Song Yi raised his head from the memorial and rested his head on Jiang Zhili's lower abdomen...

"Zhizhi, father's illness has become more serious."

The medicine that Concubine Zhen and Song Min had given my father had made him terminally ill. Even if a miracle doctor came, he would be helpless and could only let my father live a little longer.

Now the time is almost up, and the entire Imperial Hospital and the miracle doctors are powerless to save the patient.

Jiang Zhili reached out and touched the man's long black hair.

She said soothingly, "You should have been prepared for His Majesty's illness. Please take advantage of the time to spend more time with His Majesty."

Song Yi smelled the sweet fragrance coming from his nose and felt at peace.

He nodded and said, "After I finish dealing with these memorials, I will go see the emperor."

He didn't have a deep affection for his father, but he had some understanding of birth, old age, sickness and death. He thought that he and Zhizhi must grow old together...

Half an hour later, Song Yi finished revising the memorial and went to the emperor's palace with Jiang Zhili.

The emperor was already terminally ill at this time, and was rarely awake every day. Now he even squinted his eyes slightly, looking like he was breathing out more than breathing in.

The queen wiped her tears and handed the bright yellow imperial edict to Song Yi.

"This is the edict dictated by His Majesty while he was conscious."

Song Yi took the imperial edict, went to the dragon bed to look at the emperor, and whispered a few words to him.

After a while, he sent palace servants to the Imperial Hospital, and ordered people to bring the court officials into the palace. The concubines in the harem also came one after another.

The whole palace was filled with depression.

The concubines were kneeling in the hall and had already begun to cry softly, while the ministers were kneeling outside the hall.

Song Yi went outside the hall.

Jiang Zhili knelt down, she knelt in the front, the second princess knelt beside her, and the queen who was originally guarding the dragon bed and wiping her tears came over.

The Queen helped Jiang Zhili up and said, "Go sit on that chair. We don't need you here for the time being."

This is the Third Prince’s sweetheart, she must not be tired.

Jiang Zhili was not polite. She thanked the queen and followed Eunuch Deng to the chair in the corner to wait.

There were imperial physicians gathered in a circle around the dragon bed, as well as the genius doctor invited by Song Yi.

Everyone knelt for the entire night, and at dawn, the eunuch's shrill voice was finally heard.

"His Majesty has passed away—"

What followed was a cry of grief and sorrow across the country.

The emperor's funeral lasted for more than a month. Song Yi was very busy during this month, and Jiang Zhili was completely free. When she was in mourning, Song Yi just let her pretend to do so.

Now she is the biggest one in the entire harem. The queen and the second princess are both Buddhist and very kind to her. She lives a very comfortable life.

Jiang Shan has been staying in the palace for some time. When he has nothing to do, he will ask Jiang Zhili to accompany him to fish and eat hot pot in Song Yi's palace.

Although the emperor's mourning period had not yet ended, Song Yi let Jiang Zhili act up. He simply didn't have time to accompany her during this period. As long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.

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Time quickly passed and three months later, Jiang Zhili was already three months pregnant.

Song Yi also successfully ascended the throne, Jiang Zhili became the queen from the imperial concubine, and Jiang Shan was finally driven out of the palace.

These days, Jiang Shan came to the palace to look for her every day, which was really suffocating. She simply asked Song Yi to find something for Jiang Shan to do so that he would not stay in the palace.

That day, Song Yi returned from the imperial study.

It was already a cold winter day, but there was a floor heating and charcoal fire burning in the hall, making the whole hall warm as spring. Jiang Zhili was sitting on the chaise longue, sipping flower tea in small sips.

On the small table were the red plums picked by Song Yiqing that morning, looking gorgeous and tempting. Linglong squatted by the stove, roasting sweet potatoes for her.

As soon as Song Yi entered the hall, he saw the beauty drinking tea. He swept his dark eyes over her body, and after making sure that everything was fine, he strode to the imperial concubine's couch.

"Baby, are you good today?" He held the beauty on the couch in his arms, and smelling the fragrance on her body, his original fatigue was swept away, and replaced by a feeling of happiness.

Jiang Zhili glared at the man: "You haven't even formed yet, how can you be obedient?"

Ever since the imperial physician diagnosed her with pregnancy, the man became very nervous. He would send a hundred or eighty people to follow her whenever she left the palace, for fear that something might happen to her.

Seeing her so energetic, Song Yi immediately became interested.

He played with the long hair of the woman in his arms, sighing, "I've been so exhausted from official duties lately. It would be great if someone could help me relieve my fatigue."

Jiang Zhili thought about how the man held her hand last night and did shameless things to her, and now he was saying such words. She could tell what the man was thinking with her toes.

She waved at Linglong, who was squatting by the stove, signaling her to leave.

After Linglong left, she snorted, "Two hundred thousand bowls of smoothies, in exchange for one."

Song Yi paused and coughed lightly: "Forget it, black-hearted merchant, it's better not to have it."

The pregnant woman liked to stay cool, so she had a bowl of smoothie yesterday. Even if he suffocated to death, he would not let her eat it today.

Jiang Zhili caressed Song Yi's chest with her bare hands and sighed softly, "Forget it then. Your Majesty, please return. I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today and I really can't stay with you."

These words are clearly meant to drive people away.

Song Yi: “…”

A moment later.

Eunuch Deng, who was guarding the palace gate, saw Song Yi coming out with a gloomy face.

He quickly lowered his head.

Ever since the Empress became pregnant, her temper has become even worse, and this is not the first time that His Majesty has been kicked out of the palace.

The cold wind was blowing, and Song Yi felt helpless.

It is really difficult to have a bad wife at home.

The next moment, the door curtain was lifted, and he was delighted, thinking that Jiang Zhili had changed his mind.

Song Yi only felt a red flash before his eyes, and a handful of red plums hit his chest. He subconsciously caught the red plums.

"Take your flowers and leave quickly!" Jiang Zhili's arrogant voice came out.

Eunuch Deng buried his head even lower, fearing that he would be affected.

Song Yi's face darkened completely. He looked at the door curtain that had been lowered again, snorted coldly, and walked towards the imperial study.

At this moment, light snow was falling in the air, and his lonely figure looked particularly desolate in the cold wind.

Just go away, if you come again he is a dog!

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It was just getting dark.

Song Yi then staggered into the hall entrance. Seeing him approach, Eunuch Deng quickly whispered, "The hall door is locked. If Your Majesty wishes to enter, you must go through the window..."

It was a common occurrence for the emperor to enter the palace through the window. If this were told to others, no one would dare to believe it. But this happened twice this month.

But the emperor is not angry at all and just likes to go through this window!

Song Yi nodded slightly and walked towards the window with his hands behind his back.

Eunuch Deng saw that he was holding a bunch of red plum blossoms in his hands behind his back, which were very beautiful and obviously not the one he had in the morning.

Song Yi walked to the window. The candlelight in the hall was dim, and he thought that everyone had gone to bed.

Ever since Zhizhi became pregnant, she has become a little sleepy.

He opened the window and walked in. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Zhili, dressed in a middle-aged shirt, sitting by the bed, looking at him with a half-smile...