Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

He muttered it over and over again, as if he was trapped in some kind of obsession.

The expression on his face was dull, his lips moved, and his eyes gradually became dull, dull, and straight, staring ahead.

Chewing these words repeatedly in his mouth, his voice became lower and lower.

Until finally, his eyelids drooped, drooping heavily, and returned to that lifeless, cold look on his face.

It was motionless, as if it were a dead body that had fallen into a deep sleep, and there was no more sound.

In the cold and cold prison, the silence became eerily quiet again, with only the cold wind blowing by for no apparent reason.

It was eerie, with a strong smell of dampness and decay, as if it was blocking a person's six orifices, making it impossible to breathe anymore.

Outside the prison, Jun Jiuge, with a calm and indifferent face, lowered his eyes and looked down at the person inside who soon became silent. His purple eyes were cold and silent.

She was indifferent to his words and just thought he was going crazy again.

This happens not once or twice, but the lunatic inside often does this.

He has been like this since Si Si left, talking nonsense every day, over and over again, unwilling to accept the reality.

Today it is said that Si Si will not die, tomorrow it is said that Si Si will come back, and the day after tomorrow it is said that Si Si is coming back, just in these few days...

Every day, she kept saying things about her, as if she was deliberately irritating him and trying to irritate him.

The person who was clearly the initiator, the culprit, should have been chopped into pieces with thousands of knives, cut into pieces, minced into meat and fed to the dogs——

What he should do is kill him, or make his life worse than death.

What deserves revenge is just...

Jun Jiuge stared coldly at the man inside who could vaguely see the shadow of his old friend. On his waist, he still had the old and dilapidated jade pendant.

The word "Si" on the jade pendant has become blurry.

As time goes by, everything becomes blurred and everything is erased.

The objects were old, the people were gone, everything about her... seemed to be disappearing.

Little by little, traces of existence are erased.

He stared, his eyes falling on the jade pendant around his waist for a long time.

In the end, he did nothing, turned around, and said coldly: "Keep watching, don't tell him to die."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After that, Jun Jiuge left.

And the people in that huge prison were sitting there. From unknown time on, a pair of faint red pupils slowly opened.

The cloudy, misty and dull eyes looked straight ahead, and for a moment, they seemed to become clear.

Dumbly, motionless, his lips trembled slightly, a low and strange voice echoed slowly in the empty and dark prison.

"finally……"

"Si Si..."

He smiled, a sad, gentle smile, and a low laugh.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

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That night.

Ningbi Palace.

After Fang Fang finished bathing and changing clothes, Lin Qi was about to rest. Before he could lie down, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach.

As soon as her movements stopped, she subconsciously hugged her belly, "Qingran——"

The pain came suddenly, causing her face to turn pale instantly.

The maid Qingran, who had not yet left, reacted quickly and ran over immediately, "Your Highness - what's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache?"

Linqi breathed rapidly, holding his belly, his voice trembling, "The child... the child seems to be coming out——"

The feeling of her belly falling was particularly obvious, and the wet water quickly soaked her lower clothes.