"If that's how it is, then we shall never meet again for the rest of our lives."
"All right."
They loved each other, yet the years they shared could only be described in terms of the hurt they caused one another.
Whether we stay together for a lifetime or are parted by life and death, I only ask that you not forget: my life has always been in your hands.
A man stood weakly among the flowers and smiled at the man behind him. "When I die, bury me here."
The man behind him glanced over, then addressed the figure in a bright yellow brocade robe with utmost respect. "Your Majesty will surely live for ten thousand years."
"Is that so?" Hua Zhijuan raised his head and stood still for a moment. Suddenly, his body shuddered, and he covered his lips with a large hand as he broke into a violent fit of coughing. The man hurried forward to support his wavering body and was about to shout for the imperial physician when Hua Zhijuan raised his flushed face. His eyes were red from coughing. Looking at the bright red blood on his palm, he smiled like a dandelion drifting on the wind. "It is time to pass on the throne..."
The man's heart clenched. After a while, he managed to speak. "Your Majesty..."
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