Chapter 2283 You Will Be a Little Widow in the Future

Yun Dai's mood at this moment is really difficult to describe in words.

The expectations of so many days were shattered into dust in an instant.

He went all the way to Junshan in person and tried his best to invite Mingmin back. The result only confirmed once again that Zhao Yuanjing's physical condition was indeed deteriorating.

Her tears kept falling.

Zhao Yuanjing sighed: "Stop crying, okay? I feel really bad when I see you crying. All this is my fault. I didn't think there was anything unusual at first, so I didn't take it seriously. Who knew..."

"Didn't you hear what Mingmin said? It's mainly because of the drugs you've taken since childhood, which have already damaged your body. Even if nothing happened later, it would still be..."

Yun Dai couldn't talk any more and cried in his arms.

Zhao Yuanjing held her face and saw that her face was full of tears. He took out the handkerchief, wiped it gently for her, and whispered: "In this way, it is my life. The mistake is that I should not have provoked you in the first place. I want to harm your future. Become a little widow."

He wanted to make her laugh, but her tears fell faster and faster.

"You... said you wouldn't leave me alone."

"If I break my promise, you can beat me up to vent your anger."

"What's the use?"

"Ten years is still a long time away. Look at you crying, as if I will die tomorrow." Zhao Yuanjing smiled, "From today on, don't leave my side for even half a step. We are always together."

He spoke softly and comforted her in every possible way for a long time before the woman in front of him stopped crying.

Yun Dai's mood slowly calmed down.

The reason why she collapsed was because the gap in her heart was too big and she couldn't accept it for a while.

Thinking about it carefully, when Ouyang asserted that Zhao Yuanjing could only live for three to five years, didn't she also accept it?

If it hadn't been for Leng Rushuang's words, she wouldn't have had such high hopes for Mingmin.

It’s already good to have five more years.

"Maybe I shouldn't expect too much." She leaned on Zhao Yuanjing's shoulder and said softly, "God does not allow a person to live a perfect life."

Zhao Yuanjing didn't say anything. He gently stroked her soft cheek with his right hand and coughed occasionally.

Yun Dai listened silently and suddenly said: "Zhao Yuanjing."

"Um?"

"Actually, I should comfort you." Yun Dai sat up straight, pinched his ears, and looked at him, "You are the saddest, right?"

Zhao Yuanjing smiled and said: "It's not that sad. I'm quite satisfied to live a few more years with you. When my mother left that year, she once said to me that everyone has to leave, but some leave early. Some are late. Those who leave early are lucky. Those who are left behind are the saddest."

"You were only eight years old when your mother left. It must have been very sad."

"At that time, I just felt that the sky was falling." Zhao Yuanjing was silent for a while, then smiled, "My father couldn't take care of me at that time, and for two years, my temper became very withdrawn. Maybe it was because of that. At that time, let the late Queen take advantage of it."

Yun Dai could imagine how sad and helpless he felt as a young man without the protection of his mother in a harem surrounded by wolves.

Who would have thought that the first queen would destroy him after all.

To do such a cruel thing to an eight-year-old child, Yun Dai wanted to dig up the grave of the late empress and crush her bones into ashes.

But no matter how much he vented his anger, it was of no use.

It cannot change the status quo.

Now I can only rely on Mingmin, hoping that she can extend Zhao Yuanjing's life as much as possible.