Upon hearing the words "he's gone," Pei Hengyu felt as if someone had reached into his heart and squeezed. His usually cold and hollow chest throbbed with a sudden, sharp pain.
Unable to suppress it, a mouthful of dark blood erupted from his throat, splattering across Yuwen Junan’s chest. The crimson droplets stained the pristine white brocade robe, blooming across the fabric like shattered red plum blossoms consumed by fire.
"Your Majesty!"
Chapter 71