Pei Yuanhao, will you let me go?

This thought lingers like a nightmare. Now he is just a prince and can already control my life. What if he ascends the throne?

Is it true that even after my death, my soul will not be able to fly out of this Nine Layers Palace?

When I thought of this, I just felt like I was trapped in a net, and I couldn't escape the suffocating feeling of being bound. I looked up at the faint morning light through the window paper, but in front of me, there was darkness.
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At this time, I turned around and found that the emperor had woken up at some point.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

I hurriedly walked in, but he was still lying there, looking at me motionless, with a dull expression on his face. I said cautiously: "Does your Majesty want a drink of water?"

He nodded lightly, and I hurriedly walked out and poured a cup of hot tea, held it in my hand and let him take a few sips.

After he finished drinking, I wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and said carefully: "Long live, are you going to get up? I will help you wash up?"

At this time, he slowly opened his mouth, as if he was saying something. I hurriedly listened and heard him saying intermittently: "As soon as... as soon as... the frost... falls"

Under the frost?

Isn't this an ancient poem? How could he say such a sentence for no reason?

I looked at him strangely, but he was still chanting over and over again: "Once... once... sky... frost..."

I was confused and was about to ask him what he meant. Then I heard a burst of rapid footsteps in the snow outside. Someone ran over in a hurry and didn't stop until he reached the door. There was a clang,

The door was pushed open.

Who is so bold!

I hurriedly got up and walked out. When I opened the bead curtain, the poem seemed to suddenly flash before my eyes - "A sky full of frost". Where have you seen it?

Just then, a familiar voice came from the front, interrupting my thoughts.

"Qingying!"

As soon as I looked up, I saw Pei Yuanfeng running in covered with snow foam. When he turned around and saw me, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a happy smile appeared on his childish and handsome face. He walked to my door in a few steps.

In front of me: "Qingying, it's really you, you're really back!"

I also smiled slightly and said: "Your Highness, I would like to send my regards to His Highness King Qi."

Just as I was about to bend down to salute, he grabbed my hand and said angrily: "Don't do this with me!"

Sure enough, he is still the same reckless child.

I smiled slightly and said: "Your Highness, it would be bad if the Emperor heard you like this."

"Oh." He then remembered and looked inside: "Where is your father? Are you still asleep?"

"The Emperor just woke up and——"

Before I finished speaking, I had already walked in with him, but unexpectedly, the emperor actually closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

It's strange that he fell asleep so quickly. He slept very soundly last night, and - what happened to the poem just now, once the sky is frosty? Is he sick and confused, or - has another deep meaning?

Pei Yuanfeng stayed at the bedside for a while, and a trace of worry slowly appeared on his face: "My father's body is really getting worse every year."

I asked cautiously: "Your Highness, does the Emperor do this every winter?"

"Yes." He nodded and said in a low voice: "But in the past, my spirit was not as bad as this year. I couldn't even say a few words. I don't know what happened to the hospital. I haven't been able to do anything for so long."<

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Chapter completed!