Consort Liang's gaze fell on Ying Ziyu. The little guy's eyes were bright and watery, and he was very endearing.

She murmured to herself, "Xiaoyu, grow up healthy."

The little guy babbled, as if giving an answer.

Consort Liang smiled and said, "What a clever child. Luckily you're alright."

The little one babbled again, as if saying thank you.

Looking at the mother and son, Consort Liang's eyes reddened. "It's so good. I wish Xiao Liu could be this ordinary."

Thinking of Xiao Liu, who suffered so much in the deep palace, Consort Liang couldn't help but cry, tears streaming down her face.

She used to be able to hold him in her arms and make him happy.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled! I also want to be there for Xiao Liu as he grows up, to hear him call me 'Mother,' to make clothes for him..."

Consort Liang wept uncontrollably.

After crying for a while, Consort Liang calmed down a bit.

"Unfortunately, there probably won't be another chance."

The withered and pale hand rose, but just as it was about to touch Ying Ziyu's cheek, it seemed to lose all its strength and fell back down.

Consort Liang closed her eyes.

Feeling the increasingly faint breathing, Xia Wuqie lowered his head even further.

Watching a patient lose their life before their eyes is an immense torment for a doctor.

Put me down! Put me down!

The usually quiet little one suddenly started to make a fuss, reaching out his little hands towards Liangfei.

Although Consort Shu did not understand why the little guy was like this, seeing how anxious he was, she still put him down.

The little one crawled to the edge of the bed and reached out his pink little hand to hold Liangfei's hand.

A faint glow could be seen emanating from Ying Ziyu's body and settling on Consort Shu.

As the faint glow faded, Consort Liang's body began to undergo a dramatic transformation.

His withered hands began to regain their luster, his pale skin slowly regained its color, and even his breath, which was so weak it was almost nonexistent, gradually became steady.

Aunt Liang is a good person; she should die peacefully in her sleep, not now!

The little guy blinked his big eyes and looked at Consort Liang.

Sensing the change, Xia Wuqie was shocked. "His breathing has actually returned to normal?!"

He quickly stepped forward and began to take Consort Liang's pulse.

A moment later, his expression was one of shock. "His pulse is normal! To recover from such severe damage is nothing short of a miracle! A miracle indeed!"

Upon hearing this, Liu'er burst into tears, "Your Majesty!"

Consort Shu was also shocked by this scene.

After calming down for a moment, Xia Wuqie looked at Ying Ziyu and asked, "Did the young master do this?"

The little guy babbled.

It's me! It's me!

Consort Shu's eyes changed, and she quickly picked up the little one, "How could that be? Yu'er is still a child! It's clearly your medicine that has a miraculous effect!"

Xia Wuqie was taken aback. "Me?"

I haven't even gotten my medication yet.

Consort Shu looked at him and said, "You know how much the news of curing the terminally ill concubine would enhance your reputation, don't you?"

Xia Wuqie hesitated for a moment, "That may be true, but I don't want to steal credit from others!"

Consort Shu looked at the little boy and said, "He will thank you. Just pretend this never happened. Consider it a favor I owe you!"

Xia Wuqie looked at the little guy, then at Consort Shu, and finally agreed, "Understood!"

If Ying Ziyu's skill were to become known, it would surely cause a huge uproar.

This may not be a good thing for him.

[Mommy, aren't I amazing?]

The little guy met Consort Shu's gaze, looking for praise.

Consort Shu's feelings were complicated.

You're so amazing, should your mother be happy or worried?