Zixi frowned slightly, watching the boy lying on the velvet blanket in the bedroom, bleeding constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth. The bright red color already indicates an ominous result.

After his footsteps were a little heavier, Zixi still walked over, squatted down beside the boy, and gently helped him up: "Axi."

A glimmer suddenly flashed in the boy's eyes, and his eyes looked at Zixi without any moment: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty."

Zixi frowned: "How are you?"

This is nonsense.

She knows better than anyone else about the situation of the boy.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Another mouthful of blood was overflowing, and the young man opened his mouth and finished his words intermittently, "After I die, I don't want to... go back to Daxia, Your Majesty... Don't send me... Don't forget... Don't forget, crush my bones and ashes..."

The hall was as quiet as if it was dead.

Nan Mohao and Chu Chen stood aside and looked at him silently.

Qiu Yan and Qing Dai were wiping their tears secretly. Although the prince came at first with a bad intention, they were all following His Majesty. They had already learned how involuntary this young man was.

Besides, strictly speaking, he has never really done anything that is unfavorable to His Majesty.

During these days when Zixi was not in the palace, Dugu Xi lived here instead of her identity, and Qiu Yan and Qingdai were taking care of him in person. They all knew that he was actually a very quiet and weak boy.

Qingdai was relatively soft-hearted. She saw Dugu Xi still thinking of His Majesty before her death. She felt pitiful, like a lonely and helpless child, finally getting a little warmth, but unfortunately she was about to leave this world soon.

And what is most worrying is his wish before his death.

He held his last breath and waited for His Majesty, just to look at His Majesty and then told His Majesty, don’t forget to crush his bones and ashes?

Zixi was silent for a moment and whispered in his ear.

Another bright light flashed in the boy's eyes, like a meteor flashing in the night sky. He looked at Zixi deeply until the brilliance in his eyes disappeared inch by inch.

Those eyes, which were once as bright as black gemstones, closed little by little.

Zixi reached out and pushed aside the messy hair on the boy's face. He quietly looked at the face that had completely lost its anger. He closed his eyes and blinked back the sourness in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she put down the boy, stood up and said, "Uncle Emperor, I ordered someone to prepare a coffin and send him to the imperial tomb for burial."

Imperial Mausoleum?

Nan Mohao and Chu Chen both looked at her in surprise.

"Don't be shocked." Zixi's tone was a little tired, and his voice was a little depressed, "I can't let him be homeless. Since I have appointed him as the servant of the Lord, he is a member of the Jun royal family. I just think that he has given him a place to settle down."

Nan Mohao nodded, it should be.

Chu Chen walked over and helped her, "Sit down and rest for a while, and pay attention to your body."

"I'm fine, don't worry." Zixi sat down in front of the couch, supporting her forehead with one hand, "I just felt a little sad."

Chu Chen reached out to put his hand on her temples and massaged her carefully. "I used to think he was quite hateful, but now that I know his life experience, I realize that there are many people in this world who cannot help myself."

Can't help yourself?

Zixi's tone was low: "Although he comes from an enemy country, what happened to him really makes people unable to remain indifferent."

This young man, who was only sixteen years old, closed his eyes in front of her.

Once they were enemies.

But in his short sixteen years of life, the only warmth actually came from her, the empress of the enemy country.

Whose sorrow is this?
Chapter completed!