Mu Yi gradually closed his eyes and slowly died.
Perhaps, he had long regretted his actions and gone to the woman to ask forgiveness.
Or perhaps...
He was ultimately upset, so he planned to go to her.
His fist was still tightly clenched, holding the only thing left by that woman.
It was a token that he had been guarding for so many years…
***
The next day...
The Ninth Emperor had just woken up when Dongfang Yu hurried in.
Initially, Dongfang Yu was used to not knocking on the door before entering the Ninth Emperor's room. But this time, after she rushed in, she saw the young man lying on the ground. She was scared and took a few steps back. Her face turned pale.
'The Ninth Emperor and Nan Changfeng slept in the same room last night?'
The Ninth Emperor did not like people to serve her, let alone share a room with people.
