Yu Wenrui grew weaker by the day until finally, he couldn’t even muster the strength to sit up, lying on his bed, emaciated and at death’s door.
Everyone thought he wouldn’t survive much longer.
The ministers at the Imperial Court were already considering which memorial they should draft to propose a suitable candidate once the Crown Prince passed away.
The weather was fine that day.
To everyone’s surprise, Yu Wenrui felt significantly more spirited, and he even ordered his personal attendant to help him up so that he could take a walk in the courtyard.
The servant’s heart skipped a beat as if sensing something.
He didn’t dare to say anything, and according to the Crown Prince’s instructions, he draped him in a thick fur coat and supported him to the yard.
Of course, it was still the courtyard that Yu Wenrui forbade others to enter.
No one had lived there for a long time, but it remained clean and tidy. Back when Yu Wenrui was in good health, he would personally clean it every other day. Now that his health had declined, he had also given orders to his trusted followers to clean it regularly.
Those who once advised him were now filled with regret: had they known the master cared so much about that person, why did they ever give such unsound advice? Now, their longstanding wishes had indeed come true, but at the cost of their master’s current state...
Yu Wenrui sat alone in the courtyard for an entire day, not touching any of the food the servants brought him.
Gu Shengyin was actually here.
She had cast a spell to conceal her form and was sitting high on the branch of the largest tree in the courtyard.
She silently watched Yu Wenrui in the yard, so thin he hardly looked human.
As long as he sat there, she sat in the tree watching.
The system could hardly bear it anymore, "Host, he looks so pitiful."
Gu Shengyin revealed a slightly cold smile, "If You Lan had been just an ordinary person, or just You Lan and not me, she would have died in the palace long ago. Where would she witness this ’deep affection’?"
She admitted that Yu Wenrui looked pitiable, but how did the saying go? Pitiable people must have detestable traits. The things he had done merited a far greater retribution than this.
In this world, she was not about to let him get off so easily.
If one does wrong, can repentance alone bring about forgiveness?
Most of the time, the person who could forgive him simply wouldn’t linger long enough to witness his repentance.
Your love has come too late.
She took one last look at the person sitting there before she moved and vanished into thin air.
Yu Wenrui seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up in the direction where she had been, but apart from the rustling leaves in the wind, there was nothing.
After returning, Yu Wenrui fell into a coma.
No matter what the Imperial Physicians tried, they couldn’t wake him up again.
Everyone knew the Crown Prince was burning his last flicker of life. The Ministry of Rites was even beginning to prepare his final affairs, just waiting for him to breathe his last.
Yu Wenrui was in a daze, but deep down, he probably knew he was about to leave this world.
His only wish now was to see that girl one more time, to tell her in person that he was sorry.
He didn’t presume to ask for her forgiveness; he just wanted to express his regret.
Perhaps the heavens took pity on him, for he indeed saw her.
In a silent and deep darkness, as if walking on light, she appeared in his world.