Just as she was shocked, suddenly, the person on the bed aged again.
Yun Ge was stunned, she almost doubted if it was an illusion.
Dazed and dumbfounded, after quite a while, she laughed wildly, tears saturating the corners of her eyes.
"There's hope! Purple chervil, there's still hope!! Wonderful, wonderful!!"
Crying and laughing, at this moment she seemed more like a lunatic than Ji Jiuhuang.
Truly it's like searching for something high and low only to find it unexpectedly!
Purple chervil, you have hope!!
In a corner of the Cold Palace, a pitiful fool squatted, gently rubbing her arm, her face tear-streaked.
Rolling up her sleeve, one could see a circle of blood-stained white bandages on her forearm.
It hurts, so painful!
The fool continued crying. Recalling not long ago, that woman with the eye patch... sob sob, sob sob!
The fool couldn't hold it in, crying out loud, seemingly determined to drown the Cold Palace in tears.
......
In the Imperial Study Room.
