Chapter 1580
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Imperial tutor Yue was dead. In this solemn ceremony, he was killed by Lin Nan Yi's sword.
Actually, even if Lin Nan Yi didn't kill him, he wouldn't have lived for long.
Killing his own daughter, this kind of bad news, he couldn't keep living at all … …
After imperial tutor Yue died, his power in court began to scatter.
Even if there were a few people who came out to oppose Luo Qingchen, it wasn't enough to change the situation.
Just like this ….. she strangely became the master of the harem, his empress.
Although this was the case, she still didn't live in the Mirror Moon Hall. After all, she didn't like ….. that place.
"Then you can live in the Fierce Spirit Palace for two days, this one will build a new palace for you beside the Supreme Harmony Hall." Lin Nan Yi looked at her with a faint smile in his deep eyes.
She slightly knit her brows and refuted, "That will be called the Golden Palace!"
Thinking of this, the Fierce Spirit Palace was something from a long time ago.
Time seemed to pass very quickly and without knowing it, that man had put down all the dust.
"Being able to turn the cold palace into a lively place every seven days, there is only Luo Qingchen in this world." He raised his right hand and looked at her with a pained and pampering gaze, "It's been hard on you … …"
It's been hard on him not being able to stand by her side in a domineering way, going through all the grievances with her.
But if he had a choice, if he could do it all over again, he would still make the same decision.
Protect her from harm, protect her from harm, protect her from harm …
At that moment, in this Supreme Harmony Hall, hearing Lin Dong Xue say these words. Her eyes couldn't help turning red and tears almost came out.
There was grievance, loss, and regret … …
But when she knew that she had these emotions, there was someone who was in more pain than her, but she could only silently endure it.
Thinking of this Lin Nan Yi, she felt that she was a lucky person no matter what.
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Eight days later, she held a funeral for Xiao Tian.
Tens of thousands of petals formed a 'Tian' in the front yard of the Golden Palace.
This was her most special way to commemorate the most adorable person.
That day, the Golden Palace wasn't open for business, but there were many people who came.
The people who came were the people who had taken things from Xiao Tian's hands.
The candle swayed gently, and the air was filled with a touch of sadness.
Luo Qingchen knew that there were many people outside the door. Although those young masters were usually arrogant, there were also many disgusting and kind people who came to send her off.
"Kacha —"
The door to the front yard opened and Lin Dong Xue slowly walked in with a candle in his hand.
The snow on the ground had gradually melted, revealing his white robe. Under the bright moonlight, he looked somewhat sorrowful.
"What a cute girl," he said in a low voice as he slowly put her down.
"So …" Luo Qingchen's eyebrows twitched slightly. She turned around and blinked her clear eyes. "Are you here to pay respects to Little Tian or another soul?"
As soon as his voice fell, a cold wind blew out the candle Lin Dong Xue had placed on the ground.
He only felt his breathing stagnate in an instant. He looked at Luo Qingchen with an inconceivable expression and said, "It can't be that … there really is an undead, right?"
Luo Qingchen turned around and looked at his frightened face. She chuckled and said, "Of course there is."
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