Ji Changming Emerges Again, Inauspicious in His Remaining Years

Leaving the palace, Nan Ronghui appeared at the inn where Wang Zhong and the others were staying.

"Senior sister?"

"Greetings, Queen!"

Qin Yue'er hurriedly bowed.

"Why address her as Queen? Isn't that too formal? Anyway, this is your senior sister," Xu Tong declared loudly.

"That's right, no need for such formality. Just call me senior sister," Nan Ronghui smiled lightly.

"Senior sister!" Qin Yue'er smiled.

Then, Nan Ronghui went to Wang Zhong's bedside.

Seeing Wang Zhong in his current state, tears welled up in Nan Ronghui's eyes, and she couldn't help but let them fall.

If it weren't for her, with Wang Zhong's strength, he could have easily left the palace unharmed.

"Nan Ronghui, what are you doing? This isn't like you," Wang Zhong teased.

"Master, could you please not be such a killjoy?" Nan Ronghui wiped her tears and smiled.

"Alright, I'm fine. Why are you crying? You've just ascended, you should celebrate," Wang Zhong spoke.