Rebirth: The imperial concubine is no longer jealous, and the emperor panics

Hearing the cries coming through the palace wall, Shen Yao stopped. She didn't want to step into the East Palace at all.

But she also promised Lu Lingchuan that she would face the past life with him. After thinking for a moment, she mustered up the courage,——

"Yaoxing, let's go in."

She looked at the sky. Snowflakes were falling in large flakes.

Soon everything was covered in silver and white.

"Sister Yao'er, don't worry, no matter what happens this time, I will be with you."

Yao Xing's snow-white sleeves were waving in the air, and the silver light enveloped the two of them.

"Yao'er, this way, others won't see us." Yao Xing raised the corners of her lips and smiled gently at Shen Yao.

His smile seemed to have a strange power that quickly comforted her.

Outside the East Palace, snow piled up.

There was no one in the East Palace, but as far as the eye could see, it was filled with pure elements.

Shen Yao traveled through the main hall and relied on his memories to reach Zhilan Palace.

The door of Zhilan Palace was open, and the window lattice made a snapping sound due to the cold wind.

The long white silk threads all over the house were fluttering in the wind.

She stepped into the threshold, and there was a small person lying on the bed. He was so thin that his bones were visible, his jaw was pointed, and his eyes were closed heavily.

Kneeling in front of the couch was a man in mourning. He was crying and was wiping the faint blood from the corner of her mouth with his sleeve.

"Yao'er, please wake up quickly, you have been sleeping all day and night."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. Yao'er, wake up quickly and don't scare brother Lingchuan, okay?"

He knelt in front of the couch and begged her over and over again.

There were also pale, feeble tears that trickled down and wet her cold, porcelain face.

Lu Lingchuan was even more panicked and helpless, but despite him crying and shouting, the little man on the couch remained silent forever.

He pressed his heart and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Amitabha!"

A deep sound of the Buddha's trumpet came, and Shen Yao looked for the sound, and a monk with a bamboo stick and mango shoes appeared at the door of the temple.

Xiu Yuan clasped his hands together and faced Lu Lingchuan, "Your Majesty, this poor monk has a way to make the noble concubine return in spirit."

After a long time, Lu Lingchuan raised his teary eyes and asked in disbelief, with a rare clarity in his eyes.

He faced Xiu Yuan and said, "Just tell me, as long as the imperial concubine can wake up, I can agree to whatever request you make."

At this time, Xiu Yuan took out a piece of red silk cloth filled with spells from his arms and handed it to Lu Lingchuan.

This piece of red silk cloth looks familiar to Shen Yao.

"Your Majesty is the True Dragon Emperor. Your blood is extremely precious. As long as this prayer flag is dyed with the emperor's blood, the poor monk can cast a spell to bring the empress back."

Xiu Yuan's eyes were deep and he spoke solemnly. Every word he said was a fatal temptation to Lu Lingchuan.

"it is good."

Lu Lingchuan pulled out the imperial sword without hesitation and cut a gash on his wrist.

Blood dripped down like a drop, and soon the red silk cloth was dyed through.

"Yao'er, wake up quickly." Lu Lingchuan used his other hand to gently caress the pale and cold figure on the couch.

"Great monk, why hasn't the imperial concubine woke up yet?" He turned to look at Xiu Yuan, his words full of sadness.

"The imperial concubine is still awake because Your Majesty's blood has not been shed enough."

"Your Majesty needs to spend seven days nourishing this prayer flag with the blood of the emperor. Then it will have the effect of summoning the souls of the living and dead."

Xiu Yuan tore off a section of the hanging white silk and wrapped it around Lu Lingchuan's wrist.

"Today is enough. Your Majesty only needs to do this every day and continue to wait patiently for another six days. The imperial concubine will definitely return."

After talking about cultivating the relationship, he held the Buddhist staff and stepped out of the threshold.

"Amitabha!"

He kept chanting the Buddha's name and walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Lu Lingchuan grabbed the blood-covered silk cloth and continued to kneel in front of Shen Yao, with a smile on his embarrassed face.

"Yao'er, it's okay, you have a good sleep. Brother Lingchuan will wait patiently for you for six days."

Shen Yao looked at all this and understood many things.

It turns out that with the help of the emperor's blood, it was Yao Xing who was summoned back. This also explains why Lu Lingchuan's blood can restrain Yaoxing.

Night and day passed quickly outside the window. Seven days had passed and Lu Lingchuan was lying beside Shen Yao's couch, his whole body already extremely weak.

"Yao'er, why aren't you awake yet?"

He murmured and asked, "Is it because God feels that my heart is not sincere enough and my blood has not been shed enough?"

A pale smile appeared on his face.

"Yao'er, don't be afraid, I'm here to accompany you."

He leaned forward and kissed the girl who was the love of his life.

After all, he failed to protect her and completely failed her.

Lu Lingchuan held Shen Yao's cold fingers with one hand, raised the imperial sword with the other, placed it across his neck, and exerted all his strength...

Blood spattered and soon followed his body, winding out a small black blood path on the brocade red carpet...

Shen Yao stepped forward and checked Lu Lingchuan's breathing. He had no life left at all...

"Brother Lingchuan, wake up!" Shen Yao called hurriedly.

Could it be that the truth of the previous life came to the end, and Lu Lingchuan died for her like this.

She was not feeling well at this time.

But why does Yao Xing keep saying that he has a house full of concubines and children and grandchildren?

Shen Yao was puzzled and busy calling for the stars in the void.

"Yao'er, are you looking for me?" Yao Xing appeared quickly, and he circled happily around Shen Yao.

Shen Yao asked, "Yao Xing, tell me that in the previous life, it was the Great Monk Xiuyuan who resurrected you with the help of Lu Lingchuan's emperor's blood, right?"

"Yes." Yao Xing said, "It's just a mistake in cultivating the relationship. Even if Lu Lingchuan loses all his blood, there is no way for me to regain a physical body."

Shen Yao whispered, "So, Yao Xing, you can really forgive him."

"Yao'er, don't you hate him?" Yao Xing asked.

"From the day I found out that he was not the real murderer of me in my previous life, my hatred for him has faded away."

"In this life, he was trapped by love and paid the price. I don't hate him anymore."

Shen Yao faced Yaoxing and said, "I don't want to see my past life in my dreams anymore. No matter what happens next, it will still be a miserable time. Send me out."

"Sister Yao'er, you deserve it if the Dog Emperor doesn't cherish you!" Yao Xing waved his snow-white sleeves.

At this time, the two of them arrived at the main hall of the East Palace, Lu Lingchuan's bedroom.

A group of imperial doctors gathered around Lu Lingchuan's couch, "Your Majesty, wake up."

"Your Majesty, wake up."

Everyone said happily, "Go and tell the Queen Mother."