The Emperor sat down at the table, taking her small hand and tenderly wiping away tears from her face.
He had no intention of hiding his feelings at this moment.
Here, it was only them two.
He tenderly cradled her small face, his heart aching.
"If there is an afterlife, I certainly won't be your uncle again..."
Before he could even finish his sentence, her tears came down harder, eyes filled with despair and infinite pain.
She abruptly pushed his hand away and took up the cup of poison wine on the table.
"Lu Ming! I hate you!" she downed the poison in one gulp.
Her rosy cheeks lost their color all of a sudden, and she collapsed into his arms.
The poison took effect instantly, and the radiant princess died without suffering.
But the Emperor's incomplete sentence, the emotions he hadn't had the chance to express.
'In the next life, I want to be your husband, Yiren! In the next life, I want to be your husband, and love you and protect you forever!'
