On a cold night in late autumn, Queen Zhang woke up and found that her pillow was empty and cold.
She found the Nuan Pavilion and saw Zhu Youtang, wrapped in a thick fur coat, still reviewing memorials, with the candlelight reflecting his pale face.
After a violent cough, dazzling blood oozed from between his fingers.
She held back her tears and wiped his blood, but she heard him say weakly: "There is still an edict to reduce or reduce autumn taxes that has not yet been written..."
When the ink dried on the edict, Zhu Youtang held her hand tightly:
"Don't be afraid, even if the mountains and rivers are thousands of miles away, there is only room for you in my world."
Intention: Independence