Chapter 39 Darkening They are all alive and well, how can I die...

Ruyi didn't dare to say anything. She just lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, and cried quietly.

When Tang Lin'er saw her like this, she suddenly had a bad premonition and her heart sank.

She struggled to stretch out her hand, using all her remaining strength to grab Ruyi's collar, staring at Ruyi with fear and anxiety in her eyes.

She asked at the top of her lungs: "Where is my child? How is he?"

Ruyi trembled all over, raised her head and looked at Tang Lin'er with tears in her eyes, her lips trembling, but she couldn't speak.

After a long while, she cried and said, "Miss, don't be sad. Your health is important. You are still young. You can have children... you can have more children."

Tang Lin'er's tears burst out like a flood, flowing across her paper-pale cheeks.

She understood better than anyone that this series of torture and suffering had already damaged her foundation.

Although the imperial physician's words were cryptic yesterday, how could she not understand his meaning?

If she really lost this child, she would probably never be able to get pregnant again.

Despair overwhelmed her like a tide, and the grief grew so intense that it almost swallowed her completely.

The bedroom was shrouded in thick darkness, with only a few palace lanterns emitting faint light. The cold light and shadows swayed in the cold wind, shaking on the wall like ghosts.

Tang Lin'er felt as if she was hit by a sledgehammer and burst into tears in agony.

She held her stomach tightly with both hands, her knuckles turned white, and mournful sobs came from her throat, her cries echoing in the silent room.

Ruyi couldn't help but burst into tears.

Her crying was suppressed and sad, intertwined with Tang Lin'er's crying, filled with endless despair.

The two of them cried until they were exhausted. Tang Lin'er suddenly struggled to get up, her eyes determined. In her panic, she didn't even have time to put on her shoes and socks, and ran out the door barefoot.

The cold wind of the night cut her skin like a knife, but she was unaware of it. She stumbled and stumbled all the way, almost falling down several times, and ran desperately to the outside of Wei Zilin's dormitory.

Tang Lin'er fell to her knees with a thump, and her knees hit the cold stone slabs heavily, making a dull sound.

She cried out loudly, "Sanlang, please, please help Lin'er!"

The wailing and sobbing could be heard far away in the silent night, sounding particularly miserable and scaring away the birds perched on the eaves.

Not long after, the door of the bedroom was pushed open with a creaky sound, and Wei Zilin and Lu Yuzhi walked out of the bedroom with frowns on their faces.

The warm atmosphere in the house, with a hint of luxurious fragrance, wafted towards you, forming a sharp contrast with the coldness outside the hall.

Wei Zilin was wearing a single layer of clothing and looked unhappy. Lu Yuzhi held his arm with a look of disdain on her arrogant face.

When Tang Lin'er saw them come out, she cried even more sadly, her tears kept sliding down her cheeks and wetting the ground.

She sobbed and pointed at Lu Yuzhi, crying hoarsely, "It was Lu Yuzhi, she killed our child!"

She cried sadly, as if she had used up her last bit of strength to speak every word.

Lu Yuzhi was immediately annoyed, her eyebrows raised, and a fierce look appeared in her eyes, "Don't slander me! It's your own bad luck that you can't accept the favor of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but you blame me instead, it's so unreasonable!"

"I've never touched you before!" Her sharp and piercing voice was particularly abrupt in the silent night.

When Wei Zilin heard that the child was gone, he frowned and looked at Lu Yuzhi, "You are too arrogant. After all, this is my flesh and blood. How dare you touch it?"

"How dare I? Your Highness, I have never touched her."

Lu Yuzhi's eyes were red with grievance, and she said in a delicate voice: "Your Highness, I didn't have time to tell you just now that I am also pregnant."

"When the imperial physician came to check my pulse during the day, he said that I am pregnant with a boy, your eldest son, the Crown Prince!"

As she spoke, she stroked her belly gently, showing a smug look and looking at Tang Lin'er provocatively.

Upon hearing this, Wei Zilin's anger turned into joy. His originally frowned brows instantly relaxed. He raised the corners of his mouth and looked down at Lu Yuzhi's belly.

He reached out and stroked her still flat belly, his eyes moving around, as if his heart and eyes were filled with only Lu Yuzhi and the baby in her belly.

He tightened Lu Yuzhi's loose collar, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, glanced at Tang Lin'er lying on the ground, and said coldly: "Okay, go back and rest by yourself, don't offend Yuzhi here."

After saying that, he hugged Lu Yuzhi tightly and turned back to the dormitory. Lu Yuzhi smiled sweetly and snuggled into his arms, whispering something intimately in his ear, which made Wei Zilin smile even more.

"Sanlang..."

Tang Lin'er called out in a sad voice, but the only response she got was the door slamming shut.

Despair was like a surging tide, completely drowning her.

Isolated and helpless in the Eastern Palace, the image of the Imperial Noble Consort suddenly flashed through her mind.

As if she had grabbed the last straw, she struggled to her feet, dragging her legs that felt as heavy as lead, and staggered towards the Yiku Palace.

The night grew darker, and thick dark clouds pressed down on the sky above the Yikun Palace like ink, as if foreshadowing an increasingly tragic fate.

The Yikun Palace looked particularly eerie in the darkness, with its gates tightly closed, exuding a chilling air that kept people at a distance.

The imperial concubine who once held great power in the harem has now been demoted to Concubine Zhang and imprisoned here. The front of the door is deserted and desolate, no longer prosperous as before.

Tang Lin'er ran to the front of Yiku Palace, knelt down heavily with a plop, and began to kowtow regardless of the cold and hard floor tiles.

Each strike was made with great force, and the dull sound of the forehead hitting the ground was particularly clear in the silent night, like a cry of despair.

"My queen, please save me, save my child..."

Tang Lin'er was almost speechless, and her hoarse cries echoed in front of the empty palace gate, but they were like a stone falling into the sea, and did not elicit the slightest response.

Time passed slowly in pain. Tang Lin'er didn't know how long she had been knocking her head. Her forehead was already covered in blood. The bright red blood slowly slid down her cheeks and wet the ground in front of her.

She was almost on the verge of collapse, but the obsession in her heart still supported her to kowtow and cry and beg.

However, the gate of Yikun Palace remained closed, with no sign of any response.

The imperial concubine, who was once high and mighty and had the power to call the shots, seemed to have become numb to the sufferings of the world and turned a deaf ear to Tang Lin'er's tragic experience.

Tang Lin'er's eyes gradually became empty, and the only glimmer of hope in her heart was extinguished bit by bit in this long wait and despair.

She finally understood that in this cold and cruel cannibalistic harem, she had nowhere to go and there was no possibility of turning things around...

After Tang Lin'er's pleading in vain in Yiku Palace, she was like a body with its soul taken away, wandering numbly step by step in the long corridor, dazedly searching for her last chance of survival.

Outside the Queen Mother's Palace, the lights were dim, and the light and shadows swayed on the palace walls, attracting Tang Lin'er's eyes.

She walked to the palace gate with difficulty and knelt down with a plop again. This time, her movements were slow and weak, and her knees hit the ground heavily, but she did not feel any pain at all.

"Please, Queen Mother, save me and make the decision for me."

Tang Lin'er cried and sobbed, her eyes were swollen like rotten peaches, and she cried so hard that she almost retched.

However, the only response she received was the tightly closed palace gate and the suffocating silence within.

After a long time, the palace gate slowly opened with a creaky sound, and the nanny beside the empress dowager walked out with small steps.

Tang Lin'er was startled and looked up blankly.

The nanny had a cold expression, with a hint of pity in her eyes, but also a bit of helplessness.

She looked at Tang Lin'er who had collapsed on the ground, and slowly said, "Concubine Shen, the Queen Mother is not feeling well, and has taken medicine and is resting."

She paused, then advised: "You should go back and recuperate. You are still young. Take good care of yourself. You will have children again in the future."

Tang Lin'er felt extremely sad. How could she not hear that this was just a perfunctory dismissal?

Once in this harem, everyone welcomed her with a smile, but now she was in desperate situation and no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

She raised her head and looked at the nanny with lifeless eyes, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The nanny sighed softly, turned around and slowly walked into the palace gate. With a "bang", Tang Lin'er's last hope was completely cut off.

Tang Lin'er got up in a daze and staggered back to her room.

In the room, a dying candle flickered in the cold night wind, and its light and shadow danced wildly on her pale face, like a group of demons with bared fangs and claws, mocking her tragic fate.

She sent Ruyi away and sat blankly on the edge of the couch, staring ahead with empty eyes, her mind blank.

After sitting for a long time, Tang Lin'er slowly stood up, walked to the chest of drawers, opened the door and took out a piece of white silk.

Her movements were mechanical and slow, like a puppet controlled by fate.

She threw the white silk onto the beam and tied a knot into a noose.

Tang Lin'er looked at the noose, there was no fear in her eyes, only endless despair.

Standing in this quiet room, she suddenly smiled.

Perhaps only death can relieve this endless pain.

She slowly put her head into the noose, kicked her feet, and the whole person was suspended in the air...

The pain of suffocation came like a tide, and every second seemed to be infinitely stretched.

In an instant, Wei Zilin's cold and ruthless face, Lu Yuzhi's arrogant look, the imperial concubine's once condescending expression, Shen Xingwan's happy smile, Shen Yunchao's warm and concerned eyes, and Princess Guang'an's spoiled and willful demeanor, all flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Her breathing became increasingly difficult, her lungs felt as if they were being torn apart, her head began to buzz, and everything in front of her eyes gradually became blurry.

However, the strong unwillingness and hatred in her heart grew stronger and stronger like a flame, making her suffer more and more in the pain of dying.

Ruyi outside the door always felt something was wrong.

Her heart tightened and a strong sense of foreboding came over her.

She didn't care about anything else and quickly pushed open the door and rushed into the room. When she saw Tang Lin'er hanging in the air, Ruyi screamed in fear.

Her eyes widened, and almost subconsciously, she rushed forward desperately, holding Tang Lin'er's legs with all her strength.

"Miss! Miss! You can't die!"

Ruyi cried and begged, tears streaming down her face. She hugged her tightly, desperately and helplessly, trying to pull her down.

With Ruyi's desperate efforts, she finally saved the dying Tang Lin'er.

Tang Lin'er collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, as if she had just returned from the gates of hell.

Her eyes were empty and her face was ashen. After a long time, she slowly came back to her senses.

A bone-chilling chill gradually filled her eyes, and she said coldly, "You're right, I can't die."

"They are all still alive and well, how can I die?"

Tang Lin'er looked at Ruyi dimly, her eyes seemed to come from the Netherworld, icy and bone-chilling.

She said word by word, "Go, get me my snowflake arsenic."