The news of the death of the Crown Princess of Nanchu still reached Qin Yaomin's ears, but he seemed to have expected it, so he was not too shocked. He just froze for a while, quietly closed his glasses, and a burst of sadness surged into his heart.
A year ago, she began to come back frequently with entrusted letters. Ever since she kept talking about the past events one by one, and then cautiously asked about General Lin's well-being, he had already noticed something strange.
So what with sighs, so what with sadness.
"Your Majesty, I estimate..." On the bed, Qin Yaomin's old face was breathing heavily, knowing that his time limit was coming soon.
"Brother Imperial, Yuan Zhen and Xiu Min are coming soon. They haven't seen you yet. You have to hold on, you will be fine."
Qin Yaomin tried his best to smile, shook his head, and slowly closed his eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, a white light flashed, and he seemed to have returned to Qingzhou and saw her again. The wind passed by the willows and lifted her belt, and she stood there with her back to him.
Qin Yaomin wished she could stay at this moment, but the wind was ruthless, and with a gentle blow, she drifted away in the mist. Another ray of light flashed by, and Qin Yaomin's consciousness was losing little by little. He knew that it was time for him to reincarnate.
Intention: When you look up at the stars, who do you think of?