Chapter 467 The Empress Dowager Really Fell This Time
Wen Li'er's cheeks turned red instantly and she glared at him angrily.
"Your Majesty! You...you are being indecent again!"
Yan Shixu leaned over, accurately captured her lips, and rubbed them together, his breath becoming hot and heavy.
"I can't be serious with Li'er... The doctor said the baby is safe. I... just this once, huh?"
His low and hoarse voice carried a bewitching magic, and his warm breath sprayed on Wen Li'er's sensitive ears, making her body involuntarily soften and collapse in his strong arms.
Yan Shixu chuckled with satisfaction, picked up the person and strode towards the dragon bed.
Wen Li'er became much plumper during pregnancy, and her skin became more radiant and delicate, soft and smooth to the touch, making Yan Shixu unable to let go of her.
He breathed heavily, but his movements were carefully restrained, fearing that he might hurt the fetus in her belly.
This extreme tenderness made Wen Li'er a little unbearable.
She twisted her body unconsciously, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty... are you... not feeling well?!"
Hurry up, she's so anxious.
Yan Shixu's movements froze instantly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
He looked at the woman in his arms, her eyes hazy, her cheeks flushed, and who was teasing him recklessly, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:
"Li'er, you're done!"
Wen Li'er's heart skipped a beat, and she cried out anxiously, "Your Majesty, the child... the child..."
Yan Shixu was so angry with her that he didn't care at all.
"Are you thinking about the child now? You want me to be gentler? Okay..."
He chuckled dangerously, and his thumb, with a burning temperature, pressed hard against her slightly swollen lips.
A hoarse voice sounded in her ear, a seductive whisper.
"...Then here, let me be more careful."
Wen Li'er was so embarrassed that her head was almost smoking. Under his scorching gaze, she finally couldn't resist the surging tide of emotions and uttered a "hmm" as soft as a mosquito's hum.
This response was like a spark that ignited dry wood.
Yan Shixu's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the fire in his eyes became even more intense.
He quickly adjusted his posture, exploring a more suitable angle, and shifted the battlefield.
The bright yellow bed curtains fell silently, isolating a beautiful world.
Inside the tent, suppressed sobs and satisfied gasps intertwined, accompanied by the blushing sound of water, and continued for a long time...
The next day.
Wen Li'er's voice was hoarse and she felt stuffy and could only drink some soup.
The children were very concerned and wanted to call the imperial physician.
Wen Li'er hurriedly stopped him: "No!"
The children were puzzled and asked why the doctor was not consulted when they felt unwell.
Wen Li'er's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she made up a random excuse.
…
However, no one expected it.
The death of Princess Taiping was like the last huge rock that hit the heart of the Empress Dowager.
First, there was five-year-old Jiahe, the little girl who had once sat on her lap and called her "ancestor" in a soft and tender voice, withered away silently.
Next came her granddaughter Taiping, whom she had watched grow up and into whom she had poured countless efforts and favor.
Going back further, the pain of seeing the young die has long been engraved in our hearts.
This time, the backbone that had supported the Empress Dowager throughout her life finally made a heartbreaking sound of breaking.
She really fell down this time.
The once majestic Empress Dowager was now just a withered old man curled up in the depths of the spacious phoenix couch.
Brocade quilts and gorgeous clothes piled on her body could not hide the vitality that was rapidly fading away.
The air was filled with a strong, bitter smell of medicine, as well as a faint hint of decay and failure.
A group of imperial doctors knelt outside the screen, their heads buried low, and beads of sweat on their foreheads fell on the cold gold bricks.
The leading judge, He Yuanpan, spoke in a dry and trembling voice:
"Your Majesty... The Empress Dowager's health... is at the end of its rope... Her heart is failing, her internal organs are damaged... No medicine or medicine can help. She relies entirely on natural life... I'm afraid she won't have more than a month left..."
January.
The haggard empress dowager suddenly heard the words of the imperial physician, her body swayed violently, and she fell onto the embroidered cushion beside the couch.
She held the Empress Dowager's skinny and cold hand tightly, and her eyes were already red.
The coolness in the palm of her hand penetrated into the cracks between her bones, making her heart tremble with cold.
The aunt who had protected me for most of my life...
This time, can I really not hold on any longer?
This thought was like a blunt knife, cutting into her heart, which was already broken by the loss of her daughter.
Yan Shixu, who was standing beside him, suddenly froze, and a bone-chilling chill swept through his body.
One month...
Wen Li'er quickly reached out and held his slightly trembling arm tightly, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
Birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all human beings, but the Empress Dowager has always been in good health.
If the death of Princess Taiping and her daughter hadn't been such a huge blow to her...
She quickly turned her head, wiped the moisture from the corner of her eyes, and ordered Hua Zhan to quickly invite her sister-in-law to the palace!
Hua Zhan obeyed the order.
Not long after, Nangong Ziyun hurried over.
She held her breath and concentrated, her fingertips resting on the Empress Dowager's skinny wrist, carefully feeling the pulse that was so weak that it was almost impossible to detect.
As time passed, her expression became more and more solemn.
Finally, she withdrew her hand and shook her head:
"The Empress Dowager's body has been worn out to the point of exhaustion. I can offer acupuncture to extend her life by three months. But... that's all. There's no other way..."
The hall was dead silent, with only the candlelight dancing silently on the rosewood lampstand.
The light and shadow flickered on the pale and sunken face of the Empress Dowager.
The breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, and every difficult rise and fall was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of the person waiting by the bed.
That night, Yan Shixu dismissed everyone and sat alone quietly beside the Empress Dowager's bed.
He held the skinny and cold hand carefully, his thoughts surging like the tide.
When he was young, his father the emperor disliked him and his mother the queen mother didn't care about him.
When he was little, he learned to remind himself: work hard, be sensible, and make progress.
Within the cold palace walls, he lived on thin ice, taking every step carefully.
I was afraid that if I wasn't careful, I would be silently destroyed in this bottomless vortex.
It’s the Empress Dowager.
Only the Empress Dowager gave him unreserved warmth.
It was she who took him under her wings, gave him meticulous care, taught him step by step how to behave in society, and taught him how to be a king.
It was she who blocked Yang Guifei's plots for him time and time again, allowing him to truly taste the feeling of being cared for and loved for the first time.
The Empress Dowager was his respite in this cold world of power before he met Li'er.
But now...is the Empress Dowager really going to leave him?
The flickering light and shadow of the candlelight appeared in his eyes as a mixture of light and dark.
An irresistible thought pierced into his heart:
It's him! It's all his fault!
It was he who personally cut off the last straw that broke the camel's back!
He shouldn't have been so eager to execute Yan Shishu, shouldn't have ignored the Empress Dowager's old and frail state of mind, and shouldn't have let her face the end of another bloodline after she had just suffered the pain of losing a loved one.
He could wait a little longer... He should wait until the Empress Dowager was able to enjoy her retirement in peace...
The intense regret was like poison ivy wrapped around his heart, almost suffocating him.
Yan Shixu buried his face deeply in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly uncontrollably, and hot tears silently wet his fingers.
In the silent bedroom, the only sounds were his suppressed breathing and the faint, almost inaudible breathing sounds on the couch.
…
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
