Empress marry

Chapter 892 This woman has always been so decisive

She would never smile at him again, never ridicule him again, and it was impossible for her to treat him coldly.

He couldn't figure out how desperate it was that she could tell him so resolutely that there was nothing to do.

Half a year was enough for him to face her death clearly, even if he deceived himself in a daze, it was only a matter of a moment. Ashes pretended she was just asleep.

She asked Feng Quanqing to burn her—even if it wasn't enough to take the body away, she had to be cremated.

This woman has never been so decisive.

In the past, she simply wanted to turn around and leave, and even ran a few times without success, so that he could at least have a chance to hypnotize himself, but this time, it was probably really painful, so she just abandoned him forever, letting him go like this I can only live in regret all my life.

Up to now, her pale, weak and powerless face during those three days is still as clear as yesterday.

Shangguan Jinglan threw off the quilt carelessly, got up and got out of bed with the ashes urn in his arms. He didn't call out the little scumbag or any other servants. He sat alone in front of the dragon case and drank alone, letting the flickering candlelight reflect the depth of his cheekbones. sunken face.

His eyes were dull and his face was pale.

He gently stroked the ashes in his hands, telling himself that this was her, but his heart was still silent as far as the eye could see.

With a "squeak", the door opened from the outside.

Shangguan Jinglan didn't seem to notice it, he stroked her ashes with his left hand, and poured them vigorously with his right hand. The biting night wind penetrated through the spacious jacket, and the shivering cold air penetrated into the limbs and bones, but he didn't even Never frown.

"emperor."

As if realizing that someone was coming, Shangguan Jinglan's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes slowly, his blank gaze stayed on his face for a few seconds, and then moved away expressionlessly.

"emperor……"

Han Lu frowned and called out again.

Shangguan Jinglan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him, "What's the matter?"

Han Lu's heart trembled, and his brows furrowed deeply.

Ever since this man was just the regent, he has been by his side.However, I have never seen him like this in so many years—this man who has always been strategizing, now seems to have lost his whole world.

Therefore, the word love is comparable to the poison of arsenic.

Han Lu sighed, and stepped forward to shake the jugs scattered on the table on the dragon case, almost all of them were empty.

"Is the emperor mourning the empress?"

"..."

Shangguan Jinglan paused slightly for the jug in his hand, but did not answer.

Han Lu pursed his lips slightly, "What's the point of such a way of mourning? Madam, she won't come back."

The sound of "boom" was the sound of the jug falling on the table.

Immediately after rolling a few times, it fell from a high place on the table and fell to the ground, and then completely shattered with a crisp sound.

Shangguan Jinglan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he recalled the words Lu Qingqing had said to him in a trance.

[I love you once, I don't regret it. 】

[But from now on, I don't want to have anything to do with you, and I don't want to have peace after I die. 】

It's not that his mourning is meaningless, but that he doesn't even have the qualifications to mourn.

Because everything is his own fault, he is the one who killed her.

In the air, there was a faint scent different from pear wood and wine...

(End of this chapter)