Chapter 574 : Whose daughter is the person and event back then?
The people and events of that year, whose daughter was it? (Twenty-five)
"Really not?"
"Unless you want her to die." The imperial doctor coldly interrupted the emperor's hope.
Wan Qing listened confusedly, wondering why everything was different from what she had originally planned.
It turned out that she was planning to let her body get worse and worse in the next half month, until her beauty faded away and she died in an honorable manner...and she left the royal family completely in an honorable manner.
Although I feel sorry for the emperor, the emperor is also not suitable for warmth...
Unexpectedly, before everything could begin, the imperial doctor overturned everything and left her in such a half-dead state that she was about to leave the palace...
Now I can leave quickly, but it seems I can't leave completely.
However, it was in vain for her to think about it now. She could not speak or move, so she could only be at the mercy of others.
"I understand." The emperor's disappointed voice came. "Things are ready and ready to go at any time."
The imperial doctor did not speak, and there was no sound in the room. After a while, Wan Qing felt someone moving her body, changing her clothes, and washing her.
After a while, she felt someone hugging her and walking slowly.
She knew, probably from the royal doctor, that it was time to leave.
Just as she was saying goodbye to everyone in her mind, a familiar voice suddenly came to her ears.
"Sister, when things get better in the future, you must remember to come back."
It's Xiao Jing.
"No matter what you need, brother will always be here waiting for you, anything, anything, anything, as long as you ask, brother, I will go through fire and water for you."
Xiao Jing's voice was a little choked.
"My parents will miss you, my sisters will miss you, and I will miss you too..."
The sound didn't stop until her body was placed on a soft cushion again. A period of silence continued, and she felt the hand holding her slowly move on her face.
Until a warm feeling was printed on her forehead, which stayed there for a while and then slowly left.
The warmth left, the hands left, the breath left.
"Brother..." Wan Qing whispered in her heart, but no sound came out.