Chapter 132
He lost all his strength, and the light in his eyes went out completely, like a completely silent deep sea, with no sound left but loneliness and sorrow.
The Empress Dowager, who was standing behind, stepped forward repeatedly upon seeing this, but stopped because of the grief surrounding Song Xuan. Her words were filled with pity and fear: "Xuan'er!"
She thought Xuan'er would be devastated, but she didn't expect him to vomit blood. Her heart was filled with panic.
Xia Zi threw herself beside Song Xuan, repeatedly pleading, "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences. If the Empress were still alive, she wouldn't want to see you like this!!"
"Get out," Song Xuan said, his eyes deep and dark, with traces of blood still on his lips.
His calm tone sent a chill down one's spine.
"Xuan'er..." The Empress Dowager wanted to speak to comfort him, but Song Xuan's gaze made her hair stand on end, and she swallowed the words she was about to say.
She had never seen Xuan'er look so grief-stricken and gloomy before.
Song Xuan stood up from the ground. Ignoring the bloodstains on the bed, he sat down and bent down to pick up the person on the bed.
The Empress Dowager could no longer contain herself. She stepped forward to stop Song Xuan's actions: "No, Xuan'er! I understand your feelings, but Qing Nian is covered in blood, and the bed is also covered in bloodstains. Why don't you have the palace servants clean it up first?"
Song Xuan twitched the corner of his lips and said bluntly, "I ask the Empress Dowager to return to the palace. I will handle my Empress myself."
At this moment, he was like a wounded beast, unapproachable and refusing to let anyone get close.
Upon hearing this, the Empress Dowager's eyes reddened, and she choked up, saying, "Xuan'er, don't be like this. If you keep doing this, Qingnian won't be able to leave peacefully..."
As a mother, she really didn't want to see her son like this.
Song Xuan's expression remained unchanged, his dark eyes were also completely still, without the slightest light.
Xia Zi cautiously spoke up: "Your Majesty, the Empress is very particular about cleanliness. You mustn't let the Empress lie on blood!"
"Yes, Xuan'er, please have the palace servants change the brocade quilt..." the Empress Dowager said softly, her words carrying a pleading tone.
Xuan'er's appearance worried her greatly.
Song Xuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said hoarsely, "Change into the mandarin duck brocade quilt that I wore on my wedding day."
He wanted to leave this world cleanly and peacefully.
After saying that, he bent down to pick up the person on the bed, and the imperial physician Xu, who was kneeling below, looked somewhat flustered.
His Majesty and the Empress are together every day; if they were to come into contact with a corpse, they might discover something amiss...
Just as Song Xuan was about to touch the person on the bed, a series of chaotic footsteps came from outside the hall. The Imperial Astronomical Bureau's Grand Astrologer and Shen Zheng hurried over.
The Imperial Astrologer stepped into the bedchamber and knelt down, shouting, "Your Majesty, the Empress died in childbirth. You are the Son of Heaven, and touching her would disturb her soul!"
"Your Highness, please allow me to light an eternal lamp for Her Majesty the Empress, so that her soul may find peace!"
In the Xuan Kingdom, there is a saying that when a woman dies in childbirth, her soul is disturbed and restless.
Shen Zheng also knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty, Qing Nian has already passed away. I humbly request that you protect her on her final journey."
He arrived in a hurry, and fortunately, he arrived before His Majesty touched the corpse. Originally, he should have just set the bedchamber on fire, but this was the backyard of the palace, and if a fire broke out, it would alert the Embroidered Uniform Guard. The variables were too great, and he dared not gamble.
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