Chapter 2266
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Luo Qingchen could feel the person leaning on her slowly fall asleep.
No, he should be dead … …
The snow outside the window drifted in little by little, bringing with it a touch of coldness.
She lowered her head and gently hugged Mo Ye.
She didn't know what to say, whether to cry or to calm down. In her blank mind, the System's voice slowly sounded.
[Because the host's first space failed, you can now choose whether to enter the second space.]
"Mm."
The System's voice was very deep, not as playful as it was before. It probably also knew that she was in a bad mood.
[The space-time transition will take place one day later at this hour. The host can take care of the following funeral matters.]
After Mo Ye's death, the entire country mourned.
The entire Mo Dynasty was under her control. She recommended several ministers who supported the country and gave the throne to Mo Lin.
That was Mo Ye's youngest nephew, and also his only surviving nephew.
She brought Mo Ye's cenotaph back to Shimmer Palace and placed two jars of his favorite peach blossom wine in front of him. Everything seemed so peaceful.
The palace maids and servants didn't know what she wanted to do, but Mo Ye's personal eunuch knew a thing or two.
"Just now, this servant saw the empress find someone to get some kerosene … …" He paused and looked at her with an aged expression on his wrinkled face. "His Majesty only wanted the best for the empress in his life. His Majesty put the empress first in everything. This servant has seen so many people, but I've never seen someone as infatuated as His Majesty. "
Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and nodded faintly. "I know."
"So the empress can't … …" He sighed softly. "The empress … … you must live well for His Majesty."
She didn't say anything else and walked towards the cenotaph. Sitting down cross-legged, she closed her eyes and slowly said, "You may leave!"
"… …" With a deep sigh, the eunuch slowly retreated.
She opened a jar of wine and took a sip. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, intoxicating.
"Then let's meet again in a thousand years. I wonder if you'll still remember me."
She took another sip and took out a basin of kerosene and a flamethrower from an exquisite box at the side.
"I hope that the scenery there is beautiful. I hope that the story there is moving. I hope that … there is no more sadness there."
She closed her eyes and blew out the tongue of flame. She loosened her fingers and slowly let it fall.
In an instant, the surroundings were ablaze. She gently picked up the cenotaph and hugged it to her chest, waiting for the time to travel.
The entire palace instantly fell into another uproar, but she seemed to be unable to hear anything.
'Glimmer Palace', what a nice name. Then, she would just end it where it started. There were no ifs in this period of time. She would decide the ending of the story.
Countless clamorous noises rang in his ears. It seemed like there were people constantly rushing in. The fire was very big, blinding his eyes.
"We don't owe each other anything. How about we start from the beginning?"
Even if she came, she would be the female lead. In that case, all the love and hatred in the past would disappear with death.
No one was wrong, whether it was Mo Ye or the Host. What was wrong was fate. They met at the wrong time, so they wouldn't have a good ending.
Then a thousand years later, at least they would meet at the right time.
[Ding, congratulations to the host for entering the second space. The male lead no longer has the memories of the past life and the host has all the memories.]
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