"Dad has always been and will always be by his son and mother's side." The gentle voice sounded particularly pleasant, just like flowers blooming in spring.

The man held up the child who was looking up at him with one hand, and held the woman's shoulder with the other. On the path colored by the afterglow of the setting sun, his figure was stretched longer and longer.

When she woke up, Ling Mulao burst into tears and wet the pillow with her tears. She really wanted to immerse herself in the dream and never wake up again. At least her happiness would be there.

Even if it's an illusion, that's fine.

Maybe it was nightfall, and she could vaguely hear the sound of strings and bamboos, and the sound of gongs and drums. She thought it would be lively outside, but it was a pity that she had no chance to see it now.

I wonder if there will be snow all over the sky tonight. A wedding filled with snowflakes must be very beautiful. She once dreamed of such a wedding, but it never came true.

Ling Mulao remembered that her bedding was already very thick, but she didn't know why it was so cold tonight. Maybe it was because there was one less person around her. She just had to get used to it.

But when she thought about it, Ling Mulao couldn't help but laugh to herself. There were only three days left, and she didn't need to adapt anymore. There would be no warmth or coldness the moment she fell into a long sleep.

Maybe she was going to die. Ling Mulao felt a special pain in her chest, and the sound of silk and bamboo in her ears was also very noisy. She couldn't help curling up and hugging herself into a ball.

The pain was still spreading, and it was so painful that even breathing was heartbreaking. I felt my chest was hot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from my mouth, soaking the quilt.

Her vision became increasingly blurry, the sounds in her ears became increasingly unclear, and her body gradually became frozen as if she were lying in an ice cellar, which made her very scared.

But Ling Mulao didn't cry, she just comforted herself that the pain wouldn't hurt when she fell asleep, and she would forget about it when she fell asleep.

Royal Palace Hall.

The splendid palace was decorated with lights and colors, and a stage was set up in the central open space in front of the palace. The actors and actresses sang and danced, showing off their special skills.

Under the stage, all civil and military officials gathered together, listening to music and watching a show. It was very lively. The noise and the sound of drinking and drinking went up to the sky.

Originally, the emperor was just a concubine and did not need to be so intense. However, because Shangguan Qingwei was the princess of Xuanwu Kingdom and the sister of the empress, this wedding was extraordinarily different.

Since Nangong Yi succeeded to the throne, there has been no happy event in the palace for a long time. Although the ministers were anxious to receive messages of congratulations today, they still drank happily at the banquet.

Wang Quanjin stood at the door of the hall and looked around, his old face full of anxiety, sighing from time to time and pacing back and forth.

"Eunuch Wang, no." At this time, a young eunuch came forward and shook his head slightly towards him.

"Keep looking, keep looking!" Wang Quanjin waved his hand, but he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. When he saw Feng Yan coming from outside, he immediately asked: "General Feng, how are you?"

Feng Yan frowned, "If the emperor doesn't want to appear, we must not be able to find him."

"What should we do? The Queen has sent people to ask several times, saying that the auspicious time has passed, why haven't we started yet? What should I do?" Wang Quanjin raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking searchingly.

He looked towards Feng Yan.

"Young Master Wang has been with the emperor for so many years, don't you still know what the Sacred Heart is like?" Feng Yan didn't answer but threw the question back again.
Chapter completed!