Di Jingcheng used his lightness skill to land at the entrance of the Cold Palace. The dark Cold Palace was eerily quiet. He looked up at the roof.
Damn it, where are the bodyguards?
He used his lightness skill to leap over the wall and landed gently in the courtyard of the Cold Palace. There was no light inside, and it was eerily quiet. Was she already asleep?
He slowly walked towards the house. The cold palace seemed much colder than other places. He wondered if she was alright? How was the child?
He walked to the dilapidated window and looked inside. By the moonlight, he could vaguely see a person lying on the bed inside.
He stared at her silently for a while, his face full of longing and affection, but he was afraid that going in would disturb her, and he didn't know how to face her questions.
Half an hour passed, and the person inside remained motionless, which was rather strange. She tends to move around a lot when she sleeps; could it be because she's pregnant?
He had a vague feeling that something was wrong. He walked to the door, gently pushed it open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
The pure white moonlight shone into the room, and reflected off the snow, the room became even clearer and brighter. Even without any lights, the desolate scene before one's eyes was enough to break one's heart.
Di Jingcheng looked at the woman on the bed, dressed in thin clothes, her belly swollen, and half of the tattered quilt beside her lying on the edge of the bed. The woman's face could no longer be described as pale; it had a strange bluish-purple tinge, her chest was no longer rising and falling, and her hands hung limply at her sides.
His eyes were bloodshot, his body was stiff, and his gaze slowly moved downwards. His dirty clothes were stained red with blood, and the ground was covered in a bloody mess, which had already congealed.
Di Jingcheng's mind went blank. He moved mechanically towards the bed with heavy steps. He stumbled and fell to the side of the bed. He reached out and checked Ranla Azi's pulse. It had stopped beating and she was no longer breathing.
Her once soft skin had hardened like ice, her whole body like a thousand-year-old glacier. Her ten-month-old belly didn't look like a normal ten-month pregnancy, but rather like five or six months. She was skin and bones, and it was hard to imagine how she had managed to endure this long despite her long periods of hunger and cold.
However, Di Jingcheng was unaware of all this because of his foolishness and arrogance.
He had clearly arranged for someone to take good care of her in secret, but now, right before his eyes, she has died tragically in the cold palace, along with her unborn child.
His hands trembled, unsure how to touch her. He took off his cloak and draped it over her, trying to warm her. But he found it had no effect. In a panic, he picked her up, her body stiff as a board.
He tried to hold her in his arms, but she could no longer feel any warmth and left forever with her child.
Di Jingcheng sat slumped on the cold bed, holding her body, crying like a child. He was panicked and at a loss, not knowing what to do.
How could this happen? How could this happen? How could this happen?
His Azi, his children, what did he do? He killed them with his own hands.
The moonlight, like water, shone on the two of them. The winter moonlight was always cold and lonely. The wind and snow rushed in, and the two trembling wooden doors collapsed to the ground.
Di Jingcheng gently kissed the woman in his arms, filled with regret and pain. He knew he had made a terrible mistake. He thought that ignoring her in the cold palace was protecting her, but little did he know that it would become her death warrant.
The next day, when Zheng He and his men arrived at the Cold Palace and found the emperor, he saw him sitting blankly on the bed, his hair completely white, holding the body of Consort Zi, muttering to himself.
Repentance, guilt, apology, pain, longing...
Zheng He's second and third sons chased the palace servants out and stood quietly at the door, heads bowed, their eyes slightly moist.
Zheng He'er and Zheng San brought a warm charcoal brazier and a cotton quilt. Di Jingcheng kept wrapping Ranla Azi in the quilt and holding her close to the charcoal brazier, hoping to warm her up.
He sat on the ground, holding Azi's body in his arms to keep her warm, and gently stroking her belly.
"Azi, are you warmer now?" Di Jingcheng asked the person in his arms in a gentle voice. She still kept her beautiful eyes closed, her cheeks were deeply sunken, her face was bluish-purple, and her lips were chapped.
Di Jingcheng lowered his head and kissed her lips, trying to moisten them. Then he gently stroked her face with his cheek, but she was still terrified by his coldness.
"Azi, isn't it warm enough? I'll have them start a fire right away!"
Di Jingcheng raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and roared outside, "Add more firewood! The Imperial Concubine is cold! Hurry up, or none of you will live!"
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, this servant will immediately make it warm and cozy inside."
Zheng He immediately ordered people to bring in charcoal braziers, light candles, seal the windows, and bring in clean, warm quilts to cover the emperor and empress.
Di Jingcheng was flushed from the heat, sweat pouring down his body like water, but A Zi in his arms remained as cold as ice.
His eyes were filled with panic, and he didn't know what to do: "Azi, why are you still so cold? Are you not warm enough? Don't be angry, I'll have them add more!"
"Why aren't you going yet?" Zheng He'er was yelled at and hurriedly ran out to have someone add more people.
Zheng He looked at the shop with a worried expression. He was so hot that he didn't know what to do even standing at the door. As soon as he went in, he could smell the sweat. If this continued, the Empress's body would rot.
well……
Zheng He looked at the emperor muttering to himself inside, carefully stepped over the charcoal brazier, and gently advised him.
"Your Majesty, the Empress is asleep now, and she is still wearing only thin clothes. Would Your Majesty like to give her a bath first?"
Upon hearing Zheng He's words, Emperor Jingcheng raised his head as if possessed and roared, "Hurry up and prepare! The Imperial Concubine loves to look beautiful! Have Qinghe do her makeup!"
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