Chapter 151 An Lingrong 92
Lingrong had indeed woken up. Before she woke up, the emperor was by her side, and as usual, he talked in detail about Huaer's diet, academic achievements, and how long he had slept.
Looking at Lingrong lying there, unconscious, the room was silent for a long time before a deep, nasal male voice suddenly rang out: "Hua'er misses you very much."
"...I miss you too."
The last few words were almost inaudible, and then he immediately changed the subject, a little flustered:
"I chose a name for Hua'er two days ago, Hongyao, which means shining light. Do you like it?"
The room returned to silence as he finished speaking, with only the crisp chirping of birds outside the window.
Yinzhen let go of his hand in disappointment, but was instead held tightly by someone else. "Qingyang Yaoling, Hefeng Rongyu, they are indeed excellent names."
"I like it very much."
Seeing the undisguised joy on the emperor's face, she slowly raised the corners of her mouth: "Your Highness... I miss you too."
Rong Lu, who brought in the medicine, subconsciously exclaimed: "Your Majesty, you are finally awake!? I'll go call the imperial physician right away!" Before she could turn around and run, the servants outside hurried in with the imperial physician on duty in Chengqian Palace.
The huge stone weighing on the hearts of everyone in Chengqian Palace was finally lifted a lot. With An Lingrong's awakening, the once silent palace was injected with life again.
When Hua'er received the news and stumbled over, he saw the room full of people, including servants and imperial doctors, all with joy on their faces at having survived a disaster.
He looked directly at Khan Ama, who was surrounded by the kneeling crowd, and ran over. Following Khan Ama and his mother's tightly clasped hands, he met his mother's gentle and lively eyes: "Hua'er..."
He had never lost his composure since his mother fell ill. This strong little adult, who had never cared about being talked about behind his back as cold-hearted and heartless, had tears in his eyes when he heard the words "Hua'er".
The boy buried his head in his mother's arms and cried silently and wildly. He held his mother tightly with one hand and placed the other hand on his parents' clasped hands. He cried until he fell into a deep sleep.
After a period of chaos, Wen Shichu finally confirmed that Lingrong's physical condition had temporarily stabilized. However, considering that she had been in a coma for three days, had a miscarriage and her pulse was unstable, and was too weak due to grief, she still needed careful recuperation and must not make any more mistakes.
especially……
"I just took your pulse and it seems you're having twins."
If Lingrong were healthy, this would naturally be a happy event. The Emperor, without children, would have found a pair of daughters a wonderful blessing, but with Lingrong's current condition, even the show's most skilled doctor, Master Shichu, wasn't sure.
The emperor lost his composure for only a moment after Ling Rong woke up, and then he maintained his usual imperial majesty. He showed no expression when he heard Wen Shichu say this, but kept fiddling with the beads on his string. After pondering for a long time, he slowly spoke:
"No matter what, I want you to protect the imperial concubine... and the royal heir." He paused after saying this, and seeing Ling Rong was still looking at her, he only said this and sent Wen Shichu to wait outside.
The rest of the people also filed out, and soon only the three of them were left in the room. Oh no, five of them.
Only after everyone had left did Yinzhen realize their awkward relationship. Even if he hadn't meant to, An Bihuai's death was a fact. Although he had comforted himself and Lingrong in his letter, he couldn't bring himself to give the letter to Lingrong, asking her not to blame him.
Speaking of the petition, he remembered that they had another topic to discuss.
The emperor hurriedly stood up and took a letter from the table by the window. "This is the letter you sent home from Lishui two days ago when you were ill."
The letter envelope was sealed tightly, obviously never having been opened.
Lingrong struggled to get up, and the emperor helped her up in a hurry, letting Lingrong half lean on the bed, and then wrapped the sleeping Huaer in clothes and carried her out.
As soon as he went out, he handed the child to the wet nurse. Perhaps because the clothes had the scent of his mother, Hua'er fell into a deep sleep all the way, with tears hanging on his eyelashes.
The emperor and others watched the child go to the side hall, then looked at Wen Shichu: "Just now in the room, I was worried about the imperial concubine and didn't ask in detail. Now I ask you, are you absolutely sure that you can save the three of them, mother and child?"
"I dare not deceive the Majesty. Twins put a greater burden on the mother. Even if the Majesty is in good health, I dare not guarantee that the Majesty's body and the heir will be safe." Wen Shichu said, bowing his head deeply to the ground, feeling very uneasy.
The emperor fiddled with his beads twice, but didn't lose his temper. He watched a crow fly down to the courtyard, pondered for a moment, and then spoke cautiously, "If... I allow you to act as you see fit, then you must prioritize the Imperial Concubine. You must ensure her safety. Don't pay any attention to what others say."
"Your humble servant obeys your order."
After a while, Yinzhen saw that there was no movement inside, and he was still uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed the door open and went in. As soon as he entered, he saw Lingrong holding a thin piece of letter against her chest. She fell on the bed with all her strength drained away, still vomiting blood from her mouth, and her tears seemed to be drying up.
But even so, she suppressed her voice tightly, like a broken bowstring, silently emitting a tearing whine.
"Rong'er! Rong'er!" Yinzhen ran to the bedside in two or three steps and hugged Lingrong into his arms. This action seemed to press a switch in her. An Lingrong tightly grasped the emperor's clothes and finally cried out:
"Your Majesty, I have no father anymore, I have no father anymore!"
Everyone, inside and outside, was moved by the tragic power of these words, and a silent, solemn atmosphere enveloped the room.
"I'm here, I'm here..."
Yinzhen comforted her again and again, but he didn't notice that his voice was already choked with sobs.
He stared at the wall blankly, his thoughts flying away.
Father...
It was too complicated for him.
I only remember that when he really left, I didn't seem as proud as I expected.
He also lost his father a long time ago.
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