Bai Yuyue was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Your Majesty and I are strangers to each other. Whose life do you owe has nothing to do with this slave!"
"Yes, yes..."
Cang Xiyuan slowly took out a ropa from her arms. Apart from the dazzling black and red, the original color could no longer be seen.
This is the veil cut from Bai Yuyue's bloody clothes.
"This is the bloody dress she was wearing before she died. I've been carrying it for half a year..."
Cang Xiyuan stroked the dried and blackened blood on the handkerchief, "The moment I saw it, I knew. What I said at that time, for the rest of my life, was serious..."
Bai Yuyue was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "It is the prince's business that he misses his old friend. I forgive you for not accompanying me more!"
"I know I'm not worthy of her, and I know I can't give her anything, but..."
He said, looking up at Bai Yuyue's retreating back, "I want to ask you, what is your wish? I'm willing to do anything!"
"My only wish now is to assist the Emperor in unifying the world and become a wise king!"
She dropped these words without looking back and disappeared into the night.
"Assistant, imperial brother?" Cang Xiyuan grasped the blood-stained handkerchief.
He knew that she was not dead yet.
However, nothing is the same.
Now, she is no longer the gentle and aloof widow.
She has her perseverance and ideals, and plans to dedicate everything to it.