Fu Cha Rongyin travels into Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace

Chapter 232: I can finally tell you in person, don't be afraid, it's okay, I will avenge y

Rong Yin was suddenly pulled by the emperor who was lying on the sickbed, and she fell onto the bed without any preparation.

Her hair was a little messy, and the originally dignified expression on her face became extremely gloomy, with her eyes full of astonishment and panic.

Seeing this, Jinzhong, who was standing by, hurried forward and wanted to lend a hand to the Queen.

"Empress, are you okay?" Jinzhong's face was full of anxiety, and his voice was trembling slightly. He just stretched out his hand, but before he could get close to Rongyin, he was stopped by Rongyin's stern shout.

"Stop! Don't come over here!" Rong Yin's voice was sharp and fierce, with unquestionable majesty. Jinzhong was frightened and his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.

What's going on here?

Rong Yin's heart was beating like a drum. Her eyes were fixed on the emperor lying on the hospital bed, and her lips trembled slightly.

Just now, she heard the emperor say, "Your Majesty, I have avenged you."

That tone, that intonation, was like a bolt of lightning that struck her soul. For so many years, no matter how time passed, Fu Cha Rongyin could not forget that this was Ying Luo's unique tone of voice.

Her eyes were wide open and bloodshot, as if she wanted to see some clues from the emperor's face.

After a moment, she suppressed the turmoil in her heart and said to Jinzhong in a hoarse voice: "Jinzhong, you go out and guard. No one is allowed to come in. No matter what noise you hear, don't come in. Do you understand?"

Although Jinzhong had doubts in his heart, he did not dare to disobey the Queen's order and replied in a low voice: "Yes, Your Majesty."

He quickly glanced around the room, then quickly retreated and closed the door gently.

Rong Yin took a deep breath and slowly held the "Emperor's" hand. The hand was cold and stiff, but she felt like she had grasped the last straw.

Originally, she didn't dare to hope for those messy things, but she, a dead person, could be reborn in another world line, so why couldn't Yingluo come too?

She tried to make her voice sound gentler and whispered soothingly, "Your Majesty, how do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"

She didn't dare to call out other people's names in front of the emperor. If the emperor was really still there, she might be captured as a monster. It was better to be cautious now.

But Rongyin can now hear her own heartbeat.

As she spoke, she stood up and walked to the table herself, picked up the kettle, poured a glass of water tremblingly, then carefully returned to the bedside, brought the water to the emperor's mouth, and slowly fed him.

After feeding him water, Rong Yin leaned close to the emperor's ear, and asked in a low voice with a hint of urgency and fear, "Your Majesty, what are you talking about? What did you call me? Do you... do you know what you are saying?"

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, including expectation, fear, and deep doubt.

The emperor on the bed still had his eyes closed, his lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

Rong Yin's hand tightened slightly, and she asked again: "Your Majesty, please wake up and answer me."

Fine beads of sweat had already appeared on her forehead and her breathing became rapid.

The "Emperor" seemed to open his eyes with some effort at this time. Rong Yin was certain at this time that the Emperor would never look at her with such an expression under normal circumstances.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, your servant... your servant will avenge you, your servant..."

"Yingluo, is that you? How did you end up in the emperor's body? What on earth is going on?"

Rongyin's voice had a hint of tears in it, and scenes of her and Yingluo kept flashing through her mind, the laughter, the tears, and the difficult times they had spent together.

She couldn't believe what she saw, but what the emperor said made her doubt.

She sat on the edge of the bed, quietly waiting for Yingluo to speak again, but there was silence all around her, and only her own rapid breathing echoed in the room.

She didn't know what was waiting for her next, the revelation of the truth or a deeper conspiracy.

But at this moment, she had no way out.

She didn't want to try the feeling of losing and regaining it again.