Lu Xiaoyun paused, staring blankly at the pool of blood, recalling that there were bloodstains in this very spot when Zhu Yu was punished.
He knelt for an hour then, not that long.
Lu Yuyan walked past her, glanced at the pool of blood, and his heart sank.
When he examined Consort Duan's pulse last time, he discovered that she also had a severe case of rheumatism, which was probably caused by years of kneeling and copying Buddhist scriptures.
I offered some words of advice and also gave her some medicine.
If you take good care of yourself, you should feel better when the weather changes in the future.
But now, looking at it, it seems his legs are going to be ruined.
Inside the room, Consort Duan lay on the bed, her face as white as paper, blood rolling down from the wound on her forehead, covering half of her face.
Upon seeing Lu Yuyan, Chunfang immediately stepped aside and knelt down before him, pleading, "Mr. Lu, please, you must save the Empress."
Upon seeing Consort Duan's knees bent over, Lu Yuyan knew something was wrong.
"You may all leave. I will do my best."
As the servants went out one after another, when Chunfang saw the "Prince An" standing there in a daze, her heart ached as if it were being cut by a dull knife, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.
The Empress entered the palace at the age of eighteen, gave birth to Prince An at the age of twenty, and was sent to Prince An's residence by imperial decree from the Empress Dowager at the age of forty-three.
She lived in that ruthless palace for a full twenty-five years. Except for the first two years, she lived on the edge for the remaining twenty-three years.
She thought that once she had spoken openly with Prince An, she could live a good life.
But who knew...
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