"So she was really reminding you in such a way." Zhi'er exclaimed, a bit surprised.
The former Empress had a delicate mind, enduring countless days where the truth couldn't be spoken, facing both the demands of Prince Li Zheng and the suspicion from her lover, Long Xiyuan.
How painful must that have been for her?
Zhi'er walked to the bedside where she had once slept.
She gently stroked it and nodded: "The aura here is very sorrowful. During sleepless nights, the former Empress might have been crying."
Long Xiyuan was in a daze: "I never knew she... she was doing it for my own good."
Suddenly, Zhi'er hesitated slightly: "Huh?"
Long Xiyuan immediately became nervous: "What is it?"
Zhi'er glanced back: "You've invited so many Taoists and Monks to summon her soul, hasn't she ever come back?"
Long Xiyuan nodded.
His gaze was somewhat heavy.
Because when he hurried over, the former Empress had already passed away.
Leaving behind only a ledger.
