Another month passed in the blink of an eye.
During that month, Su Mo began letting go of state affairs, handing some matters back to Prince Ying.
But Prince Ying only agreed to guard the nation's borders for Su Mo; he refused to take the throne of the Human Emperor.
Helpless, Su Mo could only agree.
In secret, Su Mo also began drawing on national fortune power to undertake something... something he had always wanted to do...
After Su Mo let go of state affairs, Ning Baixue followed him without leaving his side for even a moment.
As she felt time slipping away, the reluctance to part in her eyes grew ever stronger...
Often, when she looked at Su Mo, she could hardly conceal that reluctance in her gaze.
Knowing that Su Mo and Ning Baixue would soon part, Prince Ying's Princess Consort and Prince Ying seldom came to disturb them anymore.
Neither of the two mentioned it. They simply waited quietly for it to come.
Another month was about to pass in the blink of an eye. The autumn wind cut bitterly...
That night, Su Mo sat in the pavilion, writing something.
Ning Baixue emerged from her bath, attended by the palace maids, wearing a thin nightdress.
Ning Baixue slowly walked up behind Su Mo and gently embraced him, breathing in the faint scent of ink on him, her expression sorrowful.
Su Mo set down his brush, slowly took those cold hands in his, and turned to look at the peerlessly beautiful face so close to his. "What is it?" he asked softly.
Ning Baixue parted her lips and finally said, "In a few days, could you go out for a walk with me...?"
"Of course!" Su Mo nodded in agreement.
Ning Baixue froze briefly. She had thought