As a villain, he relies on coquettishness to rise to power

In the study room of the Imperial Master's Mansion.

The window was half-opened, and a wisp of breeze blew in from the outside. A snow-white figure sat in front of the desk. The young man lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the hand in his hand with a dark look. String of Buddhist beads and relics.

It had been a full half month. During this half month, it was as if he and Mumu had lost all contact, and there was no movement from the relic.

The fingertips holding the relic were already cold, and his heart seemed to be dead.

When Yan Zijing gradually began to realize clearly that the past two months had really disappeared like a dream, his whole world began to fall apart. At that moment, everything around him seemed to have fallen into endless darkness.

The young man trembled his eyelashes helplessly, looking at the darkening relic in his hand. He spoke in a low voice, like begging but very cautiously.

"Mumu, can you hear me?"

"Mumu, where are you?"

"Are you angry?"

"..."

His eyes were red, and his expression was not as clear as the cold moon above the rising sun. He looked like a fallen fairy who had fallen into the mortal world and suffered miserably.

The young man's hoarse pleading could be faintly heard in the study.

"Can you please talk, Mumu..."

"I miss you so much."

Suppressed, uncontrollable weeping, suppressed crying and sadness.

Wei Zhen outside the door lowered his head unbearably, feeling a little sad in his heart.

He had not seen what kind of woman the 'Mumu' in the adults' mouths was, but Wei Zhen had often heard the adults mention her.

Wei Zhen knew that the woman named ‘Mumu’ was a beloved person, and she was not an ordinary person.

Ordinary people cannot see it, only adults have seen it.

If other people knew about this, they would probably say that the so-called "Mumu" did not exist and was just a figment of Yan Zijin's imagination.

But Wei Zhen believed it because he believed in the emotion shown in the adults' eyes.

But now, the woman named 'Mumu' seems to have disappeared. The master is very sad and depressed all day long. He has not interfered with the affairs of the court for half a month.

Your Majesty sent people over many times to inquire, but they were all turned away.

Wei Chen has never liked anyone before, and he doesn't know how to comfort adults.

Suddenly one day, Wei Zhen discovered that the adult was missing.

As if he had disappeared out of thin air, there was no trace of his master in Ci Zhao.

When the adults appeared again, it was already half a month later.

The Imperial Master, who had not appeared in the eyes of everyone for a whole month, finally appeared.

But since then, the Imperial Master has never been to the court again, nor has he interfered with anything in the court.

The Imperial Master is seriously ill.

Your Majesty has invited countless wise doctors from all over the world, but to no avail.

Wei Zhen could only watch as the adult's body became thinner and thinner, his face bloodless, sickly, and extremely weak.

But Wei Zhen knew that this was what the adults wanted to see.

Because, as the adult's body becomes thinner and thinner, the adult's mood seems to gradually relax.

Adults who are bedridden often look at the string of Buddhist beads in their hands in a daze for a long time.

He would whisper that person's name, as if he was thinking about it.

Finally, in the autumn of that year, the adult passed away.

When he died, the adult had a faint smile on his lips and held the string of Buddhist beads tightly in his hand.

On the day Yan Zijin died, the whole Cizhao Kingdom was in a state of shock, and grief seemed to invade the hearts of the entire Cizhao Kingdom's people.

The starry sky at night was extremely sparse. The elderly abbot looked up at the gradually dimming stars and slowly closed his eyes.

The old abbot clasped his hands together and whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Amitabha."

Following Yan Zijing's instructions before he was alive, Wei Zhen took his body to a remote town in Anyang, but Wei Zhen could not find the string of Buddhist beads that Yan Zijing carried with him.

——

"Have you really decided to nourish this relic with blood?"

"yes."

"That's all... This relic has absorbed your essence and blood. When you pass away, it will keep your soul. But the process of nourishment and its pain, if you can endure it, it will only be your life. Amitabha "

"..."

What's the difficulty in enduring pain, what's the fear of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, the pain in this world, no matter how painful it is, can't be more painful than not being able to see his Mu Mu.

Yan Zi lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the girl sleeping beside him. He slightly curled his lips and smiled slowly.

He kissed the girl's forehead gently.

The voice is gentle.

"Mumu, I've finally waited for you."

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