Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

Ji Rong left the next morning, and Ji Rao was already on his way when he woke up.

He opened his eyes, looked at the bed tent, turned his head, and his side was empty.

While washing, he asked, "where's your majesty?"

"Back to the seventh prince, your majesty has gone to pray."

Normally, the emperor should go to pray with the queen, but Ji Rong is old and big now. As an emperor, he has never set up a back palace. Instead, he keeps a brother irregularly. Those old-fashioned senior officials must beat Ji Rong with this.

"How long will it take your majesty to go this time?"

"Seven or eight."

Ji Rong sighs deeply. The breakfast is served by someone. Ji Rao has no appetite and doesn't want to move, so he asks people to withdraw. The palace people are not moved. They just kneel down straight. Ji Rao knows that Ji Rong has been instructed before he leaves.

But now Ji Rao really doesn't have any appetite. She just wants to vomit. As for those palace people, if they want to kneel, they can't open their mouths and force them to feed.

Ji Rao sat on the seat in front of the window, his head gently leaning on the edge of the window, his eyes staring out of the window.

The trees in the yard have sprouted and turned green. The sound of birds is clear and lively. But only a few meters away, Ji Rao is a dead man. If he doesn't blink slowly from time to time, he really doesn't look like a living man.

Although I didn't eat breakfast, I still need to use medicine. The medicine made Ji Rao feel sick, but he had to eat it. He took it and swallowed it with some difficulty. He tried to resist the thought of retching. He took a breath and closed his eyes.

Ji Rao has no extra strength. When he is sober, he is less and less. He knows that he has few days to live.

When he opened his eyes and looked around blankly, he hoped Ji Rong was by his side now.

At least let him know that he is not alone.

If he was alone before he died, he would be afraid.

When he was sober, he sat at the window and didn't know what he was looking at. Maybe he didn't look at anything.

Seven days passed in a twinkling of an eye, but Ji Rao didn't wait for Ji Rong to come. He took the palace next to him and asked, "why hasn't your majesty come back yet?"

"There was a sudden heavy rain, and your Majesty was trapped there. It would be three or four days before you came back."

Three or four days.

Originally Ji Rao didn't think it was any time, but now she thinks it's such a precious day.

Can he still see Ji Rong before he dies?

Ji sighed.

Now he vomited blood more and more frequently, and his whole life was in decline. It was like a withered flower that had lost its essence. Maybe it was once bright, but now it is like this.

He propped himself up and wrote a letter to Ji Rong, with only a short line.

Seriously ill, come back soon.

He folded the letter, put it in the envelope and gave it to the palace man. "Send this letter to your majesty."

The palace official answered and went out with the letter.

Ji Rao leaned on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes gently.

Every time he closed his eyes, he was panicked, because he didn't know which time he closed his eyes, he couldn't open them any more.

At this time, he even complained about Ji Rong.

Why should I go out of the palace at such a time.

Why does it rain at this time.

It seems that even God is against him, just to let him die alone.