Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 374 No one except Changsheng

Yingchen swayed and wanted to raise his hand to touch her face, but a sudden tingling pain came from his body, making him stop, the boundless cold spread from the soles of his feet, he felt that when he opened his mouth, he was about to breathe out ice.

He took a few steps back, turned around slowly, and left the hall.

Qu Changsheng hung down weakly, hugged himself together, and sat on the ground lost in thought.

Through the moonlight, Chonglin saw Yingchen's face turned pale, and he thumped in his heart: "Your Majesty—"

The emperor glanced over coldly, motioned him to stop talking, and walked to the side hall by himself.

As soon as the door was closed, Chonglin took the quilt for Yingchen with quick eyes and hands, and saw that Yingchen's face was pale:
"This slave will call Miss Changsheng over here."

Ever since Xiao Xueyi poisoned Ying Chen, his condition has worsened.

Every bone in his body seemed to be blown by a bitter cold wind, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

Ying Chen sat on the bed, leaned against the side of the bed, shook his head, "No need."

"But—then this subordinate will find you the list of Luohui Palace."

Chong Lin really couldn't just watch him in such pain, so he knelt down and asked for instructions:

"Your Majesty, you can't do this. If you do this, after a long time, you really can't move anymore. What should I do with this country? Who can take over, Your Majesty!! Do you want to hand over the country you have worked so hard for?" Give it to others?! I beg you, let this servant do something for you, if you don’t want Chang Sheng to come, this servant will call someone else for you, or this servant will come to help you.”

Ying Chen half closed his eyes, except for Chang Sheng, no one could get close to him.

"To generate carbon, don't disturb others."

"Your Majesty!!" Chong Lin began to cry.

"Go!!" Ying Chen yelled angrily, Chong Lin clenched his fists tightly, and walked away.

Ying Chen looked at the burning charcoal fire, and the cold on his body did not ease in the slightest.

His hands were loosened and squeezed repeatedly to prevent his hands from being frozen and unable to move.

Chonglin frequently changed Tang Pozi by his side, but Tang Pozi's temperature dropped in just a moment, and she had to replace it with a new one.

He hesitated, still wanting Chang Sheng to come over, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that Ying Chen had already fallen asleep.

He was still trembling all over, his brows were tightly furrowed, for a rare moment of ignorance.

Ying Chen had a dream.

He dreamed that he dragged his already inflexible legs to a lonely grave.

Every time I see this solitary grave, it's like encountering Ling Chi, and the look of the woman dying in his arms is like a brand on my heart with a branding iron, which I can't get rid of.

"I'm coming to see you again. I don't know if you're bored when I come here every day."

He sat down, even though his body was getting cold more and more frequently, he had already gotten used to it.

He is no longer able to use his left hand.

Only the right hand can touch her name.

One stroke at a time.

One stroke and one stroke.

"I'll be able to see you soon." Ying Chen pressed against the cold tombstone, "When the time comes, don't despise me."

A chill surged through his body, suffocating him.

He closed his eyes, but as if he was enjoying himself, he circled the tombstone: "At that time, I will be able to see you again."

After an unknown amount of time, when the breath on his body dissipated little by little, he calmly leaned against the tombstone, as if he was going to meet his lover.

"Sheng'er..."

Qu Changsheng turned around and looked at the emperor leaning on the bed.

He curled up there like an abandoned child, trembling all over, murmuring her name constantly.

She dripped a bowl full of blood, tied the bandage skillfully to stop the bleeding, and signaled Chonglin to feed it to Yingchen.

(End of this chapter)