Ye Qinghuai fell into a warm embrace, an embrace she had longed for day and night.

Lu Yanchen hugged her tightly and put one hand on her neck, as if trying to stop the blood from gushing out.

"Where is the military doctor? Tao Erlong! Go call the military doctor! Go quickly!" He turned his head and roared.

Ye Qinghuai had never seen such a look on his face. In his eyes, she saw the panic of the building falling apart.

Ye Qinghuai suddenly felt relieved. Being able to see Lu Yanchen so nervous about him in his lifetime, even if he had ulterior motives, Ye Qinghuai felt that he would die without regrets.

She took out a sealed posthumous edict from her arms and said with a smile: "Sir, don't panic... Before you came, I had already made a posthumous edict to abdicate and pass the throne to you. When the six old ministers saw this posthumous edict, they would understand

I surrender to you. From now on, the world and the people will be entrusted to Sir... I am not a good emperor and have made the people suffer. Sir, please don't let them down again..." She stuffed the posthumous edict into Lu Yanchen's arms.

Here, I held his hand, held the edict tightly in his hand, and pushed it hard, as if he was solemn.

Ye Qinghuai's vision dimmed, and she saw Lu Yanchen's mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something, but she couldn't hear clearly, and there was a sharp tinnitus in her ears.

Even though she couldn't hear clearly, Ye Qinghuai smiled. She had nothing to ask of him and didn't want to listen to what he had to say anymore.

She turned her head with difficulty in Lu Yanchen's arms, glanced at the majestic and cold throne for the last time, and murmured: "There are no fathers and sons in the Tian family, and brothers are jealous of each other. Yes, there is no family affection in the Tian family. I

But I still hope that my husband will give me his sincerity. It’s ridiculous that I’m still young..."

In Ye Qinghuai's distracted vision, she seemed to see the gloomy winter sky like a leaden gray curtain, pressing heavily on the top of the palace city, with large snowflakes falling slowly, like silent dust flying all over the sky.

Ye Qinghuai, the last emperor of Da Jing, just cried and laughed and closed her eyes in the arms of her teacher Lu Yanchen, ending her short and absurd life.
Chapter completed!