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"Cough, cough!" Jiang Youlan suddenly woke up, as if the nauseating stench still lingered in her mouth. She clutched her chest and began to cough violently.
"Your Majesty... please spare the Empress, she is gravely ill..."
Her coughing made her dizzy, and the buzzing voices from outside the door faintly reached her ears.
"Get out!" The familiar voice of the man snapped sharply. Immediately after, the door was pushed open with a loud bang, revealing the Emperor's face against the backdrop of the setting sun, his expression filled with impatience.
Seeing him, Jiang Youlan was taken aback: although she had not been gone long during her time travels, why did the Emperor look so haggard?
His already pale face was now devoid of color, resembling a blank sheet of paper.
Dark circles hung under his eyes, and his gaze was deep and shadowy, as if he had suffered some heavy blow. Yet when he looked at her, his eyes remained sharp as an eagle's, though they now held a hint of annoyance.
The Emperor didn’t even glance at her; he spoke directly to the doorframe. " Consort Qiao, do you have any business?"
Consort Qiao?!
Jiang Youlan's coughing abruptly halted, and she gasped in shock. She quickly jumped up and rushed to a broken mirror in the dilapidated room. Upon seeing her reflection, she froze for a second!
A moment later, " Consort Qiao " pointed at herself in the mirror and laughed heartily without restraint: "Ha ha! You old woman, look at you now!"
"She is gravely ill..."
The Emperor remained silent for a long time before suddenly speaking softly, "My Empress..."
"Uh." Jiang Youlan instinctively turned to meet the Emperor's gaze, but then suddenly remembered her current identity as Consort Qiao. She made an effort to imagine the dignified demeanor of Consort Qiao and slowly lowered her head.
A pale, slender hand reached out, skillfully gripping her chin.
The Emperor's eyes suddenly sparkled, forcing her to maintain eye contact for a few seconds. Then, with a firm pull, he embraced her tightly!
The protruding bones of his shoulder pressed painfully against her, causing Jiang Youlan to feel dizzy. All she could hear was the Emperor leaning down, whispering in her ear, "Is it you... have you returned?"
A jolt ran through Jiang Youlan's heart, and an inexplicable wave of bitterness surged within her. "How did you know?"
"I don't understand either... But no matter how much a person changes, their movements and expressions remain the same. I can always recognize you at a glance... Am I mistaken?" The Emperor held her shoulders, creating distance between them, his gaze deep like a dark pool.
Jiang Youlan was taken aback. This person had always teased her during her last journey, making her serve him and occasionally granting her small favors. How could he have changed so much upon her return? "What happened to you?"
The Emperor spoke succinctly, "The previous you has died." After a pause, he added, "This time, you cannot leave me."
In the earnest gaze of this ancient monarch—who held the power of life and death over countless people—Jiang Youlan felt an unexpected tremor in her heart that had grown somewhat numb after years in the entertainment industry, as if warmed by the heat of his palm.
Reunions are always beautiful, but living together... is often cruel.
It soon became evident that Jiang Youlan was nothing short of a colossal troublemaker!
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