them feel a little itchy.

Yue Liuyun turned his head away and laughed hoarsely:

"...Okay, what wish can you make? Can't I guess it?"

"Of course, who can be as foreseeing as Lord Yue?" Nangong Mingzhu smiled lazily as he recalled, "...the letter Lord Yue wrote that night truly predicted all my predictions."

The flame on the lamp by the window flickered a few times, and the voice of the night watchman sounded long and drawn out in the middle of the night.

There seemed to be only the person in front of him in the young man's dark eyes, and he was staring at Yue Liuyun intently.

Yue Liuyun's face became paler and paler.

After a moment, she seemed to finally be unable to bear it anymore, and she covered her lips and coughed violently.

A large pool of blood flowed out from between her fingers.

She turned away as if to cover up something, a little dazed, hurriedly wiping away the blood, and said intermittently:

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... cough cough cough..."

Tonight is his birthday, she can't lose her composure, she has to spend the whole birthday with him...

The next second, she was pulled back into a solid embrace, the fragrance of plum blossoms was refreshing, bringing a reassuring warmth.

This person didn't seem to mind the blood on her hands at all and held her tightly in his arms.

"Okay..." Nangong Mingzhu raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips and said in a low voice, "...Didn't you just ask me what wish I made?"

"I tell you."

He stroked her cheek: "...I just told Jingtan... to ask him to take you back now."

Yue Liuyun's pupils constricted: "You...are you crazy?"

Nangong Mingzhu chuckled and shook his head.

...He knew her too well and could tell that she was just forcing herself.

She wanted to stay with him for a while longer.

But his wish... was just to keep her safe and healthy.

That's it.

Nangong Mingzhu's eyes turned red without him noticing, and he sighed softly, "Go back... This is not your home..."

Yue Liuyun felt a burning pain in his throat and spoke with difficulty:

"I have no home for a long time."

In a trance, she saw that her palms were slowly becoming translucent.

"It's okay," Nangong Mingzhu put his arm around her waist, hugged her tighter, lowered his head and stared at her, and said in a trembling voice, "...For someone as powerful as you, wherever you are is your home. You don't need anyone else."

"It's just... if you dare to forget me too quickly, I will haunt you in your dreams every night, leaving you no peace..."

The translucent palm gradually spread to the entire arm and then to the chest.

Yue Liuyun said hoarsely, "Great... I couldn't ask for more."

"...And you, if you take concubines in three palaces and five courtyards as soon as I leave and completely forget that we were ever married...I will definitely let Jingtan deal with you."

Nangong Mingzhu lifted her chin, slowly moved closer to her, took a deep breath, and placed a light kiss on her lips.

...gentle and light.

He said, "You finally know how to be jealous?"

"You've always been jealous, and I don't even want to tell you."

"Well... my wife is very magnanimous, unlike me... who is petty and narrow-minded."

"of course."

She used her translucent palm to hold Nangong Mingzhu's face through the air: "I am so generous that I can meet someone as petty as you. Just be happy."

"But..." She choked with a smile, "I'm also very happy... to meet you."

Their lips touched softly again, their breaths intertwined.

The bitterness and dull pain fermented, making it difficult to breathe.

The girl in his arms slowly transformed from a solid object into an intangible translucent object, and then into ethereal clouds and smoke, gradually disappearing.

A drop of hot tear fell on Yue Liuyun's neck.

The burning sensation spread straight to the tip of her heart.

As his consciousness grew increasingly hazy and his vision became increasingly blurry, Yue Liuyun heard a voice filled with endless sorrow and deep emotion, whispering in a low voice as if it was engraved into his bones:

"Moon Flowing Clouds..."

"……I love you."

-

The reconstruction of the palace is proceeding in an orderly manner.

To everyone's shock, the young emperor announced his abdication and handed the throne to His Royal Highness Prince Xuan.

No one knows the exact circumstances of this, but various rumors are circulating among the people. Some say... the emperor was secretly coerced by King Xuan, others say... the emperor was seriously injured and dying, hence his abdication, and still others say... the Dragon Sealing Scroll has been rediscovered...

...In short, there are all kinds of nonsense.

But it doesn’t affect anything now.

When Chu Shiqing, who had just returned from the expedition, heard the news, he almost dropped his jaw in shock.

...It's funny, he just fought a war, but when he came back, not only did two mountains collapse and the palace explode, but even the emperor was replaced!

In a makeshift office.

Nangong Qianshang, the former His Royal Highness Prince Xuan and now the new Emperor, has dark eyes and resentment, no longer as bright and cheerful as before.

He looks like he has a hard life.

He muttered softly, "Brother Emperor is such a jerk. He left all these things to me, and I don't know where he went..."

Song Zhiyi brought over a pile of memorials as tall as a man, placed them in front of him, and said concisely:

"Approve it quickly."

"Okay..." Nangong Qianshang seemed to have lost all his strength and means, and then seemed to remember something and looked at Chu Shiqing, "By the way, what did General Chang Geng say just now? I didn't hear it clearly."

Chu Shiqing was already stunned.

He smiled awkwardly and said thoughtfully, "...This time, I have completely wiped out the entire Chiyu tribe. Lord Yue once promised me that he would increase my salary and reward me with gold, silver and jewelry..."

...In short, it requires money.

But the palace was blown up and rebuilt, and he, the nominal emperor, became extremely poor.

Nangong Qianshang was a little embarrassed, but he still coughed lightly and said:

"General Chang Geng, let's not rush the salary increase..."

Song Zhiyi seemed to see Nangong Qianshang's embarrassment, raised his eyebrows and said:

"...Lady Yue is a good friend of mine. Since she has spoken on this matter, the general can rest assured. The reward will be delivered to General Chang Geng's residence soon."

Nangong Qianshang is poor, but that doesn’t mean she is poor.

Chu Shiqing was overjoyed: "Thank you, Marquis Wu'an, thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Wei Chen resigns!"

So he left happily.

On the way out, he happened to meet Lin Yuan who was also returning to the capital.

Seeing his expression, Lin Yuan understood: "...Did you get the money?"

Chu Shiqing nodded with a smile.

Lin Yuan saw the clue at a glance:

"Did the Marquis of Wu'an give it to you?"

The imperial court is very short of money right now, and it is impossible for Nangong Qianshang to have extra money to reward him.

Chu Shiqing nodded.