Revival (3)

"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Seeing this, the eldest palace maid called out excitedly again.

At this moment, the gunshots outside finally began to quieten down. Only sporadic gunshots sounded intermittently.

Feng Yang slowly opened her eyes under the excited cry of the palace maid. After blinking, her absent-minded eyes quickly became clear.

"Yanfei." Feng Yang curled her lips and smiled. Her lips were still pale, and her breathing was weak. It was quite difficult to say just a few words. "Don't feel sad for me."

"I've already reached the end of my life and can still contribute to the great dynasty established by Emperor Taizu himself. Even if I die, I can rest in peace," Feng Yang said casually.

Her eyes, which were slightly dim because of her illness, were so determined. It was a kind of wisdom and transparency that saw through the troubles of the mortal world.