"At a spring banquet, sing a song with a glass of green wine. I would like to pay my respects to Chen three times again: firstly, I wish that my husband will live a thousand years; secondly, I wish that I will always be healthy; thirdly, I wish that I will be like the swallow on the beam, and we will see each other every year."
Xu Zhuoyue died on the ninth day of February in the fourth year of Xining.
That night, she left very quietly, leaving no words behind.
In the huge palace, only the lonely bright moon once illuminated her eyes when she was dying - clear and gentle, just like the willows in the spring moon.
If Song Yan was still with her at that time, seeing Zhuo Yue's last glances, he would definitely recall her youthful appearance and the good times they had treasured together.
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