Gu Jiangli, who was about to reach the pinnacle of her life, was on the brink of death due to a sudden cerebral infarction. The only way to save herself was to follow the Childbirth System to vario...
Consort Yu remained expressionless, but her eyes were filled with sorrow. Fire and smoke surrounded her, yet she did not flee.
"Your Highness Consort Yu! Come out quickly!" the young emperor shouted hoarsely.
He struggled to run towards her, but a hand always held his body down, making it difficult for him to move forward.
Consort Yu stood in the fire, glanced down at the little princess in her arms, and then looked up in the direction of the young emperor.
She raised the corners of her mouth, let out a bitter smile, and silently shed tears.
The young emperor's voice was hoarse. "Your Highness, please come out! I beg you..."
Consort Yu heard this, but did not move her body; she simply kept looking at the young emperor.
Consort Yun's sinister eyes were fixed on Consort Yu's face.
The fire grew larger and larger, and it looked like it was about to engulf Consort Yu, but Consort Yu seemed to feel no pain at all.
Gu Jiangli's heart jumped into his throat.
She could read the emotions in Consort Yu's eyes.
Because at this moment, Consort Yu's expression was exactly the same as the Emperor's when he drank that bowl of yam and hibiscus soup.
Consort Yun smiled smugly, pushed the young emperor next to the prime minister, and had the prime minister imprison him.
She herself carried the little prince and approached the house engulfed in flames step by step.
Only when she got closer did Consort Yu move her eyes to look at her.
"Sister Yufei, is it because you used to be a member of the martial arts world and often took sleeping pills that you were able to wake up?"
Consort Yu stared at her without saying a word.
"It's quite ridiculous, really. Everyone in the palace says that my son isn't close to me, but he only likes to run to your palace, wishing he could recognize you as his mother. My husband isn't close to me either, but he lives here with you every day, wishing he had only you as his concubine."
"They all say that my life as Consort Yun is a joke. I've worked hard all my life but gained nothing. The crown prince will definitely be your son, Consort Yu."
"Although I am a daughter of a wealthy family, I have lost completely to you, a woman from the martial world."
Consort Yun looked proud and arrogant.
"But Consort Yu, I am the real winner."
"You and His Majesty were so loving, but in the end, he turned to ashes along with you."
"What good is it if you have a lot of children? They won't even live to grow up."
“You love my son so much, yet he is the one who set fire to Mingyang Palace.”
Hearing her words, the young emperor roared behind her, "No—! No, Consort Yu! No! Please come out, I can explain to you, I beg you..."
Even after hearing what Consort Yun and the young emperor said, Consort Yu's expression remained unchanged.
Consort Yun grinned maliciously, "Consort Yu, you're scared out of your wits. Well then, to avoid you being lonely on your journey to the underworld, I'd better let your family reunite."
The young emperor understood her words and immediately struggled, crying out, "Mother! What are you doing!"
Gu Jiangli was also extremely nervous. Like the young emperor, she had a general idea of what Consort Yun was going to do.
As an observer, watching these scenes felt like being choked, making it hard for her to breathe.
She couldn't imagine how the young emperor, who was in the situation, would cope with it.
Consort Yun lowered her head, smiled at the baby in her arms, and then looked at Consort Yu, "Don't blame me for being heartless. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for choosing the wrong path."
After saying this, her eyes turned cold and unpredictable. Then she raised her arms and threw them forward with force.
"No—!" With the young emperor's heart-wrenching cry, the baby in Consort Yun's arms brushed past Consort Yu and disappeared into the flames.
A dull thud came from inside the house—the sound of a baby falling into a pile of burnt wood.
Consort Yu turned her head blankly. The flames almost completely obscured her vision, but she still looked around.
In the corner, several princes and princesses were engulfed by the fire, and they were now completely lifeless.
Then he looked at his arms again.
The child was already dead; she was just holding a dead infant.
Consort Yu wept uncontrollably, but gradually began to chuckle.
I don't know if he's laughing at Consort Yun or at himself.
She seemed to have gone mad, laughing incessantly.
The young emperor cried so hard he could hardly breathe, repeatedly begging Consort Yu to escape, and repeatedly pleading with the prime minister and his mother to save him.
But no one present listened to him.
Consort Yu, sitting in the fire, suddenly stopped smiling, raised her disheveled head, and stared blankly in the direction of the young emperor.
The young emperor knelt on the ground, looking at her with teary eyes.
She seemed to have regained her senses; her lips moved, opening and closing.
Consort Yu said something to the young emperor, but he was too far away to hear it clearly.
After saying that, she gave a desperate smile and backed away step by step.
"Your Highness, Consort Yu! What are you doing? No... Come out now!"
Consort Yu's body swayed unsteadily, but her steps were firm and resolute.
She threw herself into the fire and was instantly engulfed by the flames.
The young emperor cried, begged, and shouted, but he still couldn't bring back Consort Yu. He could only make her figure become increasingly blurred by the sea of fire until she completely disappeared.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and not a ray of moonlight could be seen.
The area outside Mingyang Palace became completely silent, with only the crackling sound of the fire.
The young emperor knelt on the ground, his tears seemingly dried up. As he looked at the gradually collapsing houses before him, all his grief had vanished.
Gu Jiangli was shocked by what she saw.
Because the expression of the young emperor now overlaps with that of him twenty years later.
People often become expressionless after experiencing unbearable grief.
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