The thirty-seven-year-old queen leaned on the soft pillow and slowly unfolded the painting. In the painting, a pair of people were chasing each other. The apricot blossom tree next to her was floating with long petals. The apricot blossoms were raining down like a fairyland. It was her ten-year-old self and her best playmate at the time. The scene was so far away that it seemed like a lifetime ago. She gently touched the person in the painting and softly recited the poem next to it, "Apricots are flying in the rain, and the laughter and falling flowers are in chaos." Then her breathing gradually slowed down and stopped, and her thoughts seemed to suddenly drift far away.
In a daze, she saw the figure in the flowing clouds and fluttering plain clothes saying to her: "How could I hate you? I just hate, why are you so good, so good that no one can ignore you, so good that everyone likes you, but you are like this, I like you the most. The world is vast and can accommodate rivers, lakes, seas, mountains, rivers and trees, but it cannot accommodate you and me."
Lian Ye and Fu Hui were lying in front of her bed: "Empress! Empress! Miss! Call the imperial doctor quickly!"
