The gauze curtains dropped layer after layer, and the atmosphere in Qianqiu Palace was dull and sad.
From time to time, palace people came and went in a hurry carrying things.
The emperor stood outside the palace, looking at the basins of blood going out. His heart seemed to be grabbed hard by a hand, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
He cast his blank gaze towards the palace gate, where the sun was shining, warm and bright.
But his heart was filled with clouds, even lightning and thunder.
He didn't know how long he stood there. In the meantime Wan Dabao came over and whispered comfort, asking him to sit down and wait, but he seemed not to hear it.
Finally, he heard Wan Dabao shout: "Mr. Huang..."
The emperor suddenly turned his head and stared at the imperial physician who stepped out of the palace door.
"How is it?" His voice was hoarse and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he would kill immediately if he heard the wrong answer.
Doctor Huang was so frightened by this look that he trembled. His mind was spinning rapidly, and he answered calmly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty is fine, and there is no danger of her life..."
Feeling that the emperor's mood was obviously relaxed, he added the second half of the sentence: "It's just that the fetus...can't be saved."
As soon as he finished speaking, his neck was pinched by a pair of hands. The emperor suppressed his voice and shouted angrily: "Why can't you save it? Aren't you a gynecologist? You can't even do this?"
Doctor Huang was pinched so hard that he couldn't breathe and rolled his eyes.
Wan Dabao hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the emperor: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! You must be merciful, the imperial concubine is still waiting for Huang Taiyi to treat her!"
After hearing this, the emperor's mood cooled down a little, and he stared at Imperial Physician Huang for a while, and finally let go.
His chest was heaving and his breathing was heavy. It took him a while before he spoke: "Why can't you save it? Tell me!"
Imperial Physician Huang couldn't help coughing several times, and after taking in his breath, he immediately bowed and replied: "Your Majesty has not given birth for many years, so it is not easy to get pregnant. Moreover, she is old and not very strong..."
"Why don't you usually nurse her back to good health?" The emperor couldn't help but raise his voice, and his hands began to tremble again, "I have told you to take care of her carefully, and this is how you take care of her?!"
Dr. Huang couldn't defend himself and almost cried.
Knowing how favored Concubine Pei is, how could they dare to neglect her? They would ask Ping Anmai every two days to send any good things to Qianqiu Palace and take whatever tonics they can.
However, physical fitness does not mean that everything will be fine just by replenishing it. Concubine Pei was physically weak before she entered the palace, and it took her so many years to become like this. She is usually free from illness and pain, which is already the result of their efforts.
Besides, she fell down and something bad happened before the doctor arrived. What can be done?
Fortunately, Wan Dabao reminded her desperately: "Your Majesty! The empress is inside, please keep your voice down!"
The emperor listened to what he said, and his anger had nowhere to vent. He could only hold the door of the palace and gasp for breath, slowly calming down his breathing.
After a while, he waved his hand and said disgustedly: "Why are you still here? Try your best to treat the imperial concubine. If anything happens to her, you will be buried with her!"
As if he had received an amnesty, Imperial Physician Huang responded repeatedly: "Yes, I will prescribe the medicine right away. I will do my best..."
The imperial doctor retreated, and looking at the emperor's lost state, Wan Dabao asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, do you want to go in and see the empress?"
The emperor wiped his eyes, wiped away the wet marks, and stepped into the palace door.
"Your Majesty." Cui Shun, the eunuch of Qianqiu Palace, stood outside the dormitory and saluted him with red eyes.
"How is your concubine?" the emperor asked calmly.
Cui Shun replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty is already awake..."
The emperor raised his feet and went in.
Inside the bedroom, the curtains have just been changed. Dark blue was originally the color of the distant mountains, distant and broad-minded. However, indoors, due to the small space, the deep blue and light gray gave off a sense of decay.
The emperor felt sour and could hardly hold back his tears, especially when he saw Concubine Pei lying on the bed, her originally pretty face pale.
For a moment, panic threatened to overwhelm him.
It was as if everything was back to the beginning, and she would still leave him.
At this moment, Concubine Pei's eyelashes moved and slowly opened.
The two looked at each other.
The dejection in her eyes instantly defeated the emperor.
"Ah Rong!" The emperor walked over quickly without hesitation and held the concubine's hand firmly.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault! Do you feel any pain? It's okay, don't be afraid..."
Concubine Pei's tears gushed down her face, making the emperor's heart ache.
He couldn't help but hate himself, why would he deliberately ignore her because of that little displeasure? It's not her fault!
If she had been here, maybe she wouldn't have fallen. The palace official made it very clear that she painted a lot last night and fell down because she was too tired.
After a while, Concubine Pei stopped crying and asked softly: "Your Majesty, is the child... gone?"
The emperor's tears surged again because of these words, and he choked and said: "Don't be afraid, don't worry, it will happen again, you..."
However, Concubine Pei chuckled, feeling even sadder than crying: "I'm already this old, why should I have him again? Maybe there's really no fate, right? I just realized his existence, and he lost it like this..."
"Ah Rong!" The emperor hugged her suddenly, tears streaming down his face.
A child, a child that belongs to both of them!
He had longed for it for eighteen years, but God only told him that he had it for a moment when he lost it.
He loved and hated that boy, wasn't it because he was born to her, but he had the blood of another man?
Concubine Pei also cried.
She rarely cries, or rather, she never cries.
In the eighteen years they had been together, he had never seen her cry. But at this moment, she cried quietly and with restrained tears.
For so many years, he had enjoyed the satisfaction of having her by his side, but he couldn't help but doubt her.
Now he blames himself very much, because he doesn't cherish it after he gets it?
What's the big deal with that kid? He thought he was an illegitimate child, wasn't it just right? If he wasn't happy to see him, just transfer him out of the capital. Why should he be angry with Ah Rong over such a trivial matter? She knew that was a past she couldn't change.
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The emperor's mind was in a state of confusion, thinking here and there, until Wan Dabao said: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty is ill, so you shouldn't be too sad!"
The emperor suddenly understood, wiped the tears on his face carelessly, and said to Concubine Pei: "It's my fault, don't be sad, take good care of yourself first. I'm going to see the medical records..."
Concubine Pei held his sleeve, raised her head, and looked at him pitifully: "Your Majesty, don't leave! I don't want to be alone..."
"Okay." The emperor did not hesitate, "Then I will accompany you. Wan Dabao, go and watch them cook the medicine! You all go out and don't disturb the imperial concubine to rest. I will call you if anything happens."
"yes."
The palace people all retreated, and they were the only two people left in the dormitory.