Why did Your Majesty write the will so early?

Zixi did not explain, but just finished writing the will in silence and slowly put down his red pen.

Holding up the teacup and taking a sip, she lowered her eyes and looked at the content she left on the will. After confirming that, a hint of sigh passed through her eyes.

She put down the teacup and waited for the handwriting to dry, she carefully put away the will.

Looking up at Qiu Yan's pale and stiff look, Zi Xi faintly smiled and said, "Qiu Yan, are you scared?"

Qiu Yan shuddered and looked up at Zixi in a daze: "Your Majesty?"

"I have an ominous premonition." Zixi could not explain the fate of heaven, nor did she know how to let her accept the fact that she was about to leave the world. "But I cannot confirm whether this premonition will come true for the time being."

After rolling the will of decree into a scroll, Zixi turned around and looked up at a picture of plum blossoms hanging on the wall behind him. He jumped gently and placed the will of decree behind the drawing.

Qiu Yan was shocked, and her three souls and six spirits were almost out of her body: "Your Majesty, you are pregnant, be careful!"

Zixi smiled slightly: "Don't be so nervous."

As she said that, she turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

Qiu Yan followed in panic, and saw Zixi lying down halfway at the head of the bed, and whispered: "Does Your Majesty want to sleep?"

"No sleepiness." Zixi looked up at the top of the tent, sighing, "Chu Chen and the Regent probably can't sleep tonight, and I can't sleep either."

As he said that, he turned to look at Qiu Yan, "Come here to bring a stool and I will talk to you."

Qiu Yan looked at her uneasyly: "Your Majesty, why don't you let the Emperor come to chat with you? Or, if Your Majesty has a worries with the Emperor, you can also let the Regent come in..."

"I don't want to talk to them." Zixi smiled, "Where is a man who has a daughter's house to talk to?"

Qiuyan stood uneasy.

But she...she dare not know too many secrets of Your Majesty

She was even more afraid of hearing something bad.

Your Majesty is still so young, only sixteen years old...

"Qiuyan, do you think I am different from before?" Zixi spoke lightly, his tone exuded a kind of calm that seemed to indicate ominousness. "Before going to Xiling, I actually had a nightmare."

Nightmare?

Qiu Yan was surprised: "What nightmare did Your Majesty have?"

"It's actually not accurate. It should be... a warning from God." Zixi sighed, "I can be considered a secret of heaven, so I may pay some price."

"Since it was God's warning, how could His Majesty pay the price?" Qiu Yan frowned, "Is Your Majesty too worried?"

Because that's not an ordinary warning.

Zixi smiled, but his eyes were confused.

That was her rebirth.

God directly gave her a chance to be reborn.

Otherwise, when she was twenty-six years old in her previous life, she should have fallen into the long river of history with the destruction of the Dongling Mountains, leaving the mark of a destruction of the king in history books.

The rebirth of this life is a year that God gave her.

It was because the Ling Kingdom was not exhausted, but because she was not exhausted, she was reborn, just to save the Ling Kingdom's country and to keep the heir to the Ling Kingdom's country.

That's all.

The signs were not sudden, but she had never revealed them to anyone.

For countless nights, she had the same dream one after another.

She is proficient in medical skills, her body is clear, her pulse is normal, and her body has no other diseases, but she coughs up blood for no reason... Isn't it a sign?

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Chapter completed!