Luo Qing Chen could feel the body leaning on her sink as they slowly fell asleep.
No, it should be that he was dying.....
There were traces of snow that drifted in from the window, bringing a bit of a chill with it.
She lowered her head and softly hugged Mo Ye.
She didnât know what to say, whether to cry or remain calm. In her empty mind, the systemâs voice slowly rang out.
[Since the host has failed the first world, you can now choose whether you wish to enter the second world or not.]
âUn.â
The systemâs tone was very deep and not as playful as before. It should know that her mood wasnât good.
[The spatial transfer will be a day later at this hour. The host can take care of the following matters.]
After Mo Ye died, the entire country mourned.
The entire Mo Dynasty was controlled by her. She recommended several ministers before handing the throne to Mo Lin.
This was Mo Yeâs youngest nephew and his only surviving nephew.
She brought Mo Yeâs coffin to the Shimmering Hall and placed two jugs of his most favourite peach blossom wine in front of it. Everything seemed that peaceful.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The maids didnât know what she wanted to do, but Mo Yeâs eunuch knew a thing or two.
âThis servant saw that the empress had someone bring some kerosene......â He paused as he looked at her with that wrinkled face of his, âHis majesty just wanted the empress to live well in this life, so everything will be decided by the empress. This servant has seen many people, but this servant has never seen his majesty be this infatuated with someone.â
Luo Qing Chen pursed her lips and gave a slight nod, âI got it.â
âSo the empress canât......â He gave a sigh and said, âEmpress......You have to live well for his majesty.â
She didnât say anything else and walked towards the coffin before sitting down with crossed legs. Only then did she slowly open her closed eyes to say, âGo!â
â......â There was another deep sigh before the eunuch slowly retreated.
She opened a jug of wine and took a sip. The air was filled with a faint fragrance of peach blossoms that made people a bit intoxicated.
âSee you in a thousand years. I donât know if you will still remember me.â
She took another sip before taking out a match and a jug of kerosene from the side.
âI hope that the scenery will be good, the story will be moving, and I hope......that there wonât be any sadness there.â
She closed her eyes and lit the match before releasing her fingers, letting it slowly fall.
The entire area was covered in flames. She just put her mourning clothes in front of her and waited for the spatial transfer.
The entire palace blew up, but she couldnât hear anything.
âShimmering Hallâ, such a beautiful name. Letâs end it where it started. If there were no ifs at this time, she would choose the ending to this story.
Countless voices rang out and people seemed to rush in. The flames were so strong that she couldnât see properly.
âWe donât owe each other anything, how about we start from the beginning?â
If she came, she would be the female lead. Then she would use her death to make the love and hatred of the past disappear.
No one was wrong, whether it was Mo Ye or the previous host. What was wrong was fate, they met at the wrong time and didnât have a good ending.
Then a thousand years later, at least let them meet at the right time.
[Ding, congratulations to the host on entering the second world. The male lead will no longer have the memories of the past and the host will have all her memories.]
The time?
[The winter of the twenty eighth year of the Luo Dynasty.]
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