Chapter 522: Can’t Let Him Die Still Worried About You
Her breathing became more and more rapid, then she collapsed.
Lu Hualiang’s pupils shrank fiercely.
What on earth had she gone through?
Passing out twice, she must be heartbroken.
When she woke up again, it was already afternoon.
Lu Hualiang had been with her all along, and when he saw her awake, he quickly stood up, bracing his hands on either side of her.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
Xia Weibao’s eyes were filled with sorrow, her pupils seemingly unfocused.
But when she saw the face that looked exactly like that of the Dog Emperor, her eyes instantly moistened.
Your Majesty...
She suddenly grabbed Lu Hualiang’s hand, her eyes pleading, "I want to go to the Northern City Suburbs, Director Lu, I want to see the ancient tomb that was discovered there, take me there, please take me..."
She wanted to see him, she wanted to see her Dog Emperor.
So badly, she wanted to see him.
"Alright, I’ll take you there, we’ll go right now," he promised.
Lu Hualiang didn’t know why she wanted to go there, but he was ready to give her anything she wanted.
He dressed her and then carried her out.
The Northern City Suburbs had been sealed off, the mausoleum was of great archaeological value, and had been classified as a first-degree cultural heritage protection site.
Ordinary people weren’t allowed in.
On the drive there, Lu Hualiang had already called Yang Li to make arrangements.
By the time they arrived, all personnel had been evacuated to the defensive line outside.
Seeing his arrival, the leading security officer immediately came forward.
Respectfully, he said, "Director Lu, everything is ready."
Lu Hualiang didn’t reply, instead he turned to look at Xia Weibao beside him.
Her face was pale, her nose red, and those sad eyes were now brimming with tears.
"Didn’t you want to go in and see? Let’s go," he said gently.
He tenderly took her hand and walked inside.
As they approached the entrance of the mausoleum, Xia Weibao’s steps halted.
She suddenly lacked the courage to enter.
After standing there for a good while, she timidly turned her head, "Director Lu, I want to go in alone."
Lu Hualiang was somewhat worried, after all, it was an ancient tomb, who knew if there might be traps or something of the sort inside.
But seeing the look in her eyes, he agreed.
"I’ll be right here waiting, call me if you need anything."
Xia Weibao nodded, then lifted her heavy steps and walked step by step inside.
Barely having walked in, tears welled up in her eyes.
The room was so familiar, yet covered with the traces of history, everything remained only the people had changed.
Every part of this place could make her experience the pain of a piercing heart.
She caressed the familiar dressing table, as if she could see the scene of her and Emperor Xia Liang dressing up in front of the mirror once again.
She sniffled, exhaling a turbid breath.
Suppressing the pain in her heart.
Approaching the shelf beside the bed, she reached out and touched the Dragon Robe.
A thousand years had passed, a full thousand years.
She hadn’t thought she would be able to touch this familiar Dragon Robe again.
The touch was still the same.
The vision of Emperor Xia Liang wearing it appeared before her eyes, Xia Weibao’s hands began to tremble, almost unable to control her emotions.
She gently embraced the Dragon Robe, placing her face at the chest of the robe.
Just like in the past, she leaned into his embrace.
She closed her eyes lightly, feeling the warmth of times gone by.
After a long while, she mustered the courage to walk to the Jade Coffin, her nose stung sharply, and she sniffed fiercely several times, struggling to breathe.
Perhaps the ancient tomb was too suffocating, the air too thin, breathing was indeed very difficult.
With her eyes closed, she hesitated to look.
Her body shook violently.
You mustn’t cry, hold back!
Xia Weibao, you have to hold back!
He had said he didn’t like to see you cry, you can’t let him worry about you even in death.