Beside Xu Jiujiu's sickbed in the Imperial Palace, Nebula Douluo's already aged face looked even more haggard.
She had long since stopped sobbing, but tears still brimmed in her eyes, clouding their usual shrewdness. Profound grief radiated from her.
Nebula Douluo had no children of her own. Although she served as Princess Jiujiu's bodyguard, her feelings for her went far beyond that. After more than ten years of constant companionship, she had long since come to regard her as her own child.
Now, looking at Xu Jiujiu lying lifeless on the bed, this Titled Douluo felt as though someone had seized her heart and was crushing it.
Wang Xian'er let out a deep sigh. She, too, had watched Xu Jiujiu grow up, and her sorrow was no less profound than Nebula Douluo's.
To them, Xu Jiujiu was not some exalted Star Luo Princess, nor were they exalted elders of the Offering Hall. Their affection came entirely from the love elders felt for a clever, endearing member of the younger generation.
Both Titled Douluos were over a hundred years old. To have the white-haired bury the black-haired at such an age-the grief in their hearts was easy to imagine.
But as a Medicine Immortal who had witnessed countless lives and deaths, Wang Xian'er was much more accepting of death and separation than Nebula Douluo.
She sighed deeply and said, "Manyi, the dead cannot return to life. Once dawn comes, we should inform His Majesty. He has barely eaten or drunk these past few days, worrying about Jiujiu's safety, and tonight he finally managed to get some rest. Whatever the outcome, at least there is an answer now. In truth, everyone had already prepared themselves."
Nebula Douluo's gaze was unfocused. Only then did she nod numbly. When Wang Xian'er first admitted that