Riding a horse is much faster than riding a carriage, so the entire caravan sped up to keep up with Yu Jingchen's pace. As for Yu Jingchen... he was too busy showing affection to Consort Shu.
Along the way, whenever Consort Shu saw something new or interesting, she would ask a few questions, and His Majesty would explain it to her for a long time, or even stop and personally take her to see it.
Now, seeing this situation, these ministers have become accustomed to it. They know nothing else about this spring hunt except that Consort Shu is favored. Let's just say that in the future, it's best not to provoke anyone if possible. And judging from His Majesty's attitude, Consort Shu may soon no longer be Consort Shu.
As dusk approached, Yu Jingchen noticed that Nan Zhiyun was tired after traveling all day, so he took her back to the carriage. They had already arrived in the capital and would soon be able to return to the palace.
However… just after returning to the palace, bad news arrived: Consort De had been poisoned, and her condition was critical. Nan Zhiyun, who had been somewhat drowsy, instantly woke up upon hearing this news.
"What happened?" Yu Jingchen hadn't expected this turn of events.
"It was the eldest princess who poisoned it... Consort De didn't suspect anything, so..." The person who came was also very nervous.
Yu Jingchen frowned slightly. The eldest princess poisoned Consort De? This was something that had never happened before, neither in the first nor the second life.
"What's the situation now?" Yu Jingchen asked again.
"The imperial physician said the situation is not good, and the Consort De is probably..." Although the person did not finish speaking, the implication was clear.
"I understand. You may leave." Yu Jingchen said without any further comment.
"Your Majesty?" Nan Zhiyun called out.
"After you return to the palace, go back to He'an Palace by yourself first. I'll go check on things and then come over later." Yu Jingchen didn't intend for Nan Zhiyun to come with him.
"Yes," Nan Zhiyun replied, knowing she shouldn't cause trouble at this time.
After returning to the palace, Yu Jingchen arranged for someone to send Nan Zhiyun back to He'an Palace, while he himself went to Yu Ling Palace.
Almost all the imperial physicians had arrived, including Yan Qing. Upon seeing Yu Jingchen approach, Yan Qing immediately knelt down.
"Your Majesty!" Yan Qing knelt at Yu Jingchen's feet and grabbed his clothes.
"Your Majesty, I beg you, please save Consort De! She cannot be harmed! Your Majesty! I beg you!" This was probably the first time Yan Qing had ever pleaded with someone.
Yu Jingchen frowned slightly, but said nothing. He simply looked at the imperial physician and asked, "How is the condition?"
"Your Majesty, we are powerless. Consort De is poisoned too deeply; the poison has already penetrated her lungs and internal organs. We are truly helpless," the imperial physician said. Upon hearing this, Yan Qing felt as if the sky had fallen.
She could barely stand up, and she scrambled to Consort De's side: "Yingyue..." Yan Qing grasped Consort De's hand. Consort De's original name was Lu Yingyue.
"Is there really no other way?" Yu Jingchen asked.
"Your Majesty, please forgive us!" The imperial physicians all knelt on the ground, which made it very clear.
“Yingyue…” Yan Qing hugged Lu Yingyue.
"You're all I have left, you're all I have left, you can't leave... you can't leave me alone..." Yan Qing's face was covered in tears, completely losing her usual composed demeanor.
"I beg you, wake up, look at me..." Yan Qing completely lost her composure as she held Lu Yingyue in her arms, but Consort De showed no reaction whatsoever, and her body gradually grew cold and stiff.
"The person is no longer here," Yu Jingchen said indifferently.
"No...no, Yingyue...Yingyue, please wake up...I really only have you left." Yan Qing seemed unable to hear anyone's words, lost in her own thoughts.
"I'm sorry... I failed to protect you. I'm sorry. Please get up... please get up..." Yan Qing said to Consort De's corpse over and over again.
"Why are you so cold? Let me warm you up... Let me help you..." Yan Qing held Lu Yingyue's hands.
However, perhaps due to his own physical exhaustion, he was unable to hold onto Consort De, who collapsed onto the bed, her hands falling limply.
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