Xie Shuning didn't dare to blink, only staring at that small figure. As she looked and looked, her vision was blurred by tears. The child was still so young, how could she bear to let go Lin Yu zhi didn't want to live, but he couldn't die either.,Although the world still bears the surname Ji, it is now under the control of the Yan family. Even within the imperial palace, he behaves as if he owns the place, showing no restraint or hesitation.,A faint scent of coppery sweetness filled the air, and the snow-white handkerchief was stained with patches of crimson. Xie Shuning vomited, ignoring the maid's panicked state, tossing aside the handkerchief and falling into a deep sleep, her face pale. After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from her slumber in a cold sweat, clutching the brocade quilt as she gasped, "Where is Young Master"。