Chapter 586 Consort Li Leaves the Palace
Du Wanchun took out a property deed from his pocket and handed it to her. "This is a restaurant I bought in the capital a year ago. If you are interested, could you help me look after this restaurant?"
Consort Li looked at the property deed in her hand with surprise. What did she mean by "helping her take care of it"? Did Du Wanchun give the restaurant to her?
Before entering the palace, Consort Li was already a skilled cook, and even in the wealthy Tang family, she would always cook for herself.
Giving her this restaurant would be the best thing ever.
"Wanchun, how can I accept this?" Consort Li said, embarrassed.
Du Wanchun shoved the house deed into her hand, saying, "Mianmian loves your almond milk. If we're not in the capital in the future, she'll have somewhere to go."
Consort Li understood the meaning behind her words, gripped the house deed in her hand, stood up and gave Du Wanchun a deep bow.
Du Wanchun quickly helped her up and said with a smile, "Go ahead, I heard that Lord Liang is already waiting outside the palace."
A blush appeared on Consort Li's fair cheeks. She was only in her early twenties, and her smile made her seem to have returned to her teenage years.
After saying goodbye to her, Du Wanchun got off the carriage.
The carriage slowly drove out of the palace. As she left the palace, Consort Li secretly pulled back the carriage curtain and looked at the palace receding into the distance. She felt inexplicably relieved, as if all the burdens on her shoulders had been lifted in an instant, and she was free.
At this moment, Consort Li gradually understood why the Empress would rather give up her future position as Empress Dowager than return to the palace.
It feels so good to leave the palace.
She smiled, slowly lowered the curtain, and looked ahead, her face full of anticipation for the future.
When the carriage came to a stop in a small alley, Consort Li got off the carriage and looked up to see Lord Liang standing in front of her.
Lord Liang was still a little nervous; he was clearly wearing his shoes on the wrong feet, and the hem of his robe was uneven.
He raised his eyes, cleared his hoarse throat, and slowly said, "In the house in the west of the city, there are your favorite osmanthus flowers and your favorite hibiscus cake. Would you like to come with me?"
Consort Li looked at him, her nose tingling with emotion. She slowly walked forward and remained silent for a long time.
When Lord Liang saw that she did not answer for a long time, his hand trembled slightly, and he felt a sense of emptiness.
Just as he was about to turn away in disappointment, Consort Li suddenly called out to him, "Lord Liang, would you like to ride in my carriage, or do you already have your own carriage ready?"
Lord Liang paused, slowly turned to look at her, his eyes glistening with tears, and a smile playing on his lips. "Of course, you'll ride in my carriage."
Upon hearing this, Consort Li strode toward him.
Lord Liang hugged her tightly.
The two embraced in the deserted alley, their faces filled with joy, yet also with tears in their eyes.
Inside the palace, Du Wanchun returned to her own palace. Just as she entered, a palace maid came to report, "Your Highness, Crown Princess, the Emperor..."
Du Wanchun asked seriously, "What's wrong with His Majesty?"
The palace maid replied in a trembling voice, "His Majesty is dying."
Upon hearing this, Du Wanchun immediately turned to her and instructed, "Go, quickly go and tell His Highness about this."
"Yes," the palace maid replied.
Du Wanchun strode towards the emperor's bedroom.
At this moment, the emperor lay supine on the bed, his eyes lifeless, on the verge of death.
Du Wanchun slowly walked to his side, "Father."
Hearing footsteps, the emperor slightly opened his eyes. "Is that Ruiyuan?"
He can speak again! A final burst of energy before death?!
Du Wanchun closed her eyes slightly and replied, "It's me, Wanchun."
Disappointment appeared on the emperor's face, and then his breathing became rapid, as if he was about to die.
It seems that being able to speak didn't bring him much hope.
Doctor Xu, standing to the side, shook his head and said, "Now even a celestial being can't help."
Du Wanchun looked at the emperor, but she was a little puzzled. According to the medicine she gave him, the emperor should have lived for another five or six days. How could he have died so quickly?
It's unclear whether her medicine was ineffective or his fate was sealed.
The emperor, breathing heavily, said with difficulty to Du Wanchun, "Rui...Yuan...where is he...?"
Du Wanchun interrupted him, "He's on his way."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Ruiyuan and the Third Prince arrived together.
When the emperor saw the Third Prince, he became increasingly breathless.
"You...go away! You...go away!"
The Third Prince strode up to him and said, “Brother, you are seriously ill, so of course I had to come and visit you.”
The emperor's body trembled slightly, then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Doctor Xu quickly came over to take his pulse.
Zhou Ruiyuan walked over and asked, "How is it?"
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