She just gave birth to a child, so why is Su Yi's body so bad?
Qiye felt a little worried when he thought about Qian Shang
Can that frail woman give birth safely?
If life and death were as uncertain as Xu Yi's, what should he do?
Thinking of this, Qiye couldn't control his pace and walked towards Jingxin Pavilion.
Hongyi watched Qiye go away gradually, then turned around, waved his big red palace dress, drew a beautiful arc, and displayed the momentum of his teeth and claws incisively and vividly.
Stepping into the imperial concubine's palace, she looked at the weak Suyi lying on the bed, next to the fat child, lying softly next to her mother, smiling sweetly.
Hong Yi walked over and picked up the child. The child started crying. Su Yi opened her eyes and looked at Hong Yi, "Empress, what are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Hong Yi spoke arrogantly: "I have obeyed the emperor's decree. From now on, I will take care of the prince. Sister, just take good care of yourself and think about how to get the holy favor!"
"No!" Su Yi struggled out of bed and wanted to snatch Hong Yi's child. However, Hong Yi pushed her hard and Su Yi fell to the ground. "Give me the child! The Emperor will never do this.
I did it! I want to see the emperor! I want to see the emperor!"
"Meet the Emperor?" Hong Yi said sarcastically, "Do you want to see the Emperor? Now that you are seriously ill, the Emperor cares about the woman in Jingxin Pavilion. Who can take care of you?"
"It doesn't matter whether the emperor cares about me or not, what I want is my child!" Su Yi screamed, "Give me the child, give me the child!"