Zhao Zhi, originally the legitimate daughter of the Grand Secretary, had her hidden identities revealed one after another.
She turned out to be Zhao Chunhua, the Eldest Princess of Da Xuan! H...
"Auntie, get up quickly!" Zhang Wan also started crying.
"How I wish my aunt a long and healthy life..."
Inside the palace, Zhang Jun lay on the couch, his face pale and his breathing weak.
"Are Wan'er and Zhizhi here?" she asked Feng Hong weakly beside her.
Feng Hong, her eyes red, replied, "Yes, Empress Dowager."
Upon hearing the Empress Dowager's voice inquiring about her, Zhang Wan quickly lifted the gauze curtain and led Zhao Zhi forward to pay her respects.
Zhang Jun slightly opened his eyes, glanced at the mother and daughter, and then closed them again.
When Zhao Zhi saw the Empress Dowager in this state, she couldn't help but sob.
Zhang Wan glared at her and whispered, "Don't cry."
Zhao Zhi covered her mouth tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing Zhao Zhi's pained and restrained appearance, Feng Hong and Lan Ru couldn't help but shed tears silently.
After a while, Zhang Jun opened his eyes again, glanced outside, and asked weakly, "Where is Yi'er?"
Lanru stepped forward and whispered, "His Majesty went to see the envoy from Yunchao and is already on his way to Kangning Palace."
Before he could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps approached.
Accompanied by a chorus of "Greetings, Your Majesty!", Zhao Yi strode over to Zhang Jun's side.
"Grandmother!" he choked out.
Zhang Wan and Zhao Zhi hurriedly greeted him, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Zhao Yi then noticed that Zhang Wan and Zhao Zhi had also arrived.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhang Jun gestured for Lanru and Fenghong to leave and closed the palace doors.
Zhao Yi knew that the Empress Dowager had something important to give, so he quickly gestured for Zhang Wan and Zhao Zhi to come closer.
Zhang Jun looked at Zhang Wan and instructed her to give him an acupuncture needle.
Zhang Wan couldn't bear it. "Aunt, do you know that after this acupuncture, you might... you might only be able to last an hour at most..."
“An hour,” Zhang Jun said, glancing at the three of them. “That’s enough time for this old woman to explain some old, trivial matters to you.”