Wanyan Liang looked at Xu Huairui: "I feel you've changed a lot." Nowadays, Xu Huairui seems to have shed her past flamboyance, becoming steady—in other words, more intelligent.
"Haha." Xu Huairui laughed, "After experiencing so much, if I haven't changed, I probably wouldn't even know how I die. Actually, I have the Crown Prince to thank for this."
Wanyan Liang's eyes flickered: "The current you, I suddenly find, has a certain charm."
Xu Huairui frowned.
"How about staying and becoming my Empress?"
"No way." Xu Huairui waved her hand, "How many more years do I have to live? I don't want to spend the rest of my life living in falsehoods and pretense. Dying would be cleaner." Sometimes she recalls her past arrogance, wearing vibrant clothes, riding fierce horses, her erstwhile rudeness and disdain for others. But now, thinking back, she finds it so naive and ridiculous.
