He was the emperor. In the future, when she died, she would not be able to be buried together with him in the imperial mausoleum.
Was this the arrangement he had made for her?
Jun Xi Qing restrained her long and slender feathers and laughed to herself.
“Ha.”
Her low laughter reverberated in the quiet room. It was incomparably gentle, like self-mockery, like sorrow.
The Brahma school knew how cruel this was for a girl, but there was nothing they could do. The Man Jun Xi Qing loved was not a mortal.
“Miss Jun...”
Jun Xi Qing looked at Little Pipi, who was playing. “I want to wait for him for another half a year. In half a year, if he still hasn’t returned, I will personally hold Chengye’s hand and step by step walk to the pinnacle of imperial power.”
The Brahma school did not say anything else. This half a year was the final opportunity. If the sovereign was still alive, he would definitely return.
