(Book 1) Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Arc 4_39- 40

Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters

Mu Yanjun had a moment where his brain was all white.

His hand couldn’t hold the glass, it fell to the ground and shattered.

Bai Weiwei couldn’t hold up her body, her whole person fell to the ground.

Mu Yanjun immediately rushed to her side, he stretched his arms out to catch her.

Bai Weiwei tried to say something, but when she opened her mouth all that came out was blood.

Mu Yanjun felt that he had never panicked to such an extent.

“Weiwei?” He reached for her wrists and found that her pulse was completely chaotic, a sign of the onset of death.

Bai Weiwei smiled, her lips stained with blood, gorgeous and desolate.

“Mu Yanjun, are you satisfied?”

Mu Yanjun embraced her, he was already scared out of his wits, his voice trembled, “Don’t talk, don’t talk…”

He immediately pulled out one of his few remaining heart protecting pills, he pressed it hard into her mouth, forcing her to swallow.

Then turned his head to the subordinate outside anxiously commanding they call the imperial doctor.

Bai Weiwei was in such pain she couldn’t bear it, she grasped his clothes.

Mu Yanjun’s hand immediately caught her hand, and said in a frenzy: “Don’t you care about the little Emperor? If you’re dead, and he shouldn’t expect a good end.”

Bai Weiwei smiled bitterly, and tears fell.

“Would you ever let us go? Sooner or later we wouldn’t have a good end, it’s just a matter of earlier or later.”

Mu Yanjun extended his hand to wipe her mouth, even as she was still coughing blood.

The color of the blood was black.

At just a glance, he could tell it was a highly toxic poison.

Heart protecting pills could save a life for a moment, but if the poison wasn’t dealt with, she could not survive any longer.

Mu Yanjun’s lips were quivering, “You didn’t trust me? I said that if you’re alive, I would let him smoothly sit on the throne.”

Bai Weiwei began to fall into a trance, she whispered seemingly for herself to listen to.

“You tortured me for a long time, I’d rather you killed me with a knife. I don’t want to… Don’t want to live to bear the heartache day and night. “

Mu Yanjun could not understand her words for a time.

The heartache…

Steal……

Suddenly, he finally recalled what she had said.

‘Do you suppose that peeling skin, bruising flesh and breaking bones are the greatest pains? But those are just lowly tricks. True torture is to steal ones heart.’

Bai Weiwei raised her head, and her eyes were filled with intense pain.

“I can’t love you.”

Who was Mu Yanjun? He could divide a sentence into the words that held the persons meaning.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love, it was that she couldn’t love.

The difference between one word, as great as a thousand miles.