After the long pursue of her love for Dijun had moved the heavens Dijun and Feng Jiu were fated together. Causing both Feng Jiu and Dijun were severely injured. When they had woken up, a brand new chapter awaits ahead of them. After their 200 years...
The tainted smell of fresh blood had made the air smell awful. Fresh flesh of blood had turned into iron. The once scream of laughter and joy of celebration had turned into a silent haunting gasp that filled into the misty air. Looking up Feng Jiu gasps as she pulls out the sword. Grunting the King looks down to his bloody robe before he takes a look at Consort Bai.
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His vision impaired as he looks down into the bloody sword. A once reflection of his happiness had disappeared from his face.
"Xiao Jiu..." He grunted her names.
Coming to the King she grips his body in her hand as she presses her hand on his wounds. The panic of her heart had raced on as she looks at him.
"Your Majesty...." She said his name. "Your Majesty!"
Pressing hard on his would she begins to yell on the tip of her tongue.
"Call the physician!!" Her voice trembles. "Hurry up!"
As the King lays in her arms had arrived the princes on the step calling for their brother's name. He begins to cough blood that had rolled down into her hand and stained it bloody red.
"Hold on...." He could hear the muttered of her sweet voice that drowns out his pain again. "Your Majesty."
Her tears had hit like bullets down into his wounds. And the cried of his brothers kneeling beside him had made him feel unfilial.
"Ge Ge!!" He could hear Wen Chang said as he grips tight on the King's robe. Even close to his death, he could see the crown prince stepping away farther and farther from them.
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"This can't be..." He could hear the crown prince stated as he calms down. Reaching for his bloody hand, the King reaches for the consort's face and wipes down her tears. Creating a small streak of blood across her cheek.
"Thank...you..." The King had spoken to her as he grabbed on her hand. "Thank...you...for killing me...."
Tears had dropped on her eyes as she notices her crime. Her wailed begins to get louder as she grabbed on the King's hand.
