Chapter 517: The Sweetness of the Past, the Grave of Today (Reward for More)
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
From the depths of her soul, a silent call unleashed the longing caged within her heart, so abrupt and without warning.
Her heart couldn’t bear the sudden flood of emotions and nearly tore apart!
Scenes from the past surfaced in her mind, that sweetness tearing at her heart with relentless hands.
The dull ache of being torn apart, so vivid.
She didn’t cry, yet it was this silent shedding of tears that was even more sorrowful.
The television broadcasted items from the ancient tomb in a rough manner.
Rows of clothes hung on the wall, all worn by her.
The dressing table held various jewelry, all used by her.
That eyebrow pencil had been bestowed by him.
Her eyebrows were faint, and whenever he had free time, he would draw them for her.
Born into the imperial family, she was not meant to indulge in such depths of affection, but for her, he put aside the Imperial Harem, bestowing upon her his exclusive favor.
He did for her what ordinary married couples would do.
He dressed her, drew her eyebrows, changed her clothes, massaged her shoulders, and washed her feet.
Every trace of these acts could be found in the mausoleum.
Just then, the beautiful hostess continued her narration.
"Our archaeologists have opened the jade coffin, now let’s see what is inside."
As the camera cut to the jade coffin, Xia Weibao’s body suddenly trembled violently.
It was as if countless needles were simultaneously piercing her brain.
A sweet, metallic taste rose in her throat, which she suppressed with all her might.
Within the jade coffin, two skeletons lay peacefully, having turned into bones over the millennia.
Yet, one could see that the man and woman were holding hands.
And the clothes they wore were the wedding garments from her and the Dog Emperor’s nuptials.
A sea of red filled her vision.
Time seemed to flow backward at that moment, returning to that night a thousand years ago, their wedding night.
All appeared before her eyes as if it were yesterday, yet it had already been a millennium.
She could even hear his whispers in her ear.
But the reality was that they were eternally separated.
The camera zoomed in, focusing on the man’s hand, which held a wooden comb.
Seeing this, Xia Weibao covered her mouth with one hand, her tears uncontrollably flowing, unable to make a sound.
That wooden comb had been personally carved by His Majesty.
Every morning when she woke up, he would use that comb to brush her hair.
He said, "With a small curtained window, you sit before the mirror; we hold hands, till our hair turns white."
All the past scenes emerged in her mind, so sweet.
Yet now, they were like knives piercing her chest, so deep, so painful.
"Your Majesty..."
I miss you so much, I really do miss you.
In the news, the camera again shifted focus, this time to the walls of the jade coffin, where countless portraits were carved.
They depicted every moment she spent with the Dog Emperor.
From their meeting until their death, everything was there.
Through blurred tear-filled eyes, she looked at the empty and foreign room.
So lonely, so cold.
In this other world, she was alone.
That man would never appear before her again.
Her mouth slightly open, but her heart ached too much to utter a single word.
Your Majesty, you said you would always be by my side, how could you leave me alone?
I’m so scared, I’m afraid in this era, all by myself, why won’t you come find me...
Why didn’t she die, even though she drank the poison, why didn’t she die with him?
Why must she live on in suffering?
A thousand years later, witnessing their corpses, reminiscing about the sweetness of the past, what kind of excruciating pain is this?