Chapter 150 An Lingrong 91
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
After Lingrong fell into a coma, she first had a high fever that wouldn't go away, and then she was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't wake up, often mumbling in her dreams.
They might call out to their parents and children, but most of the time they were thinking of the emperor.
By the third day, the emperor, whose patience had run out, even lost his good attitude towards the empress and concubines who came to visit him.
"I know Your Majesty is worried about Concubine Yi and the heir in her womb, but Your Majesty must take better care of the dragon's health."
Yinzhen was extremely annoyed, but out of consideration for the queen's dignity, he reluctantly nodded: "I understand your feelings, but how can Rong'er bear not waking up day by day?"
"Your Majesty has lost a lot of weight these days. It must be because the imperial kitchen is not doing a good job." Concubine Qi also responded coquettishly, and did not forget to use her good voice and said sweetly: "I have stewed ginseng chicken soup in the palace. It is very nourishing. Your Majesty, why don't you go to me and have some."
"No need." The emperor looked at her hair covered with pearls and jade, and could not help closing his eyes. "If you have nothing to do, please go back to your own palace. The imperial concubine is ill now, so please do not disturb her."
Upon hearing this, Concubine Jing and Concubine Xiang immediately stood up and said, "Yes."
Naturally, the other concubines had no choice but to agree and left Chengqian Palace reluctantly.
The queen also bowed politely. Seeing that the emperor didn't even look at her and just waved his hand casually, she paused slightly, looked deeply at An Lingrong who was seriously ill on the bed, turned around and was about to support Jianqiu and slowly leave.
"Queen, please wait a moment. I have something to discuss with you."
After everyone had left, the emperor looked at Ling Rong, whose face was pale and whose breathing was weak, and remained silent for a long time.
Yixiu could only stand aside and accompany him, wondering why the emperor wanted to keep her.
Could it be that those things... were discovered?
"The Queen..."
The emperor's sudden voice interrupted her thoughts.
"I'm here." Yixiu hurried forward and walked to Yinzhen's side.
The Emperor then turned his attention from Ling Rong to the Empress, his tone even caring: "These past few days, due to the rumors in the palace and the Imperial Concubine's health, you have been quite exhausted."
"This is all my responsibility." The queen was a little flattered and couldn't help but smile.
The emperor raised his hand, and Yixiu understood and put it on his. The two of them held hands tightly, looking like a loving couple.
"Lingrong is now seriously ill. The deputy envoy of the Imperial Observatory has given me an idea." The emperor held Yixiu's hand and instructed in a gentle voice: "This is also the old custom. First prepare the clothing of the Imperial Noble Consort and prepare for the wedding."
The smile on Yixiu's face was like solidified beeswax. She kept thinking about these words, but found that the emperor did not ask her, he was giving an order.
And the queen must obey the emperor's orders.
"Yes, I am heartbroken to see the Imperial Concubine like this. I will take care of this matter when I return to the palace. However, this dynasty has never had an Imperial Concubine..."
"Let's prepare the auspicious attire first. If Lingrong survives, the Imperial Noble Consort will naturally be more cautious. If not..."
The emperor didn't want to say anything more, nor did he want to continue speaking. Yixiu hurriedly bowed and took her leave, leaving the gate of Chengqian Palace like a ghost.
"Tell me, did I do something wrong?"
"Why would your majesty think so?"
"The way the Emperor looks at her frightens me." The Queen walked down the corridor, the warm sunlight unable to penetrate her cold body. "Now, I don't even want her to die like this. Leaving behind a Sixth Prince, she will be even more disgusting than her sister was back then."
Jianqiu quickly advised, "How could that be? Look at how the Emperor favored Mochou Duode back then, but now he has forgotten all about her. Your Majesty, don't worry."
"After she dies, she will be the Imperial Noble Consort. Even the deceased Nian didn't have this honor. I'm afraid that one day the Emperor will love her and make the Sixth Prince the Empress. Then she will be the rightful Empress..."
"Dead people don't count, why should your majesty care about these things?"
"She's lucky! If she could be like Concubine Duan and learn from Zhen Huan, I would be at ease."
Yixiu raised her head and watched a circling crow fly towards Chengqian Palace in the sky. She smiled with emotion, "Even the divine bird is landing in Chengqian Palace. Perhaps Concubine Yi is blessed by heaven and has survived this ordeal."
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"I don't know if she can pull through." Concubine Duan had been staying indoors ever since the rumors began to spread in the palace, and others simply assumed she was trying to avoid getting involved. Concubine Jing and Concubine Hui had come to visit her, but she'd just brushed them off.
Even now that An Lingrong has fallen ill, even though her Qi cultivation skills have reached perfection, she can't help but feel a little anxious.
"She's been in a coma for three days. She can't survive, right?" Jixiang had never heard of anyone who could live a lifetime without food or drink, not to mention that she was pregnant. Wouldn't it be even more dangerous?
"I just hope she can fulfill my wish." Concubine Duan held out her hand and helped Jixiang to the Buddhist hall. This was the place Jixiang had arranged to decorate on the day she sent people to Lishui. Until today, her room, like the Empress Dowager, was gradually filled with sandalwood.
Jixiang helped Concubine Duan stand in front of the Buddha statue and handed the burning incense to her. "Your Majesty is not in good health, why do you have to do such hard work?"
"Just for the sake of the unborn child, let's do our best." Concubine Duan held the incense above her head and bowed three times. She barely recited the Great Compassion Mantra once before she could no longer hold on.
Jixiang hurried forward to support Concubine Duan. A maidservant came in with tea outside the door. Seeing that Jixiang was struggling, she hurried forward to support her: "Your Majesty, be careful."
As he spoke, someone helped Concubine Duan back to bed, and Jixiang also brought in the tea she had left outside.
After feeding Concubine Duan some water and seeing that she had recovered a little, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine, just a little tired." Concubine Duan leaned gently on the bed and said to another palace maid, "Ruyi, thank you for holding me up just now."
"This is all my job, and I don't deserve your thanks, Your Majesty." Ruyi performed the ceremony politely and retreated with a tactful look.
Concubine Duan's eyes followed her as she left until the door opened, then she looked away: "She seems like a completely different person now. No wonder the Queen is willing to use her again."
"Washing isn't an easy job. I heard she suffered a lot when she first started there. Now that she's out of there, she's definitely going to seize the opportunity."
"She works so hard that even I can't find an excuse to send her back." Concubine Duan said, and teasingly said to Jixiang: "It seems that she can do more than you."
"How are we the same as her?" Jixiang curled his lips, tucked the corner of the quilt for Concubine Duan, and then lowered the curtain and left. However, the words left a shadow in his heart.
When he came out and saw Ruyi watering the flowers outside, his face turned unhappy: "What are you doing?"
"I saw that the flowers in the yard were a little dry, so I thought of watering them." Ruyi smiled gently, and seeing that she was still holding the tea tray in her hand, she quickly took it and said, "I'll take care of these. You still have to take care of the queen."
Jixiang let her take the tea tray away. Seeing her honest and easy-to-bully appearance, he felt relieved. "Go take those clothes to the Guangchusi Clothing Warehouse later. From now on, I'll take care of the food and drinks. You just need to take care of the odd jobs."
"I understand." Ruyi nodded obediently, her expression only turning colder after Jixiang left. Concubine Duan was half-dead when the Empress shoved her into the Imperial Household Department and then sent her here. If she hadn't resorted to using the Empress's influence to find a way to get some medicine, how could she have survived until now?
At that time, Jixiang kept calling me sister, but now it seems that the villain is in power.
Thinking of all the suffering she had endured over the years, and how she almost died there, Ruyi silently held the tea tray tightly and stood there for a long time before turning around and going to the tea room.
After a while, he picked up a broom and started sweeping the yard. He still had a dull and gentle face, but he worked diligently and hard.
She looked up inadvertently and seemed to see a shadow flash past the door.
The cicadas' chirping became more and more intense, occasionally interspersed with two unpleasant bird calls.
Ruyi lowered her head and watched the footsteps approaching from afar, then paused and quickened their pace towards her.
"It's almost done here, go clean up the back first."
"OK."
Ruyi walked away as usual, neither fast nor slow, until she disappeared around the corner.
Jixiang opened the door after making sure she was far away: "It's you, why are you here at this time?"
"The imperial concubine has woken up..."
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