Zixi frowned slightly, looking at the young man lying on the carpet in the dormitory, the corners of his mouth kept spilling blood, and the bright red color already indicated an ominous result.

The footsteps were a little heavier, but Zixi still raised his feet and walked over, squatted down beside the young man, and gently helped him up: "Ah Xi." ”

A flash of brilliance suddenly flashed in the young man's eyes, and his eyes looked at Zixi for a moment: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty. ”

Zixi frowned: "How are you?" ”

This is nonsense.

She knows better than anyone what the situation is like for the teenager.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty......" Another mouthful of blood spilled, and the young man opened his mouth and finished his words intermittently, "After I die, I don't want to ...... Go back to Great Xia, Your Majesty...... Your Majesty don't send ...... Don't forget...... Don't forget, put me ...... Broken bones and ashes ......"

The hall was as silent as death.

Nan Mohao and Chu Chen stood aside and looked at him silently.

Qiu Yan and Qing Dai were secretly wiping their tears, although this prince came with an unkind purpose at first, but they were all people who followed His Majesty, and they had already understood how involuntary this young man was these days.

Besides, strictly speaking, he didn't really do anything unfavorable to His Majesty.

In the days when Zixi was not in the palace, Duguxi lived here in place of her identity, Qiu Yan and Qingdai took care of her, and they all knew that he was actually a very quiet and weak teenager.

Qing Dai was soft-hearted, and when she saw that Duguxi was still thinking about His Majesty before she died, she only felt pitiful, like a lonely and helpless child, who finally got a little warmth, but unfortunately she was going to leave this world soon.

And the most worrying thing is that it was his pre-death wish.

He waited for His Majesty with his last breath, just to take a look at His Majesty, and then tell His Majesty, don't forget to crush his bones and scatter ashes?

Zixi was silent for a moment, and whispered something in his ear.

Another bright light flashed in the young man's eyes, like a meteor flashing in the night sky, and he looked at Zixi deeply until the brilliance under his eyes was annihilated inch by inch.

The eyes, which were once as bright as black gems, closed little by little.

Zixi stretched out her hand, brushed away the messy hair on the young man's face, quietly looked at this completely lifeless face, closed her eyes, and blinked back to the sourness in her eyes.

Taking a deep breath, she put down the young man, stood up and said, "Uncle Huang, order someone to prepare a coffin and send him to the imperial mausoleum for burial." ”

Imperial Tombs?

Nan Mohao and Chu Chen both looked at her in surprise.

"Don't be shocked." Zixi's tone was a little tired, and his voice was a little low, "I can't let him be homeless, since I have made him a servant, then he is a member of the Jun royal family, and he should only be given a place to live." ”

Nan Mohao nodded yes.

Chu Chen walked over to help her, "You sit down and rest for a while, pay attention to your body." ”

"I'm fine, don't worry." Zixi sat down in front of the couch and supported her forehead with one hand, "It's just a little sad." ”

Chu Chen stretched out his hand to put his hand on her sideburns and massaged her carefully, "I used to think he was quite hateful, but now that I know his life experience, I know that there are many people in this world who can't help themselves." ”

In spite of oneself?

Zixi's tone was low: "Although he is from an enemy country, what happened to him really makes people indifferent." ”

The sixteen-year-old boy just closed his eyes in front of her eyes.

Once they were enemies.

But in his short sixteen-year life, the only warmth actually came from her, the empress of the enemy country.

Whose sorrow is this?