Chapter 645 - 320 Still Peach Blossom-Faced_3
Prince Ning shook the Princess firmly as he spoke, and astonishingly, the Princess opened her eyes.
Princess Ning mustered her last bit of strength and said, "My Prince, marrying you, I never felt any hardship. You’re a man of towering presence, the world’s finest, and being your wife is the greatest happiness of my life. Now, I must go first; fate has decreed it so. My Prince, please don’t grieve for me... My Prince, I beg you, promise me, protect our son, protect our child. If your grand ambitions go unfulfilled, please remove his position as Princely Heir. If your ambitions are realized, then award him a princely title, and let him leave the palace to establish his own mansion. Don’t let him meet the same fate as the Former Crown Prince; let him live a peaceful life until his old age... Promise me, promise me..."
The Princess’s cold hand rested on Prince Ning’s face, pleading in a low voice.
Prince Ning’s tears flowed more fiercely as he grasped her hand and said, "Xiao Rong, rest assured, I won’t let our son end up like the Former Crown Prince. I’ll ensure he lives a safe life to an old age. I swear to you, I promise, I can do this... But, I and your son, we must inherit my position, my honors, my everything, everything... All that I have, all that belongs to me, only our son is qualified to continue..."
Then he whispered something in her ear, so softly that only the two of them could hear.
The Princess’s lips twitched as if she wanted to smile, but before the smile could form, her hand fell from his face, and her breathing stopped.
Prince Ning cried out loud as he lay on her body, saying, "Xiao Rong, what I have said I will surely do! I will make it happen..."
Dawn had broken, and Prince Ning’s swollen eyes turned toward the morning light filtering through the window, the frost on the glass window shining dazzlingly. His Xiao Rong would no longer be able to continue their journey together, they would no longer be able to draw eyebrows beneath the small window or stroll under the willow trees...
The lake reflects the drooping willows, and the egrets wish to fly in pairs. Still a face of peach blossoms, with Qing Feng winding around the beautiful brows.
These verses resonated again in his ears. They were from many years ago, by the bank of the Northland Jinyan Lake, when he recited them for her. At that time, she had felt ashamed of her premature aging, and he recited this poem, moving her to tears with his laughter.
His gaze returned to the Princess’s face—a face pale, gaunt, now utterly devoid of warmth, but he simply could not let it go. He gently stroked her eyebrows, whispering, "Xiao Rong, no matter when, in my eyes, you are always the most beautiful." His voice was so soft that only he could hear.
Below, a chorus of crying rose again, "Prince, please mourn with restraint, let the Princess rest in her coffin..."