The Cold and Proud Emperor, Don't Chase Me (66)

As far as he knew, Su Jingya had already been drugged by Su Qiao last time. She should have no hope of bearing a child in this life.

So having her bear the legitimate heir was highly unlikely.

All that effort would be for nothing.

Who knew how long Su Jingya could hold on?

However, with the King's verbal order, the Huang Family probably wouldn't dare let her die easily. They would surely do everything they could to keep her alive.

Sigh. The King was taking his anger out on others.

If Su Jingya hadn't suddenly exposed Su Qiao's identity as a woman back then, Su Qiao wouldn't have been forced to flee.

By now, perhaps The King would still be holding a beauty in his arms.

The King hadn't even entered Xuanzheng Hall before he turned around and left with a gloomy expression.

The few ministers exchanged glances and silently departed as well.

At a time like this, it was best to avoid appearing before The King.

The night was as cool as water, and all was silent.

Long Jingyuan's heart was like that dark, heavy night sky—weighty and utterly black.

He still remembered that night. The woman had been dressed in a moon-white cloud robe, holding a wine jug as she reclined in this pavilion, drunkenly gazing at the bright moon overhead and grumbling.

Her cheeks had been flushed crimson, her drunken eyes hazy and distant, and her lips as delicate and vivid as flowers at dawn. In the moonlight, she had been breathtakingly beautiful.

When he had seen that scene, he hadn't even dared move, afraid that startling her would make her float away like the wind.

But now, she had still left. She was a gust of wind, a wind no one could ever catch.

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