Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 889 - 888 Ajiu, you’ve come to pick me up, haven’t you?

Chapter 889: Chapter 888 Ajiu, you’ve come to pick me up, haven’t you?

Empress Dowager turned her head to look at Attendant Jin, and unexpectedly, tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Attendant Jin..."

Empress Dowager’s voice, indescribably hoarse, "Attendant... I... I want to see him, I miss him so much..."

Attendant Jin felt a pang in her heart, nearly bursting into tears.

"Empress Dowager... please don’t, Prince... he can’t come back."

Prince had died, back then, it was Empress Dowager herself who...

"Empress Dowager, maybe..."

But Attendant Jin didn’t continue, only carefully wiping away her tears.

Empress Dowager stared at the canopy above, her eyes already blurred with tears.

"Did I... make a mistake? Back then, why was I so harsh to him? Did I truly err... Chuchu, Mother misses you, Mother truly... truly misses you so much..."

Perhaps, it was for the best, waiting to descend to the underworld, to see her Chuchu, she could then forever cherish Chuchu, treat him well, in atonement for the sins she had committed against him.

"Chuchu..."

Suddenly, a look of surprise flitted across Empress Dowager’s eyes as she stared steadfastly behind Attendant Jin, "Chuchu..."

"Empress Dowager." Attendant Jin, holding her hand, thought she was at the end, hallucinating a soul from the netherworld, a wave of sorrow and despair washed over Attendant Jin.

"Empress Dowager..."

"Attendant, I see Chuchu, Attendant."

"Empress Dowager, don’t be like this..."

"Help me up, quick, help me up."

Empress Dowager hadn’t felt this spirited in a long time.

And now, gripping Attendant Jin’s hand in return, her strength was surprisingly great.

Attendant Jin, with a face full of shock, turned back, but saw nothing.

She had no choice but to help the Empress Dowager sit up, "Empress Dowager."

"Attendant, leave, go out..." Empress Dowager motioned with her hands, somewhat anxiously, "Chuchu has come to fetch me, Attendant, please leave quickly, I want to have a private word with Chuchu! Go! Hurry out!"

In the end, Attendant Jin left.

She waited outside, not far away.

Empress Dowager leaned against the headboard, looking at the empty inner room, her voice hoarse, "Chuchu, I know you’ve returned, Chuchu... Ajiu..."

A figure in white, gently landed on the ground.

Had she not been through so much, Empress Dowager would have certainly been frighted.

His descent was so light, as though he had no weight at all.

It was more like... a ghost.

But she wasn’t afraid at all now, her eyes quickly filling with tears.

"Ajiu..."

Feng Dingchu didn’t speak, just silently watching her.

His gaze wasn’t complicated, light and indifferent.

"Ajiu, are you still angry with Mother? Ajiu, have you come for Mother? Is that it?"

Empress Dowager reached out her hand.

That hand, waxy yellow and withered.

Feng Dingchu’s heart finally soured.

A surge of sorrow.

"Ajiu, don’t be angry, Mother is coming to join you soon, Mother... will always be by your side from now on, never to leave you again."

Her hand remained suspended in mid-air, her heart filled with joy.

Although she knew she was about to die, she was truly happy to be able to atone for her sins after death.

Feng Dingchu felt a wave of heartache.

Years of resentment, hatred, on this lifeless hand, began to fade away, bit by bit.

She was really going to die.

After all these years had passed, to this point, what did past grudges matter anymore?

"Mother, your son has returned."

Finally, Feng Dingchu walked over and gently held Empress Dowager’s hand.

But unexpectedly, the moment Empress Dowager grasped his palm in return, her expression changed dramatically!

It was warm!

"Ajiu, you... you’re not dead? You’re still alive?"