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    The blood all over Yan Zhaozhao’s body seemed to have completely solidified at that moment, and her heart was beating violently in her chest, as if it was about to stop.She wanted to scream and call someone, but her whole body seemed to be gripped by something, unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as the pale and terrifying face suddenly came to her and met her eyes.

    She was so shocked that she wanted to close her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be held open tightly, and she couldn’t even blink.The Yan Bin’s face, which had long been changed beyond recognition, was very close at hand, “Why…why do you want to harm me——”

    Yan Zhaozhao was at a loss. When had she ever harmed Yan Bin?

    Yan Bin was obviously harmed by someone using ylang-ylang incense. Although she didn’t know who was behind the scenes, she never harmed Yan Bin.Yan Zhaozhao opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but her whole body seemed to be trapped, unable to move at all.

    Yan Bin opened her mouth and roared furiously. She felt a buzzing in her ears, her head was dizzy, and her vision went black. She tilted her head and fainted.

    After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zhaozhao was pushed and pushed, but her eyelids were heavy and she tried hard to open them but to no avail.Biluo’s voice calling her became clearer and clearer in her ears. At this time, Biluo’s voice was a relief from her nightmare. She opened her eyes and sat up suddenly, her red lips opening and closing continuously as she gasped.

    “Your Majesty, your Majesty… how are you?” Bi Luo sounded a little anxious. She went into the palace at the hour this morning and wanted to wake her up. But as soon as she got closer, she saw her holding the quilt tightly with her hands, cold sweat on her forehead, and she kept chanting something. Bi Luo couldn’t hear clearly, but she could feel the fear in it.She hurriedly woke up Yan Zhaozhao who was deep in the nightmare, her appearance could not hide her worry.

    Yan Zhaozhao suddenly grabbed Bi Luo’s hand and said hurriedly, “Bi Luo, just now I…” After the rest of her life, she even forgot to call herself this palace. After she found that she could speak, she was even more heartbroken.He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to tell Bi Luo about the dream he had last night, but as he spoke, he suddenly remembered that Bi Luo has been timid since she was a child. If he told her, she would not even dare to sleep at night.

    She pressed her aching forehead, sighed softly, and wrote in a tone as if nothing happened: “Nothing, but I had some nightmares last night and didn’t sleep well.”

    Hearing that his wife was just a nightmare, Bi Luo felt relieved and said, “That’s it. I’ll make some soothing tea later. My wife will feel better after drinking it.”

    Yan Zhaozhao responded with a somewhat absent-minded “Yeah”, but her eyes with a hint of exhaustion couldn’t help but glanced at the window sill where the ghost appeared in last night’s dream, but there was nothing there, as if everything that happened last night was just a dream affected by the palace maid.

    Because she didn’t sleep well last night, Yan Zhaozhao felt sleepy all day today. She couldn’t lift her energy. She even had no appetite for breakfast and lunch. She just ate a few bites and was taken away.

    Seeing that his wife was really not interested, Bi Luo gave her a cup of soothing tea with some anus in it, which added a little bit of sweetness to the tea and made it easier to drink.”Your Majesty, the Emperor stayed at Guanju Palace this morning and still did not attend the morning court.”

    Hearing this, Yan Zhaozhao gently opened her half-closed eyes, looked sideways at Bi Luo, and signaled her to continue.

    Bi Luo understood, “The emperor has not been in court for many days in a row, and the memorials are piled up in the Yangxin Hall. However, the emperor did not even take a look. He only hangs out with the Chun concubine in Guanju Palace every day.” Although Chun Concubine is the emperor’s concubine, their debauchery has already spread throughout the palace, so it is not wrong to say that they are hanging out together.”My servant heard that those ministers have turned against the emperor to collect taxes and build a palace. If this continues, it is very likely that the palace will be implemented.”

    Yan Zhaozhao’s eyes darkened a bit, and she sneered in her heart.The emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty was actually such an emperor who did not care about the life and death of the people. The country was based on the people, and the country and the country should be established for the people. Only then could the country be strong and the country peaceful and the people safe.But the one sitting on the dragon throne seems to have put the cart before the horse, ignoring the life and death of the people of Liming, and building the palace for his own greed, sacrificing many innocent people.

    Under that magnificent palace, there will be piles of skulls of innocent people who died in vain.

    Because she didn’t sleep well last night, Yan Zhaozhao put out the candle very early tonight and took a rest.Without the illumination of the candlelight, the hall was dark. She seemed to have fallen asleep and yet not to sleep. Her consciousness was groggy, and she didn’t know if she was dreaming again.

    The familiar sharp sound hit her ears again. Yan Zhaozhao’s cochlea hurt, and she quickly sat up and subconsciously looked at the window sill.The breeze blew slowly, and there was nothing outside the window.She just breathed a sigh of relief, and when she turned around, there was a face just a few feet away from hers, their eyes facing each other.

    The grimace of Yan Bin hung upside down in front of Yan Zhaozhao’s eyes, and bright red blood tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, slowly winding down to her forehead.Yan Zhaozhao felt that all the blood in her body was frozen, and her whole body was as frightened as last night. She couldn’t even call for help, and couldn’t even utter a syllable.

    Ghostface smiled sinisterly, as if he was very amused by her current frightened appearance. Ghostface Yanbi said word by word, “I’m waiting for you in the underworld.”

    When I woke up again, it was bright and clear, and everything that happened last night seemed like a nightmare.There were no faces on the bed, and everything was normal in the dormitory, but Yan Zhaozhao felt extremely uneasy.

    For two nights in a row, she couldn’t sleep well because of nightmares. Her energy was even worse than yesterday, her face was a little blue, and she couldn’t eat.

    Tonight, before Yan Zhaozhao wanted to take a rest, he called Bi Luo, who was watching outside the palace gate, in and asked her to sit at the desk and not go anywhere.

    She originally thought that Yan Zhaozhao would be able to get rid of those horrific nightmares and have a good night’s rest, but when the familiar piercing sound spread in her mind again, she was unable to move.But invisibly, there was a force that forced her to open her eyes. Yan Bin’s ghostly face came closer to her every time, like a ghost walking towards her step by step and demanding her life.

    She couldn’t scream, her eyes couldn’t even blink, and her eyes were red and bloodshot. The ghost roared towards her, as if it suddenly passed through her body, and her whole body was throbbing with pain.

    Bi Luo, who was keeping vigil at night, saw that his mother-in-law had her eyes closed but her body was struggling. She suddenly felt something bad and hurriedly woke her up.Yan Zhaozhao screamed in shock, her eyes were red, and there was mist in her eyes. She covered her chest and kept breathing.

    How could this be so…

    Is she like the maids in Chuxiu Palace, haunted by the ghost of Yan Bin?

    Impossible, impossible…

    Yan Zhaozhao had been haunted by nightmares for several nights in a row, and Yan Zhaozhao looked very haggard. There was a faint dark green under his eyes, and his face was as white as jade, without any blood.Bi Luo was extremely anxious. Even after calling the imperial doctor, he could not find anything wrong with her mother-in-law. He only said that she had insufficient Qi and blood due to poor sleep, and that she would be fine after a good sleep.

    But Yan Zhaozhao couldn’t sleep peacefully at all. As soon as she fell asleep, she would see the ghost appear and haunt her, demanding her life.She was like a fish that was brought ashore due to lack of water and was about to die. She was chopping up the fish for others, and whether she lived or died was controlled by others.

    If this continues, she feels…she will really be killed silently by the ghost in her dream.

    Yan Zhaozhao was in a bad mood and extremely exhausted. She leaned on the bed but refused to fall asleep.Whenever she couldn’t hold on anymore and her consciousness gradually became hazy and she was about to fall asleep, she would pinch herself hard to wake herself up and prevent herself from falling into a dream.

    She was in a daze, as if hallucinations were gradually appearing in front of her eyes, with many people of all kinds appearing in front of her.Sometimes it was her mother who scolded her for being so dissatisfied, and sometimes her father pointed at her nose and scolded her for not being worthy of being the legitimate daughter of the Yan family.

    Her eyes were filled with mist, and crystal tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes. She opened her red lips slightly and murmured very softly, “Thank you Ciyan…”

    The fantasy in front of him seemed to understand her words, and the parents in front of him slowly transformed into Xie Ciyan’s slender figure, like an immortal descending to earth.The man looked anxious, his brows and eyes were full of panic, he stroked her hair gently with his big palms, and called her in a pleasant voice, “Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao…”

    Yan Zhaozhao suddenly pulled her lips and chuckled silently, it was so good…

    At least she could see the man she thought about day and night before she died, her Xie Ciyan, her… Xie Langjun.

    The feeling of grievance and reluctance spread in my heart, and my eyes were filled with tears, crying like a child without a home, “Thank you, I’m going to die…”

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