Feng Yun personally took charge of Emperor Tianshou's grand funeral arrangements.
The child who once played with the Wind Chime, looking forward to her arrival with anticipation, calling her "wife," has now become a solemn and majestic temple name, forever fixed in the imperial tomb.
Returning from the imperial tomb, Feng Yun simply took a bath, and her body began to heat up...
She could not remember how long it had been since she last fell ill.
This fever brought all the emptiness, helplessness, loss, and regret from her past and present lives, sweeping through her and making her head dizzy...
She had been tired these days, without proper rest.
Lying down, she wanted to sleep deeply, unconscious to the world.
"Xiaoman, do not let anyone disturb me."
At this time, Pei Jue had entered the palace.
The palace was preparing for the New Emperor's coronation ceremony.
In ten days, King Zhuangxian Yuan Yin would ascend to the throne at Chongzheng Hall.
