The word death is not unfamiliar to Yingying.

She had always maintained a contemptuous attitude towards this word in her previous life. After all, no one has the right to let a "wandering soul" who has never lived to fear its terribleness. After living for a lifetime, Yingying began to gradually fear the word.

At the time of Yin, everything sounded silent, and Yingying finally decided to see Yan Jihua again.

Xiaodai was waiting outside the palace gate with a lantern. Qin Rong personally sent her out. Perhaps because of the atmosphere, Yingying felt a sense of panic inexplicably. She grabbed Qin Rong's hand tightly and stopped at the outskirts of the East Palace and said, "Or... I won't go."

Qin Rong stopped as she walked, and the warm candlelight reflected on his side in the dark night. He looked at Yingying and raised his hand to pull her broken hair behind his ears: "Follow you, if Yingying doesn't want to go, then we will go back to sleep."

As he said that, Qin Rong stopped where he did not move, and left the choice to Yingying.

Yingying lowered her head and was struggling for a long time. Thinking of Yan Jihua whom she had met in the sun, she sighed: "Forget it, I'd better go see her."

If Yan Jihua had any intentions for her, she would have succeeded when Liu'er slandered her, and would not say that kind of thing to her during the Ridge. She was about to die and was helpless in the Northern Region. Maybe she had something to say the same thing, right?

Thinking of this, Yingying hugged Qin Rong's waist. She sucked the light and pleasant fragrance of Yaxiang on his body, buried her head in his arms and rubbed it: "Three brothers wait for me to come back."

Qin Rong stroked her hair to express comfort and said softly.

The news that Concubine Hua was critically ill had not yet spread. When Yingying arrived at Muhua Palace, it seemed as if nothing had happened. To be on the safe side, Yingying not only brought Xiaodai over, but Qin Rong also sent more than a dozen servants including Youyang to follow her. They followed Yingying into Muhua Palace. Even if Muhua Palace didn't want to reveal anything, others knew that something was wrong here based on Yingying's situation.

squeak--

The one who came to open the door was Xue'er, the palace maid next to Yan Jihua. Perhaps the lantern behind Yingying was too bright. She narrowed her eyes with some discomfort. After seeing Yingying's face clearly, she quickly bowed and gave in.

Behind Yingying was Xiaodai on the left, on the right was Youyang, who was standing with a sword in his arms, and behind them were the Eastern Palace servants standing in two rows. Yingying asked Xiaodai and the others to stay in the courtyard. When she followed Xueer into Yan Jihua's bedroom, Yingying casually asked: "Do you Nanyin's palace maids have such a good mentality?"

Xueer was stunned for a moment, and she quickly replied: "I don't understand what the Empress meant."

Yingying tilted her head and looked at Xue'er again, raised her smile and smiled at her: "If you don't understand, forget it."

Yingying was just puzzled. Yan Jihua's life was about to be gone. As the palace maid who served her, Xue'er looked light and looked calm and was calm, but she had no reaction. Even if the two of them were not close and had no emotional support, it was related to the life and death of her master, she would have to pretend to behave, right?

Not only her, everyone in Muhua's palace was covered in a silence, and the cold Bingbing looked at it without any human touch.

Yingying not only remembered her past life, but after she became the crown princess, she felt distressed when she bumped into the face, not to mention being the queen and being locked into the golden palace. Occasionally, she was sick and in a bad mood, which made the palace maids in the hall kneel down and confess their guilt.

Not to mention whether they are really worried about Yingying or afraid of being punished by Qin Rong, that is the normal reaction of the palace maids. However, what happened to the people in Muhua Palace?

Yingying pursed her lips, and what puzzled her was Xueer's attitude towards her.

Perhaps because he was from Nanyin, Xue'er was not as frightened and afraid as the people in the Northern Region when they saw her. However, Yan Jihua's situation is now critical. Yingying, as the princess of the Northern Region, came over late at night and brought so many solemn guards. The palace servants next to her had already retreated when they saw her, but Xue'er had no reaction at all.

Is it better for this palace maid to pretend to be calm and hide her emotions, or does she really have seen the world and have a stable mentality?

Yingying thought about entering Yan Jihua's bedroom. Seeing Xueer coming in with her, she stopped walking and said, "You go outside and wait."

Xueer suddenly stopped and she paused and said, "It's Empress Hua..."

Just as he was about to use Yan Jihua as an excuse, Yan Jihua coughed and ordered: "You go out."

Xue'er had no choice. She raised her eyes and looked into the house and turned around and left. Yingying looked at her back and added: "Remember to stand far this time and don't get close to the gate."

The hand that was placed on the door stopped, Xueer turned her back to Yingying and looked unclear, but she just responded quietly: "Sister, obey the order."

“…”

In fact, it was nothing important for Yan Jihua to call Yingying over, she just wanted to find someone to talk to her.

Compared to the daytime, Yan Jihua seemed even weaker at this time. She leaned on the couch and breathed lightly. When she saw Yingying coming in, she barely curled the corners of her lips.

"It won't delay you for too long, it'll be fine for a while."

Yan Jihua closed her long eyelashes and said weakly: "I always feel that it's too lonely to go on the road alone. I've been silent for so long. If I can't even speak before my death, it would be too pitiful."

Yingying sat near her couch, thought about covering her hand on the back of her hand, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Yan Jihua..." After thinking about it, Yingying struggled to call out this name, and stopped her voice when she met Yan Jihua's sight.

It is said that the two of them have not had a deep relationship but they met several times in total. The only connection is because Yan Ning. Although Yingying is familiar with her, she is always more flawed than normal people. She is a bit slow and slow.

Maybe she understood Yingying’s thoughts, so Yan Jihua smiled and did not force Yingying to be intimate with her. She took the initiative to speak: "How are the two cats in your palace okay?"

Yingying said: "Everything is good. Every day, I only eat and sleep. When I hugged her yesterday, I felt that Xiaobao was much heavier again."

Perhaps it is because small animals can easily relax, and the atmosphere between the two is warmer. Yan Jihua thought of Xiaobao's appearance and her eyes softened, "They are very warm. When the day is colder, you can stuff them into the couch and sleep with them."

Yingying thought that she had a third brother hugged her, so she needed to use a cat to keep warm in winter, but after thinking about it, she buried this sentence in her heart and did not say it.

Just as she was about to find another topic to talk about, Yan Jihua suddenly coughed violently. The veil she used to cover her mouth quickly soaked the color. Yingying was stunned when she saw the dazzling redness. She acted as she wanted to get up: "I'll go find the imperial doctor."

"Don't!" Yan Jihua hurriedly grabbed her hand.

In desperation, the blood on her fingertips touched Yingying's hands. At this moment, she didn't bother to cover her mouth and begged Yingying, "Don't go to the imperial doctor, it's useless."

Yan Jihua's illness is no longer redeemable, and calling the imperial doctor here at this time is just a matter of trouble.

Due to emotional fluctuations, she coughed and vomited blood. Yingying had no idea and could only listen to Yan Jihua. She sat down again and patted her back and said, "Okay, I won't go, don't be excited."

Yan Jihua closed her eyes and waited until her emotions calmed down before she said in a hoarse voice: "I didn't expect this poison to hurt so much when it attacked. If I had known I would... change to another poison."

Yingying heard Yan Jihua's words awkwardly, and she hesitated and said, "Isn't it the poison Liu'er put on you?"

"Yes, it's Liu'er."

Yan Jihua knew that she had made a mistake. She couldn't lean on the couch and could only tell the truth, "I said it long ago. My good brother would suck my blood and eat all my flesh before he could let me go. Now I stay in the Northern Region and still do it for him to do it. Although he asked Liu'er to poison me, he did not want my life."

"It's me, it's me who's tired of his mercy. He doesn't want me to die, so I'll show him."

Liu'er did poison Yan Jihua. Although it was not a fatal poison, in order to achieve the goal of tearing up the alliance, it was still a very domineering poison. After Yan Jihua discovered it, she realized that even if this poison was solved, it would be corrupt and left. Whenever it was rainy, she would feel unbearable. It was at this moment that Yan Jihua completely felt that Yan Ninghan was worried.

"Many years ago, I was the most honorable Princess Huale, who was in the country of Nanyin. At that time, I always felt that the emperor was the closest person to me, so even if he was cold to me, I always liked to entangle him."

“When did it start?”

Yan Jihua's eyes were covered with a layer of fog. She seemed to be trapped in her eyes and murmured: "My scenery is gone, my noble identity is gone, even my mother, father, and even the emperor's brother."

"How ridiculous, I'm afraid that Princess Nanyin Huale will become a shameless existence in the shadow for a name. Now even if you die, you have to keep his secret."

"It's so hateful, I hate it."

Yingying was shocked that Yan Jihua actually committed suicide and did not think much about what she said later.

After being surprised, Yingying did not interrupt. She had not experienced these things, so she didn't know what the pain in Yan Jihua felt. She just saw that Yan Jihua, who was in her fragility, suddenly had a bright light in her eyes when she mentioned the word "hate". The light was astonishing as a fierce fire, but it was fleeting.

Just like the stars in the sky fell, Yan Jihua gradually lost strength after saying these words. Her voice drooped under her eyelids became lower and lower. Tears in her eyes stained with blood on the corners of her lips, and a blood flower bloomed on her clean clothes.

"Yan Jihua, don't sleep." Yingying was a little panicked.

She tentatively reached out and shook Yan Jihua. Fortunately, Yan Jihua still had a reaction. She did not feel depressed as a dying person. Instead, Yan Jihua became more and more happy. Although she was crying, she smiled and said to Yingying: "Living is so painful, fortunately... I will be free soon."

Yingying felt that Yan Jihua's body was also losing its temperature. She became more and more panicked and persuaded her, "So what if you are living, you will have hope."

"Yan Jihua, do you know how many people can't survive even if they want to live!" Yingying could still control her emotions, but now she can't control her things.

She had never had life, let alone lived. In the past life, Yingying did not cherish other people's lives, and part of the reason was due to revenge and jealousy towards the "people", which was mixed with some contempt. Until she watched Gu Lingxiao fall in front of her...

Memories returned, and now Yingying felt the panic of the loss of life in her hands again, and she was so panicked that her hands began to tremble. Yingying said to Yan Jihua one after another: "Can you hold on?"

"Don't die."

"You have not been to many places, and many people have never met them."

Yan Jihua responded softly: "Yes, you have your third brother, but I still have nothing."

"Yingying, I envy you very much."

"I really... I envy you."

Yan Jihua's eyes began to turn black, and she knew that she had reached the end.

It was difficult to hand a letter to Yingying, but she had difficulty speaking: "You come to me tonight, and those envoys will tell you something. This is the letter I... wrote by myself. If they slander you and poison me again, you will hand it to your third brother."

At this point, Yan Jihua suddenly didn't want someone to accompany her to walk the last road. She just wanted to leave quietly, so she asked Yingying to go back first.

When Yingying stood up stiffly, Yan Jihua fell on the couch and no longer had the strength to sit. She asked Yingying: "Is it dawn?"

Yingying looked up and looked out the window. She didn't know what Yan Jihua was looking forward to, so she told the truth: "No."

Yan Jihua sighed and said, "I really want to take a look at Richu again, but unfortunately... I can't see it."

"Next life."

"I would rather not be a human being in the next life and be willing to be a bird that faces the sun."

“…”

Yan Jihua's last words to Yingying were: Be careful of Xueer.

When she put the envelope in her arms, she came out of Yan Jihua's room in a daze, Yan Jihua was still breathing, and was looking at the void with her eyes wide open.

After Yin hour, a glimmer of light appeared in the sky and cut through the darkness. As Yingying walked, she suddenly heard a commotion coming from behind her. Someone ran out of Muhua Palace in a panic.

"The Empress Hua probably went." Seeing Yingying stop and staring at Muhua Palace blankly, Xiaodai whispered.

Yingying's already cold body became colder and colder. She stood still and suddenly asked Xiaodai: "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

Xiaodai didn't know why Yingying mentioned this, but she believed it herself, so she thought about it and said, "The life of Concubine Hua is in a miserable life, and she will definitely have a good reincarnation in the next life."

Yingying stopped talking. She saw many people running towards Muhua Palace. The quiet night was soon disrupted by the noise.

Thinking back to Yan Jihua's last words, Yingying suddenly felt so uncomfortable that she covered her heart. The discomfort made her breathing difficult. From Yan Jihua's death, she suddenly remembered a problem, a very serious problem.

"Then...what is me?" Yingying asked.
To be continued...