My Empress is My Bad Girl

Yun Dai's mood at the moment is really hard to describe in words.

The hope for so many days was knocked down to the dust in an instant.

Thousands of miles away personally went to Junshan, and took pains to invite Mingmin back. As a result, it only confirmed that Zhao Yuanjing's physical condition was indeed deteriorating.

Her tears kept falling.

Zhao Yuanjing sighed: "Stop crying, okay, seeing you crying makes me feel really uncomfortable. I blame me for all this. I didn't think there was anything abnormal at first, so I didn't take it seriously. Who knows..."

"Did you not hear Mingmin say it? It's mainly because of the poison from your childhood, which broke your body a long time ago, even if there is no later thing, it..."

Yun Dai couldn't talk anymore, and fell into his arms and wept.

Zhao Yuanjing held her face, watched her tears, took out the veil, gently wiped her, and whispered: "In this way, it is my life. The mistake is that I shouldn't provoke you in the first place. I will hurt you in the future. Be a little widow."

He wanted to make her laugh, but her tears fell faster and more urgently.

"You... said you wouldn't leave me alone."

"If I break my promise, you will beat me out."

"What's the use?"

"It's still a long time in ten years. Look at you crying, as if my Ming'er can't do it anymore." Zhao Yuanjing smiled, "From today, don't leave me for half a step. We are always together."

He spoke softly and comforted him in every possible way for a long time before he stopped the tears of the woman before him.

Yun Dai's mood slowly calmed down.

The reason why she collapsed was also because the gap in her heart was too great, and she couldn't accept it for a while.

Thinking about it carefully, when Ouyang asserted that Zhao Yuanjing could only live for three to five years, didn't she also accept it.

If it weren't for Leng Rushuang's words, she wouldn't have such great hope for Mingmin.

It has been five years longer and it is already very good.

"Maybe I shouldn't expect too much." She leaned on Zhao Yuanjing's shoulder and said softly, "God does not allow a person to live too satisfactorily."

Zhao Yuanjing didn't speak, and gently rubbed her soft cheek with her right hand, coughing occasionally.

Yun Dai listened in silence, and suddenly said, "Zhao Yuanjing."

"Ok?"

"Actually, I should comfort you." Yun Dai sat up straight, pinched his ears, and stared at him, "Is it the saddest thing in your heart?"

Zhao Yuanjing smiled and said, "It's not that sad. I'm quite satisfied to live with you for a few more years. When the queen left, she once told me that everyone had to leave, but some were early. Some are late. Those who go early are lucky. Those who are left are the saddest."

"When your mother left, you were only eight years old, so sad."

"At that time, I only felt that the sky was falling." Zhao Yuanjing was silent for a while, then smiled again, "At that time, my father couldn't take care of me. For two years, my temperament became very withdrawn. Maybe it was. At that time, let the first queen have a chance."

Yun Dai could imagine how sad and helpless he was when he lost the blessing of his mother in the harem surrounded by wolves.

Who would have thought that the Queen would ruin him after all.

With such a brutal attack on an eight-year-old child, Yun Dai couldn't wait to dig the tomb of the first queen and thwart her.

But no matter how much you vent your anger, it won't help.

The status quo cannot be changed.

Now I can only rely on Mingmin, hoping that she can extend Zhao Yuanjing's lifespan as much as possible.