Concubine Xi had no natal family and was deprived of her title. The way the palace dealt with this kind of death was to wrap her up in a quilt and send her away, then dig a hole and bury her without a coffin or a tombstone.
Mu Yunhan said hoarsely: "Of course we have to take care of her. Tell them not to treat her too slowly."
Yun Lian had always been calm and self-controlled, but she didn't expect that such a person would die so easily.
Xiaomi sighed and went out to deal with the matter. Zhifang quietly entered and stood aside. When he saw Mu Yunhan reaching for the teacup on the table, he quickly made a new pot of tea and handed it over with both hands.
Mu Yunhan glanced at Zhifang but said nothing.
Zhifang couldn't help it anymore and whispered: "Madam, will the capital really be destroyed? What will happen to us people?"
At this moment, she no longer had the arrogance she had before. She was respectful and careful, with a sad face, looking like she would burst into tears at any time.
Mu Yunhan asked, "Why do you ask that?"
Zhifang whispered: "You don't know, in the past few days, there have been rumors in the palace, saying that the rebels will soon invade the capital, and that Zhao will..."
After all, she didn't have the guts to say, "Da Zhao is about to end." She just lowered her head and said, "I heard that rice outside is already very expensive..."
Epidemics are prevalent, wars are frequent, and prices are bound to skyrocket.
Mu Yunhan thought about it for a moment and said, "An empty hole may not lead to a strong wind."
Zhifang understood and fell silent immediately.
The candle flame danced gently, and Mu Yunhan fell into deep thought.
Most of the Gu and Mu clans have withdrawn, leaving only the Guhou Mansion and the Muhou Mansion. They must be able to evacuate safely before the rebels approach.
With Mu Li watching over Wuhou Mansion and Gu Yilan helping her, she wasn't worried, but the whereabouts of Wu Yanzhuang made people worry.
Mu Yunhan kept his eyes open until dawn, during which time Yan'er made a fuss several times and couldn't sleep peacefully. He had to hold her hand to fall asleep.
He didn't cry either, he just held her hand gently in a tentative way and looked at her quietly with his dark and bright eyes, and she understood what he meant.
Three days later, bad news came one after another.
The rebels defeated the army hastily sent by the imperial court near Gyeonggi Province, and Lin Youfang's son Lin Gong was captured.
The epidemic has not been effectively controlled, but has spread from children to adults.
This is a very scary thing. Lanjing City has been closed down by Lin Youfang's order, and no one is allowed to enter or exit.
As for reinforcements, even if Meng Jia is willing to return reinforcements, it depends on whether he can get back in time and whether the battle situation allows him to withdraw.
There is no hope, no food, and the epidemic is prevalent. No matter how you look at it, it is a dead end.
Yan'er has visibly weakened, and now he can only drink porridge and soup. He takes medicine and spits it out, and when he vomits, he vomits out the food he has eaten.
Seeing this situation, Mu Yunhan discussed with the imperial doctor and went to inform the Empress Dowager that he should stop the medicine and let him eat more food.
There was no reply from the Empress Dowager. It was not until the evening that Aunt Ying came over. She said listlessly with a pale face: "The empress said that she should be hung up no matter what and fed with ginseng soup."
Mu Yunhan remained silent. According to her opinion, Yan'er was suffering by living like this, so it was better to let him spend his last days comfortably.
Seeing that she was silent and didn't say much, Aunt Ying turned around and left.
After half an hour, Mu Yunhan was thinking about what to feed Yan'er tomorrow when a group of palace servants rushed in menacingly.