Emperor Yue has passed away!
The heavy snowfall did not stop this news from quickly spreading throughout Ye City.
Every household hung white crepe on their doors; it was hard to tell whether the snow on the ground was whiter, or the white crepe was more so.
Su Luo was still somewhat dazed and unable to recover her senses.
Although Emperor Yue spoke many ominous words yesterday, he appeared to be in good spirits.
He didn't seem like someone on the verge of death.
She blankly turned to look at Wei Shu, only to discover that his expression was much calmer than her own.
"You don't seem surprised at all?"
While putting on the white clothes that Xingxing had prepared for him, the man said: "I had a feeling about it yesterday!"
No wonder.
No wonder she suggested yesterday to rest well while they could because there would be busy times ahead. So this was what she meant.
Su Luo was pregnant and for the moment could not find suitable white clothes.
