Perhaps God thought Jing Heng was too young, and before New Year's Eve, Zhao Yuancheng's body gradually recovered, but none of the imperial doctors dared to slack off.

Check your pulse three times a day, and never fail.

Time flies, year after year.

The peonies in front of Fengyi Palace bloomed and faded, and then bloomed again, and the children's tender voices gradually became clear.

Spring, the eleventh year of Chongli.

The eldest princess married into the Wu tribe in the northern border. In the winter of the same year, Zhao Yuancheng's illness relapsed.

This time the disease was so severe that it was about to collapse. The imperial doctors served at the emperor's bedside day and night, but every time Qin Zhaochuan saw Fu Qianyu, he just shook his head.

At that time, Concubine Lian was already a noble concubine, and Concubine Hui was promoted to a concubine half a year ago. Seeing that the emperor was in a bad situation, the two of them hurried to Fengyi Palace overnight to discuss important matters.

"Your Majesty, seeing the Emperor's state, should we instruct the Imperial Court to prepare?"

Fu Qianyu sighed, her face solemn. "Two years ago, the Imperial Palace Bureau had already prepared the funeral supplies, as a way to bring good luck. I won't hide it from you, my sisters. Imperial Physician Qin once told me privately that the Emperor might be dying, and it's still unknown whether he can make it to the beginning of next spring."

Huipin's eyes suddenly darkened, and Concubine Lian also sighed, but they all knew that birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all human beings.

What's more, the emperor's health was not good to begin with, and it was a miracle that he could hold on until today.

"What about the Queen Mother?" Huipin asked in a low voice.

"The Empress Dowager isn't feeling well either, but she's in good spirits." Fu Qianyu held the teacup and said solemnly, "No matter what, the Emperor's health is paramount. During this time, you two sisters must keep the palace servants in check and make sure they don't cause any trouble that might upset the Emperor."

Imperial Concubine Lian nodded: "I understand. Your Majesty has become quite haggard from taking care of the Emperor during this period. Please take care of yourself."

But just as she finished her words, Peirong walked in with a nervous look on her face, "Your Majesty, word just came from Zichen Palace that the Emperor vomited blood!"

The three were shocked and hurried towards the Zichen Palace.

At that time, all the concubines were kneeling at the door, their crying making a very annoying noise. Seeing this, Fu Qianyu could not help but scold them, "The Emperor is still here, why are you crying? Get out of here, or he will be upset by what you hear."

Concubine Lian winked at everyone, and then they staggered out of the Zichen Palace.

The ten-year-old prince came out of the house and bowed respectfully to his mother. "Mother, my father has woken up and is looking for you."

Fu Qianyu patted her son's shoulder and said softly, "Good boy, take your brothers and sisters and take good care of your father."

The prince's eyes were red, and he held back his tears as he said, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I and my brothers will always protect you and Father."

After hearing this, Concubine Lian couldn't help crying, and Concubine Hui reached out and hugged the child and walked out.

When Fu Qianyu entered, she was the only one in the bedroom. Zhao Yuancheng was leaning on the couch in his pajamas. He was not yet forty years old, but half of his hair was already white.

His once handsome face is now terribly thin.

When Zhao Yuancheng saw Fu Qianyu coming, he forced a smile on his dry lips and asked, "Have I aged a lot?"

Fu Qianyu sat down next to the bed, holding the emperor's hand tightly, and smiled gently: "No, the emperor looks the same as before."

"You don't have to coax me. I know my body well. I'm afraid I can't make it."

Looking at the person in front of her, Fu Qianyu couldn't help feeling sad. Her eyes turned red and she choked with sobs, "Don't talk nonsense. The imperial physician said that as long as you take the medicine well, you will recover as before."

Zhao Yuancheng shook his head: "If it doesn't work out, it won't work out. But fortunately, the country is stable now, and there is peace everywhere. I have Prime Minister Zhang at home, and your brother and Prince Gong outside. Even if I go now, I can rest assured."

"Your Majesty, could you please spend more time with me?"

Fu Qianyu's eyes were filled with tears. At this moment, she was reluctant to let Zhao Yuancheng leave. They had been together for more than ten years. Even though she had never truly loved the emperor, the connection between them made her unable to let go.

Zhao Yuancheng raised his hand and stroked Fu Qianyu's cheek. The touch of his fingertips was just like the year she entered the palace. "When I first met you, you were sitting under the peach tree playing the zither. When you turned around and smiled, it was as if the peach blossoms had lost their original color. That scene, I will never forget."

Fu Qianyu sobbed, "I've caused you a lot of trouble since I entered the palace. I even took advantage of your favor to provoke Imperial Noble Consort Anshun. If it weren't for your protection, I wouldn't be where I am today. If you leave, there will be no one to protect me."

Zhao Yuancheng smiled, "My son is grown up now, he will protect you for me."

Fu Qianyu burst into tears. Zhao Yuancheng raised his hand and wiped the tears from her face with difficulty. He instructed her, "I have already written a secret decree. When the new emperor ascends the throne, the Grand Empress Dowager will assist in the administration. You should not interfere in any government affairs. Just be your Empress Dowager."

"I know, I know everything!" Fu Qianyu burst into tears. She understood very well that Zhao Yuancheng's decision to not let her get involved in government affairs was simply a disguised way of protecting her.

"Princess Xian, let her leave the palace after I die."

"Yes, I've made note of it."

The wind blew the windows open.

Zhao Yuancheng tilted his head to look out the window and murmured, "It looks like it's going to snow."

Fu Qianyu nodded: "At this time of year in previous years, the second snowfall would have already begun."

"It's wonderful! Spring is coming after the snow." Zhao Yuancheng pointed to the pipa not far away and said, "Yu'er, play another song for me."

"What does Yuanlang want to hear?" Fu Qianyu wiped her tears, took the pipa, tuned the strings, and asked Zhao Yuancheng with a smile.

Zhao Yuancheng smiled: "All good."

Fu Qianyu nodded, raised her hand and silently plucked the strings of the zither. The melody of "Three Variations on Plum Blossoms" slowly flowed out. In the sound of the zither, Zhao Yuancheng gradually closed his eyes.

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