Yun Jingchu looked at Yun Jingchu who had stopped twitching and almost turned into a puddle of flesh and blood without any injuries. He stopped struggling like a fool. His jade-like eyes were as cold as ice. A huge teardrop slipped from his eye socket and slid down his cheek.
Dust dripped down. But Yun Jingchu's expression was still cold. If it weren't for the obvious tear marks on her face, no one would have known that she had cried.
Wu Shang, I'm sorry, I still can't protect you after all. I'm too incompetent! Yun Xiyao was dragged away by the imperial guards like a wooden man.
On the way to the prison, Yun Jingchu didn't shed a single tear. He just silently allowed others to pull him away. His expression was like a frozen lake, calm and condensed without a single ripple.
After the jailer left, Yun Jingchu lay silently on the thatch, slowly closed her eyes, and sadness spread silently on her face...
Yun Jingchu had a dream. In the dream, it was raining heavily!
Her three-year-old son You'er was dying in her arms, but no imperial doctor came to see him. Because Yun Xiyao was frightened and showed signs of miscarriage, all the imperial doctors from the imperial hospital were in Yuyu Palace.
Consult her.
She sent palace officials to urge her over and over again, but the news she brought back was that the imperial concubine was in critical condition and all the imperial doctors were unable to escape.
Helplessly, seeing You'er in her arms getting weaker and weaker and his face turning grayer and grayer, she picked up the child and headed to Yun Xiyao's Yuyu Palace.
When she dismissed the guards and entered the main hall, all the imperial doctors who were talking eloquently stopped and looked at her blankly. Dongfang Chen looked at her with cold eyes and disgust.
"What are you doing here?" Dongfang Chen's face was ashen and his brows were slightly furrowed.
"See the Queen." All the imperial doctors stood up and knelt down to salute.
"Your Majesty, come and see You'er. He is sick. Please ask the imperial doctor to take a look at her." Ignoring the rain dripping on her head, she stepped forward and held the child in front of him.
Dongfang Chen just glanced at the child in her arms, and then what he said made her tremble with anger. He said: "Yao'er is in critical condition now. As her sister, you not only don't care about her, but you also use such unreasonable
There is no reason to disturb the imperial doctor from seeing her."
Although she was shaking with anger, for the sake of the soft child in her arms, she still knelt down in front of him and said with tears: "Your Majesty, Yun Xiyao just had fetal gas. Youer will die if she doesn't get treatment."
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"Isn't this still alive and well? Come here, send the queen out." Dongfang Chen had a cold face and ordered loudly.
Four eunuchs came in from outside the door, held her arms and pulled her out. She held the child in one hand and grabbed his dragon robe with the other. She begged, cursed, cried, and roared, but it was all in vain. She was pushed out of the door.
, the door was mercilessly closed in front of her.
It was raining heavily, and God seemed to be angry and kept pouring water from the sky.
Even though the palace maid next to her quickly held up an umbrella for her, even though she was hunched over and holding the child tightly in her arms, his Youer still got wet. He passed away within three hours of returning to Fengxiang Palace.
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She hugged You'er, who was getting colder and colder, and listened to the trembling response from the palace maid sent out: "The imperial concubine is not out of danger yet, so all the imperial doctors...can't leave yet."
These words were like a cold knife thrust into her chest, splitting her heart in two and causing her to convulse with pain.
Thousands of images roared through her mind. She taught him to protect him, planned for him, and hurt him. He smiled at her, and Yan Yan swore that he would make her the most noble woman in the world. Youer laughed, Youer cried, and Youer sucked milk.
You'er called her mother, Yun Xiyao called her sister, Yun Xiyao held her hand and laughed. Yun Xiyao leaned on Dongfang Chen's arms and laughed. Those scenes drove her crazy. When she reacted, she was holding Yun Xiyao's hand.
Xiyao's collar slapped her...
"Yun Jingshu, what are you doing?! Are you crazy?" Dongfang Chen came over and pulled her away, throwing her to the ground. He held Yun Xiyao pitifully in his arms and carefully looked at her face.