Taifu Yue died, and he died under Lin Nanyi's sword in such a solemn ceremony.
In fact, even if Lin Nanyi didn't kill him, he wouldn't live long.
Killing his own daughter with his own hands, he couldn't live with such bad news...
After Taifu Yue's death, his power in the court began to become fragmented.
Even if a few people stood up to oppose Luo Qingchen's position, it was not enough to change any situation.
In this way... she somehow became the master of the harem, his queen.
Despite this, she still did not live in Mirror Moon Palace. After all, she didn't like... that place.
"Then you can stay in the Fierce Spirit Palace for two days now, and I will build a new palace for you next to the Hall of Supreme Harmony." Lin Nanyi looked at her with a faint smile in his deep eyes.
She frowned slightly and retorted: "That's called the Golden Palace!"
Thinking about it this way, the Evil Spirit Palace seems to have happened a long time ago.
Time seemed to fly by so quickly, and before you knew it, that man had put everything to rest.
"Luo Qingchen is probably the only one in the world who can transform the cold palace into a bustling place every seven days." He raised his right hand slightly, looked at her with a look of distress and doting, and said, "Thank you for your hard work. …”
Thanks to hard work, I have never been able to stand by her side in a particularly domineering way and accompany her through all the aggrieved moments.
But if he had a choice, if he could do it all over again, he would still make such a decision.
Protect her, protect her, protect her...
At this moment, in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, I heard Lin Dongxue say such words. She couldn't help feeling that her eyes were red and she almost shed tears.
There are grievances, losses, regrets...
But when she knew that when she had these emotions, there was someone who was in more pain and anxiety than her, but she could only bear it silently with forbearance.
As long as she thinks of Lin Nanyi like this, she feels that she is a lucky person no matter what.
-
Eight days later, she held a funeral for Xiaotian.
Thousands of petals formed a "sweet" in the front yard of the Golden Palace.
This is her most special way to commemorate the loveliest person.
On this day, the Golden Palace was not open for business, but many people came.
The people who came were all those who had taken things away from Xiao Tian.
The candles flickered, and a sad atmosphere filled the air.
Luo Qingchen knew that there were many people outside the door. Although the little masters were usually mean and arrogant, there were also many people with disgusting and kind faces who came to see her off for the last time.
"Click—"
The door to the front yard was opened, and Lin Dongxue walked in slowly with a candle in her hand.
The snow on the ground had gradually melted, and he was dressed in white, looking a little sad under the bright moonlight.
"What a lovely girl." His deep voice sounded, and he slowly put the hand down.
"So..." Luo Qingchen's brows twitched slightly, turned around, blinked her eyes and said, "Are you coming to pay homage to Xiaotian, or are you coming to worship another undead soul?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew by, blowing out the candle Lin Dongxue had placed on the ground.
He felt his breathing stagnant for a moment, looked at Luo Qingchen with a look of disbelief on his face and said, "Could it be that... there really are some undead souls?"
Luo Qingchen turned around, looked at his frightened face, and couldn't help but chuckled: "Of course."
"!" He looked around, then glanced at the person on the ground who was being held by the flames, and said with a chill: "Why are you... not afraid..." (To be continued)