Chapter 1580: The Tyrant Emperor: How Many Times Do You Want to Assassinate Me? (64)

Grandmaster Yue died, at such a solemn ceremony of crowning the queen, he died under Lin Nanyi's sword.

In fact, even if Lin Nanyi didn't kill him, he wouldn't live long.

He couldn't live with such bad news that he killed his own daughter with his own hands...

After Grandmaster Yue died, his power in the court began to become scattered.

Even if a few people stood up to oppose Luo Qingchen's position as queen, it was not enough to change any changes in the situation.

She just... inexplicably became the master of the harem, his queen.

Despite this, she still didn't live in Jingyue Palace. After all, she didn't like... that place.

"Then you can live in Xiongling Palace for two days now, and I will build a palace for you next to Taihe Palace." Lin Nanyi looked at her with a faint smile in his deep eyes.

She frowned slightly and retorted: "That's called the Golden Palace!"

Thinking of it this way, Xiongling Palace seemed to be a long time ago.

Time seemed to pass quickly, and before he knew it, the man had settled all the things.

"Luo Qingchen is probably the only one in the world who can transform the cold palace into a lively place every seven days." He raised his right hand slightly, looked at her with a distressed and doting look, and said: "Thank you for your hard work..."

It's hard that I haven't been able to stand by her side in a particularly domineering way to accompany her through all the moments of grievance.

But if he can choose, if he can start over, he will still make such a decision.

Protect her, protect her, protect her...

At this moment, in such a Taihe Hall, listening to Lin Dongxue say such words. She couldn't help but feel her eyes red, and almost shed tears.

There are grievances, losses, and regrets...

But when she knew that when she had these emotions, there was someone who was more painful and anxious than her, but could only bear it silently in a forbearing way.

As long as she thought of such Lin Nanyi, she felt that she was a lucky person anyway.

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Eight days later, she held a funeral for Xiaotian.

Ten thousand hectares of petals, in the front yard of the Golden Palace, spelled out a "sweet".

This was her most special way to commemorate the most lovely person.

On this day, the Golden Palace was not open for business, but many people came.

Those who came were those who had taken things from Xiaotian.

The candles swayed lightly, and a touch of sadness filled the air.

Luo Qingchen knew that there were many people outside the door. Although those ladies who usually spoke harshly and arrogantly, there were also many people who looked disgusting but kind, who came to see her off for the last time.

"Kacha--"

The front door was opened, and Lin Dongxue walked in slowly with a candle in her hand.

The snow on the ground had gradually melted, and he was dressed in white, looking a little sad under the bright moonlight.

"What a lovely girl." His low voice sounded, and he slowly let go of the hand he had held.

"So..." Luo Qingchen's eyebrows moved slightly, turned around, and blinked his clear eyes and said: "Are you coming to worship Xiaotian, or another dead soul."

As soon as the voice fell, a gust of cold wind blew and blew out the candle that Lin Dongxue had placed on the ground.

He felt his breathing stagnate for a moment, and looked at Luo Qingchen in disbelief and said, "Could it be true... there really be undead spirits?"

Luo Qingchen turned around, looked at his frightened face, and couldn't help but chuckled and said, "Of course there are."

"!" He looked around, then looked at the extinguished light on the ground, and said with a shiver, "Why... aren't you afraid..."