Chapter 2238: The Past Life 163

Mu Yi gradually closed his eyes and slowly died.

Perhaps, he had long regretted his actions and gone to the woman to ask forgiveness.

Or perhaps…

He was ultimately upset, so he planned to go to her.

His fist was still tightly clenched, holding the only thing left by that woman.

It was a token that he had been guarding for so many years…

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The next day…

The Ninth Emperor had just woken up when Dongfang Yu hurried in.

Initially, Dongfang Yu was used to not knocking on the door before entering the Ninth Emperor’s room. But this time, after she rushed in, she saw the young man lying on the ground. She was scared and took a few steps back. Her face turned pale.

‘The Ninth Emperor and Nan Changfeng slept in the same room last night?’

The Ninth Emperor did not like people to serve her, let alone share a room with people.

Dongfang Yu wanted to cry. She had known the Ninth Emperor for so many years, but she had never been able to get so close to her.

The Ninth Emperor looked at Dongfang Yu blankly and asked, “Why did you rush in? What happened?”

Hearing this, she finally came back to her senses and ignored Nan Changfeng in the room. She hurriedly spoke, “Ninth Emperor, Mu Yi is dead…”

‘Mu Yi is dead…’

This news made the Ninth Emperor’s heart tremble. She clenched the bedsheet tightly, and Nan Changfeng could feel that her breathing had changed slightly.

The Ninth Emperor lowered her gaze, trembling.

No matter what, Mu Yi had not done anything to hurt her too badly.

He was biased, and she did not blame him.

After all, she was not his daughter.

Mu Yi abandoned her to defend his own daughter.

Therefore, the Ninth Emperor had never resented him…

But she did not like him, and she did not want to see him again in this life.

Yet, now, hearing the news of Mu Yi’s death, her body still trembled.

After a second, she raised her gaze and looked at Dongfang Yu at the door.

“Bury him.”

This was the last thing she could do for him.

Dongfang Yu was a little surprised, “Ninth Emperor, are you still feeling soft-hearted toward Mu Yi…?”

The Ninth Emperor smiled faintly. “I have never resented him, so why should I be soft-hearted? I don’t want to meet him or deal with him, but he has raised me no matter what. Even if I have returned this favor, the gratitude remains.”

She did not want to deal with Mu Yi, not only because of Old Lady Mu but also because of Qingluo and Mu Qingya.

After all, Mu Yi was already someone else’s father, and she had no right to bother him.

However, she also did not want others to offend her. So for Mu Qingya, she was not soft-hearted.

“Go and bury him.”

The Ninth Emperor stretched her back. “I will not go to pay respect to him. You go and deal with it. But no need to report about this again later. I no longer have anything to do with Mu Yi.”

There was no relationship before, and now that Mu Yi was gone, that relationship was like it never existed before.

So, asking Dongfang Yu to bury him was more than enough.