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Chapter 2237: The Past Life 162

Unfortunately, Nan Changfeng did not know that he would be separated from her in a few days and meet her again after a thousand years...

“Why are you still here?”

The Ninth Emperor looked at the young man standing in front of her smilingly. “It’s late. You should leave now.”

It was already late.

And it was time for her to sleep, so Nan Changfeng should leave.

“Do you want to stay here and sleep with me?” The Ninth Emperor took a few steps closer to the young man and smirked.

The young man’s handsome face turned red. He put his fist to his lips and cleared his throat as a way to hide his pounding heart.

The Ninth Emperor smiled.

At this time, she was like a villain who molested a virtuous woman.

“But...” The Ninth Emperor tilted her head. “I’m a little sleepy. You can stay here...”

She smirked. “But you need to sleep on the floor. Don’t disturb me because I don’t like to have people around when I’m resting. I want to sleep peacefully.”

She had always been used to being alone.

Dongfang Yu and the others would never disturb her when she was sleeping.

However, for some reason, facing Nan Changfeng, she always had no way to drive him out.

Perhaps from the moment she brought Nan Changfeng back, many things were already destined...

“Alright.”

Nan Changfeng smiled and brushed the Ninth Emperor’s hair. “I’ll stay here with you.”

The Ninth Emperor was speechless.

This was said as if she wanted him to stay.

She shrugged and did not say anything more, went to bed, and fell asleep.

She now could sleep peacefully. Perhaps having left behind what had been on her mind, she slept somewhat quietly.

Meanwhile...

Mu Yi was always unable to sleep.

He spent his day and night with wine, and he looked different from how he was before. He looked like someone who had lost all his spirit and was as messy as a beggar.

The emperor’s son-in-law’s manor was also empty, leaving only him alone.

Mu Yi was drunk, lying in the courtyard. He faced the moon, recalling that stunning figure.

The figure that had made him obsessed for years.

“If you were still here, would none of this have happened, right? Little Nine is still our daughter. I can also treat her as my own, and there would be no Princess Qingluo, no Qingya... My mother would be an old lady who only makes a fuss, and it would not all have come down to such a state...”

He closed his eyes, tears flowing down his dirty face.

Muyi blocked his eyes with his hand as if he could make the tears stop.

Unfortunately, his tears were like a spring, unable to stop flowing.

A few moments later, he opened his eyes, and in his blurred vision, he saw the stunning woman approaching him.

She smiled gently, making his heart soften.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to pull that woman closer, but he could only feel the coldness.

“If there is an afterlife... I will never let you go again.”

His hand slowly fell and finally landed on the ground. He smiled as his eyes gradually closed...

He knew that the figure was only his fantasy and that woman was long gone...