Chapter 175 The Fourth Prince Dies Young
"Bai'er!" A heart-wrenching voice came out sadly from Yufu Palace.
Su Nanqing sat limply on the ground, holding the Fourth Prince. She pressed her body against his pale little face, her eyes filled with almost insane love. She rocked him slightly and said, "Bai'er, go to sleep. When you wake up, your mother will take you to the courtyard to see the sun and the clouds."
"When you grow up a little bit, your mother will accompany you to catch butterflies and play hide-and-seek."
"When Mother was little, she loved catching butterflies the most. Your grandmother would take Mother along to catch butterflies every day."
As she spoke, tears rolled down her face, wetting her clothes and the Fourth Prince's cold cheeks.
Liu Yuetang slowly squatted down and said with tears in her eyes: "Sister..."
"Shh!" Su Nanqing quickly made a hushed gesture: "Don't disturb Bai'er, look... he's sleeping so well."
Liu Yuetang's tears suddenly fell. What she hated most in her life was the scene of mother and child being separated.
When Aunt Lan died, it took half of Sister Su's life.
Now that the Fourth Prince is gone, she can hardly imagine how she can survive.
Rong Yue stared at the scene in front of her, and couldn't help but think of her own deceased child.
The child who was buried before she even had the chance to see him.
She took her handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then helped Liu Yuetang up.
"Give her some time to accept it."
Liu Yuetang nodded with red eyes.
Su Nanqing sang a lullaby softly, which was the song that Lan had sung since she was a child.
The moon is bright, the wind is calm,
The leaves cover the window lattices,
The cricket chirps.
Like the sound of a harp string,
The piano sounds soft and the tune is pleasant.
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When Xiao Heng stepped into the hall, he saw such a shocking scene.
He paused, his eyes fixed on the fourth prince in the cradle.
The moment the imperial physician at the door saw the emperor's face, he was so frightened that he fell to his knees and trembled, saying, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, please accept my condolences."
These few words nearly made Xiao Heng's heart stop. He staggered and held onto the door frame, staring at the imperial physician on the ground with bloodshot eyes and asked, "Why did the Fourth Prince suddenly become ill?"
Doctor Liu's forehead was already covered in cold sweat. "The Fourth Prince is already weak. Without the protection of his mother, his health is getting worse day by day. Once the palpitations occur... then... then there is no medicine to cure them."
"Waste!" Xiao Heng kicked Doctor Liu.
The rest of the Imperial Physicians, including Dr. Shen and Dr. Si, knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.
"Everyone, go down and receive your punishment!"
With an angry roar, Xiao Heng stepped into the inner hall. He took a deep breath and suppressed all the pain in his throat.
Su Nanqing was still holding the Fourth Prince in a daze, as if there was no one around her.
"Nanqing, let me see Bai'er." Xiao Heng leaned over and wanted to hug the child.
Unexpectedly, Su Nanqing shuddered suddenly, holding the child tightly to her chest, her eyes filled with sorrow and emptiness as she said, "Bai'er is sleeping, we can't wake him up."
Xiao Heng squatted beside her and looked at the child in her arms with her, his throat slowly rolling: "Bai'er will never wake up."
"Impossible!"
"He will! He will definitely wake up!" Su Nanqing seemed to wake up from a dream, and her voice suddenly became sharp.
She stumbled and knelt in the corridor, holding the child. She looked up at the sky and pleaded, "Heaven! I, Su, kneel before the Nine Heavens and kowtow to them. I am willing to sacrifice my life and soul in exchange for my son's return to life. Even if I have to go to the Nine Netherworlds and be cut into pieces, I will gladly accept it!"
After saying that, she kowtowed heavily. Even though her head was broken and bleeding, she didn't feel any pain at all.
Liu Yuetang went forward to persuade her but it was in vain. It was not until she fainted that the Yufu Palace fell into silence.
Xiao Heng held the Fourth Prince in his arms, gently stroking his cold face with his large hands, tears welling up in his eyes.
Even if he controls the world and can control the death of everyone in the world, he cannot control the lives of his loved ones.
In an instant, Yu Fu was filled with sorrow.
A hint of joy flashed across Meipin's eyes beneath the handkerchief.
I really didn't expect that the fourth prince would be so short-lived.
Before she even thought about taking action, she had already gone to see the King of Hell.
This is good. One less child means one less competitor for the position of crown prince.
The fourth prince died three days after the first full moon in the autumn.
After Su Nanqing woke up, she did not shed a single tear until the Fourth Prince was buried.
The heat of July is scorching and the cicadas are gradually dying down.
Su Nanqing slowly arranged the cloak that Lan had held in her arms before her death, and a pair of red tiger-head shoes.
Her white fingertips gently stroked the unfinished gold thread on the tiger-head boots, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Bai'er, it's all your fault that mother didn't give you a good body."
"I wonder if you saw your grandmother over there?"
"It's okay. If you haven't seen him, Mother will take you to see him, okay?"
As she spoke, she picked up the white silk beside her, then stood numbly on the stool, threw the white silk over the beam and tied it into a knot.
The white silk swayed in a sinister arc between the beams. Su Nanqing slowly stood on tiptoe and placed her neck on the white silk.
As her feet dangled in the air, she closed her eyes and raised a quiet smile.
Mother! Bai'er! We will be reunited as a family soon.
With the sound of a stool falling, the door was suddenly opened.
Taxue, who came in, was so frightened by this scene that she rushed forward in two steps and hugged Su Nanqing's legs.
When Su Nanqing was hugged by her, his neck left the white silk and he coughed violently.
"My lady...if you have anything to say, please come down and tell me. Don't let it get to you."
Su Nanqing said in a deep voice: "The people most important to me have left me. What is the meaning of my life in this world? Taxue! Let me go and let me go to see my aunt and Bai'er."
Taxue hugged Su Nanqing's legs tightly, tears welling up in his frightened eyes.
"My Lady! The murderer who murdered my aunt and the Fourth Prince has yet to receive retribution. If you die like this, who will avenge them?"
"If that man hadn't killed my aunt, the Fourth Prince wouldn't have been born prematurely, and he wouldn't have suffered from heart palpitations due to suffocation."
"You are their dearest relative! If you don't avenge them, what qualifications do you have to meet them on the road to the underworld?"
Taxue knew that her master had always been gentle and kind, and she would not listen unless she said harsh words.
Su Nanqing's body froze in mid-air, and Taxue's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.
Yes, the real murderer who killed my aunt and Bai'er is still at large. How can I be worthy of my aunt and Bai'er if I just leave like this?
Seeing that Su Nanqing stopped struggling, Taxue quickly hugged her and sat down.
After a trip around the gates of hell, Su Nanqing's eyes were no longer as gentle and clear as before, but were replaced by bone-chilling coldness and determination.
She stared at something with her eyes wide open, gazing intently, and gnashed her teeth as she said, "Taxue! You're right."
"I will make those who have hurt me pay a heavy price!"
In the past, she did not fight for anything, did not grab anything, and only hoped to live a peaceful life in the palace.
However, what they got in return was the lives of their loved ones.
If she had known this earlier, she should have fought for it since she entered the palace!
Grace, fame, wealth, and status are the only things that can protect yourself and those around you.
It's a pity that she realized it too late.
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