"The Queen refuses to eat. I want to ask her what she wants to eat. It's okay now. I'm going out first. Queen, please take your time." Fu Yaxuan glanced at Wanyan Chaofeng worriedly and exited the palace.

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The moon is crescent, the stars are bright, the wind is gentle, and on a quiet night, those sitting there raise their heads and look up at the stars, as if they are trying to penetrate the layers of darkness and reach the end of the sky.

Facing the night sky, the breeze blows. This cool night wind makes people more awake and the pain becomes more profound.

Wanyan Chaofeng held a piece of white silk in her hand. A touch of separation and longing eroded her heart. She threw the white silk on the beam, moved a chair, and stood on it.

Standing two feet tall, she looked around at this magnificent palace. Her vision was different, but the same feeling of emptiness and loneliness followed her anytime and anywhere.

I still remember that he once gently combed her hair at the dressing table. His hands were so gentle, yet so strong and warm. I remember that he said that her hair was the most beautiful;

I still remember, watching the moon together in front of the window sill, the moonlight shone on his face, and his smile was as beautiful as a fairy from the earth. He said that every night, he would accompany her to enjoy the moon;

I still remember that on that big bed, they were naked opposite each other, they were lingering and sentimental, blending into each other. He said that the person he loved most was her. Although he knew that what he said on the bed was unbelievable, and although things were different and people were different, she...

She let out a long sigh, touched her flat belly, raised a smile, and murmured: "My child, say goodbye to your father! Farewell, Yan!"

When she said these words, the tears she had been holding back rolled down her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and dropped to the ground.

Tying a knot gently, Wanyan Chaofeng gently closed her eyes. She had to take the first step. She didn't want to see everyone in Loulan Palace die because of her. She couldn't change all this. She just didn't want to see it.

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She slowly stood up on her tiptoes, put the white silk ribbon around her neck, lowered her hands, and kicked off the chair, all in one motion. Then, she felt the silk ribbon getting tighter and tighter. She couldn't breathe. Her hands and feet struggled wildly, and she felt her neck

There were deep blood marks on her head, but she didn't want to open her eyes...

Fu Yaxuan carried the sweet soup and passed the door smoothly. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the door, she saw Bai Ling hanging on the beam and Wanyan Chaofeng who was still struggling slightly.

At that moment, her hands and feet went limp, and the sweet soup and the tray all fell to the ground and shattered.

"What happened?" the maid outside asked loudly.

"No...it's nothing, I just knocked over something, I will clean it up." Fu Yaxuan pretended to be calm, and regardless of whether people outside would believe it, he immediately ran over and hugged Wanyan Chaofeng down.

When she was brought down, Wanyan Chaofeng had stopped breathing. Her flower-like face, under the pale moonlight, exuded a different kind of desolation.

Fu Yaxuan quickly gave her first aid. She placed her hands downwards on the left side of Wanyan Chaofeng's sternum and kept applying pressure.

Originally, she wanted to take her away from the tunnel tonight, and everything was arranged, but she didn't expect that the Queen couldn't wait any longer.

She hated herself so much, why didn't she take a quick step? If the Queen had something wrong with her, how would she explain it to the Emperor?

Even if you press down, there is still no reaction at all. Oops, could you really die?
Chapter completed!