An Fuhai was stunned for a moment, then sang loudly: "The banquet continues -"
The scene was quiet for a moment, and then the sound of silk and bamboo sounded again. Soon, a palace maid came in and continued to serve delicious wine and food to everyone's dining tables.
With the sound of music, although everyone was in a strange mood, they still relaxed a little, except of course the Yuwen family and their supporters.
In the midst of the excitement, suddenly, an imperial doctor hurried out, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the child cannot be saved."
Dongfang Chen snorted coldly: "A bunch of trash! Get down."
The imperial doctor returned to the apse tremblingly.
Until the end of the Hundred Days Banquet, everyone had not heard from the Queen again, and they dispersed with a trace of doubt.
Night falls quietly.
There was silence in Fengxiang Palace. Yu Wenjin was lying on the bed, his face as gray as a broken rag doll. Ming Yue and Ming Yu stood by the bed with dejected faces.
Suddenly, there was a cautious knock on the door, and then the voice of a little palace maid: "Mr. An wants to see the empress."
Mingyue and Mingyu were both slightly startled, and then their faces suddenly turned pale as if they had a premonition of something.
The knock on the door rang again, and the two of them trembled as if frightened. Then, Mingyue walked to the door as if going to the execution ground, opened the door, and with a stiff smile, looked at An Fuhai who looked calm outside the door.
"Mr. An, may I ask why you are here..." Mingyue said with a hint of stiffness.
"The Emperor asked me to deliver something to the Queen, you go out first." After saying that, An Fuhai strode in, holding a tray covered with golden satin.
Mingyue and Mingyu looked at each other in confusion. Finally, Mingyu asked with a hint of request: "Manager An, your Majesty is still sleeping, can you..."
"Then please wake me up. We have to go back to pay errands after finishing our work." An Fuhai said with a hint of toughness on his face.
"Mr. An..." Mingyue was still trying to persuade her when she heard a weak but calm voice coming from the bed: "Mingyue, Mingyu, you all should go out."
The three of them looked towards the bed and saw that Yu Wenjin had opened his eyes and was looking at them calmly.
"Empress..." Mingyue and Mingyu shouted with trembling voices, and tears suddenly filled their eyes.
"Get out." Yu Wenjin's face was ashen, his eyes were lifeless, and his whole body was filled with despair.
"...Yes, empress." Mingyue and Mingyu lowered their heads and quietly retreated.
Yu Wenjin struggled to sit up, then stretched out his hand and said, "Bring it here."
There was a trace of emotion on An Fuhai's face. He came forward with the tray and lifted the yellow satin on it, revealing the contents: a white porcelain bottle and a foot of white silk.
"Queen, please choose one." An Fuhai said with a trace of compassion.
A faint self-deprecating smile appeared on Yu Wenjin's face. He reached out and picked up the white porcelain bottle, pulled out the red stopper, raised his head and drank, then slowly lay back down.
For a moment, an abnormal blush appeared on her face, and then she spoke softly: "Tell the emperor, I am really innocent. But, I have pity on my child, my child..." After saying that, she tilted her head and
Closed his eyes.
An Fuhai stretched out his hand and found that he was no longer breathing. However, Yu Wenjin had a dreamy expression on his face, his face was rosy, and he seemed to be sleeping soundly.
The thing in the bottle is called euthanasia, which is a poison specially used in the palace to bring death.