Chapter 577 - Pleasing Her Majesty (End) (1/2)
At the Immortal Tower…
This was the new palace that Ming Shu ordered people to build. It was carved very carefully and precisely in every corner, with thin veils floating in the four directions, and it looked like a real immortal palace.
Ming Shu took Junjue to the highest position in the Immortal Tower. Looking afar, the entire capital city was within their sights.
And at this time, the royal palace below was covered with red silk cloth everywhere, as if occupied by red flames. Viewing from this height, it was shockingly and extremely beautiful.
Junjue: ”…” WTH? I really become the Su Daji that wrecks the country and brings ruin to the people?
Director, this plotline doesn't seem right!
Ming Shu put Junjue on the soft couch and looked down at him. ”Do you like it?”
If I say I don't like it, will I be beaten dead? I want you to like me! What are these unpractical things about…
”Yes.” Junjue didn't follow his heart. ”I like everything you do for me, Your Majesty.”
”How do you know I did it for you?” Ming Shu smiled.
”If it's not for me, then who, Your Majesty?” A ghost?
Ming Shu revealed an ill-disposed smile. ”Your successor.”
Junjue cursed angrily inside. I'm still alive, and you're thinking about the next one! Why don't you go to hell!
Screw your successor!
Junjue calmed himself down and said, ”You're very far-sighted, Your Majesty.”
Ming Shu continued to piss him off. ”How do you like it? Just for reference, if there's anywhere that's not good, I'll order them to change it.”
Junjue pulled his mouth. ”Tear them down, Your Majesty, they're all ugly.”
Ming Shu looked at him interestingly.
What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome guy before?
Ming Shu sat opposite him and poured herself a glass of good wine. Its thick aroma floated in the air. She raised the fine glass and smiled lightly. ”Is there anything you want to tell me?”
Junjue tilted his head to look at her. Her figure was reflected in his black eyes, and it seemed she was the only one left in the world.
Is there anything I want to tell her?
What does she want to hear?
A cool breeze blew past the handrail, and the thin veils floated slightly. There seemed to be some faint tinkle of bells come from the remote sky.
But it was dead silent on the Immortal Tower. The two seemed to have fallen into another bizarre dimension, and they didn't say anything.
Ming Shu drank the good wine one glass after another. Junjue looked at the floating clouds and the sky with remote eyes, thinking something alone.
”Your Majesty.”
Ming Shu put down the glass and waited.
After a long while, Junjue said, ”Let's go back.”
Ming Shu was silent for a while. She drank up the last glass of wine, then stood up to hold him and took him to the new living palace in the Immortal Tower.
After that day, Junjue fell into a coma, dying. The imperial physicians were on tenterhooks all day, fearing that the royal concubine would be gone any minute.
The entire royal palace fell into an oppressive atmosphere.
Ming Shu had long stopped attending the sessions. She spent all her time with Junjue in the Immortal Tower.
No matter what the ministers said, she refused to step into the throne room.
”Your Majesty…” The imperial physician said hesitantly, ”It's probably tonight…”
Tonight…
Ming Shu tore the dessert in her hand into pieces, which then fell onto the plates.
”There's no other way?”
The imperial physician kneeled down immediately. ”I've done my best.”
Ming Shu waved away all others in the Immortal Tower. Only she and Junjue were here now.
Junjue lay in the bed. His lips under the mask were as pale as paper. Ming Shu reached out to rub them, then she bent over and said in a low voice, ”Junjue, you really don't have anything to tell me?”
Junjue's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes with difficulty. It was blurry in front of him, and he could barely see anything. He could only look at the person in front of him by feeling.
He opened his lips slightly and a hoarse voice sounded from his throat. ”Your Majesty… I like you.”
Ming Shu held his hand more tightly.
Junjue thought he surely wouldn't get her answer and his consciousness drifted further and further. Some grotesque scenes flew up and down in his brain, but in the end, all he could see were her figures.
Familiar and strange…
Junjue used up his remaining strength and held Ming Shu's hand.