So as not to scare Zhu Xianyue.

"I won't blame you."

In comparison, what Li Zhihui has in her heart is the emperor and the eldest prince, which is her small love, while what Zhu Xianyue has in her heart is the Song Dynasty and the people, which is her great love.

In order not to distract him from the battlefield, she would rather endure the pain of pregnancy herself.

"Yue'er, I will immediately make you queen."

Only such a virtuous and helpful wife is qualified to accompany him to a high position.

Zhu Xianyue leaned in the man's arms, thinking that all her efforts these days had finally paid off.

…

Yanxi Palace.

"What?! Concubine Xiang is pregnant?! She gave birth to twins?! The Emperor decreed that she be made Empress?!"

This was a bolt from the blue for Li Zhihui!

Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

She couldn't even hold the baby in her arms.

Fortunately, the palace maid beside him was quick-witted and held the eldest prince in her arms.

This prevented the eldest prince from falling to his death.

But the eldest prince was weak since birth.

Now I am really scared.

His whole body began to tremble violently.

The palace servants did not dare to stop him and immediately reported the matter to Mu Qingshen.

Mu Qingshen was furious and banished Li Zhihui to the cold palace.

And let Zhu Xianyue raise the eldest prince.

Because he was afraid that she would be too tired to raise three children, he dismissed the six concubines.

Zhu Xianyue was the only one left in the harem.

This is unprecedented in the history of the Song Dynasty.

Time flies.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

During these ten years, the country has enjoyed peace and prosperity.

The eldest prince became more and more handsome, and he resembled Mu Qingshen, but he was not as handsome as Mu Qingshen. He had added a bit of femininity and looked like a delicate woman.

Because of her congenital deficiency and weak constitution, she has a kind of sickly beauty.

People call her the sick beauty.

One day, the eldest prince passed by the cold palace and heard Li Zhihui crying inside.

"My son, my son, I am your biological mother. You are the healthy child I carried for ten months and gave birth to. How could that woman have raised you to this sickly state?"

It turned out that Li Zhihui saw the eldest prince's current appearance through the cracks in the stone.

Even though Li Zhihui wasn't an imperial physician, she could tell that the eldest prince was frail and wouldn't live long...

The kingdom of Song Dynasty will eventually fall into the hands of Zhu Xianyue and her son!

She is unwilling to accept it!

Now she only hopes that the eldest prince will remember her as his biological mother and kill Zhu Xianyue for her!

In this way, even if she died, she would not feel lonely!

On the road to the underworld, Zhu Xianyue, I want you to accompany me!

Upon hearing this, the eldest prince bowed deeply to Li Zhihui.

Li Zhihui felt happy, thinking that her words had worked.

However, she didn't expect that this was the first and last time the eldest prince saluted her.

After the eldest prince stood up, he took out a snow-white pill from the sachet he carried with him.

"Mother, this is my son's life-extending elixir. If I give it to you now, it will keep you safe for at least ten years."

"My son really loves me!"

Li Zhihui was overjoyed. He took the life-extending pill and swallowed it whole.

But not long after swallowing it.

He foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the ground.

She died with her eyes open.

Unexpectedly, he was killed by his own son.

The eldest prince is a germaphobe.

He wiped his fingers with a handkerchief and left.

That great gift was the greatest respect he could give to his mother.

He knew that Li Zhihui had almost killed him by falling.

It was also for her own benefit that she didn't want to let the news of his frailty spread.

It nearly cost him his life.

It will be quiet from now on.

His mother was only Zhu Xianyue. And it could only be Zhu Xianyue.

It's getting dark.

The eldest prince coughed three times with every step, and returned to the appearance of a frail and sickly beauty.