However, they quickly suppressed their curiosity, as there were more important matters to report to the Emperor, so they hurriedly went to report back to him.
Qin Qianluo watched as the Empress successfully drank the second cup of spiritual spring water, and her face, which was originally as pale as a sheet of paper, gradually became tinged with a rosy hue.
His breathing gradually returned to steady, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. He felt that his mission had been accomplished and it was time to quietly withdraw.
After all, the Empress had overcome numerous difficulties and successfully given birth to twins, bringing this thrilling birthing drama to a perfect close.
As the Prince of Jinrui Zhao, although she was favored by the emperor and held great power, the inner palace was always strictly governed by rules, and as an outsider, it was not appropriate for her to stay here for long.
Just as she gently lifted her skirt and took light steps, about to step out of the threshold, a figure flashed past like a gust of wind.
The head maidservant beside the Empress hurried forward, her face full of urgency and gratitude.
Auntie jogged up to Qin Qianluo, bowed slightly, and stretched out her hands. Her movements were gentle yet conveyed an unyielding determination, blocking Qin Qianluo's path.
Immediately afterwards, the aunt turned around quickly, her eyes flashing like lightning as she winked at the little palace maid waiting outside the door, her voice clear, loud, and respectful.
Yet, his voice held a subtle air of authority as he loudly commanded, "What are you all standing there for? Stop dawdling!"
"Hurry up and move that carved nanmu chair from the storeroom! Be quick and efficient, lest you neglect the Prince! If anything goes wrong, you'll be in for a world of hurt!"
The sound echoed softly in the room, as if carrying an invisible pressure.
In no time, the young palace maid arrived, panting, carrying a chair. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, like dew rolling on a lotus leaf in the morning.
The head maid personally stepped forward, steadily took the chair with both hands, and carefully placed it beside Qin Qianluo as if it were a rare treasure.
Then, the aunt bowed again, bending even lower, her tone full of respect and warmth.
Her gratitude was almost overflowing: "Your Highness, the Empress was able to survive this ordeal entirely thanks to your righteous help."
If it weren't for you, given Her Majesty's difficult situation at the time, who knows how much more suffering she would have endured, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Even though Her Majesty was still lucid and so weak that she could only speak intermittently, she still made a special request to her servants, repeatedly urging them to make sure that the Prince rested here for a while.
The Empress repeatedly emphasized that she would personally thank the Prince for his great kindness upon waking up.
If the prince were to leave like this, and the empress were to wake up and find out, she would likely be so remorseful that she would lose her appetite and feel remorse for a long time.
We humbly request Your Highness to grant her wish and understand the Empress's sincere desire.
After speaking, the aunt's eyes were full of earnestness as she stood quietly, waiting for Qin Qianluo's response.
Qin Qianluo glanced at the blood-soaked interior and couldn't help but twitch her lips. Was she supposed to wait in this situation?
Having navigated the complex and secluded palace for many years, the head maid had honed her skills to be meticulous and insightful, making her a true master among shrewd individuals.
Her peripheral vision was as sharp as a hawk's, instantly catching the most subtle change in Qin Qianluo's expression.
A chill ran down his spine; he knew something was terribly wrong. He immediately understood that King Jinrui Zhao did not wish to stay there any longer.
However, upon recalling the Empress's weak yet unwavering instructions, her brows instantly furrowed into a tight knot.
A layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, its anxious glow flickering like starlight in the dim, flickering candlelight.
Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force, like withered branches devoid of blood.
Her fingernails dug deep into her palms, as if she wanted to tear the fabric apart to ease the panic in her heart.
She stood there somewhat uneasy, her mind racing with countless thoughts colliding like wild horses, and she quickly devised a plan of action.
If I let the prince go so easily, and the Empress wakes up and questions me, my worthless life will be over. No, I must keep the prince here no matter what.
Thinking of this, a chill ran down her spine. In her eyes as she looked at Qin Qianluo, besides deep pleading, there was a hint of despair and helplessness, like the last struggle of a drowning person.
Qin Qianluo slowly raised her eyes again and met the almost desperate pleading gaze of the head aunt. Her heart clenched, and a strong sense of unbearable pity surged into her heart like a tide.
She subconsciously bit her lower lip lightly, her cherry lips turning a faint blush, and then she sighed softly.
He knew perfectly well that if he insisted on leaving, the head maid would surely suffer an undeserved disaster, and might even lose her life.
In this deep palace, the lives of servants are as insignificant as ants, and she really didn't want to harm this poor person in front of her because of her own willfulness.
Left with no other choice, she could only drag her legs, which felt as heavy as if they were being pulled by a thousand pounds and filled with lead, and slowly move to sit down on the carved nanmu chair.
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