"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager wishes to see you," Wei Jue reported cautiously.
He was afraid the man wouldn't hear, yet also afraid of startling him.
The white-haired man's expression was cold, and a deathly stillness clung to him, devoid of any sign of life.
If not for the devout posture of his kneeling and the way he mumbled Mei Wanying's name, one might have truly mistaken him for a dead man.
To the observing "Pei Yan," three words appeared in his mind: 'a walking corpse.'
Because he had dreamed of many such things before, this "Pei Yan" was not surprised.
If he were the one to experience the tragedy from the dream, he would likely be the same.
He couldn't even bear to imagine losing Mei Wanying, let alone experience it firsthand.
'I would go mad!'
'I wouldn't be able to live!'
The man remained kneeling, motionless, offering no response no matter what Wei Jue said.
