Chapter 1276 What about your child and me?
Although the biting cold and excruciating pain continued to assault Nan Yan's heart, she never fainted. Instead, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the tattered curtain above her head, which was occasionally illuminated by the flashes of lightning outside.
Her face was paler than the cold white light.
After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly twitched unconsciously and her body trembled, as if the last bit of warmth in her body had been drained away.
A sigh sounded in my ears.
She slowly turned her head and saw Doctor Wang from the Imperial Hospital with a sad expression on his face. He shook his head gently, and two young eunuchs stood behind him, each holding a basin of water in their hands.
Inside, it's all red.
Blood red!
Nan Yan trembled again, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Where is my, my, my child?"
Doctor Wang glanced at her and didn't dare to speak.
Nan Yan's heart grew even colder, as if she had fallen into an abyss in an instant. She was so weak that she couldn't even breathe anymore. She could only keep asking with silent breaths, "Where's my child? Where's my child?"
Ran Xiaoyu sat at the head of the bed.
Her eyes were red, even tearful, but she couldn't cry. She just held Nan Yan's hand and said, "My Lady..."
Nan Yan looked up at her: "Xiao Yu, where is my child?"
“…”
"You tell me that my child is okay, my child is still alive."
“…”
"Tell me!"
Ran Xiaoyu was speechless, and tears welled up in her already dry eyes, almost dripping.
She was originally holding Nan Yan's hand, but at this moment, she bent down and simply hugged her in her arms.
But I can't speak.
Nan Yan seemed to have understood something.
She looked at Ran Xiaoyu's distressed eyes in despair, and her trembling hands slowly reached for her lower abdomen. Although there was no time for bulge there, and no time for her to feel a life being nurtured, but now, the departure of that life was so clear.
Her child is gone.
This child left just like that before he even had the chance to be born, see the world, or see his father and mother who had been looking forward to his birth.
And she can't do anything.
Even, they didn't protect the child when he needed it the most!
Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears with the last bit of warmth in her body.
Why?
Why is this happening?
She and Zhu Feng were looking forward to this child so much. They counted the days with their fingers every day, hoping that he would be born, so that their relationship would be more perfect and make up for the regrets of the past.
But why did it end like this?
She cried and shook her head, tears streaming down her face: "I don't want it, I don't want this, my child... I don't want it..."
Just then, there was a clang and the door was pushed open.
Nan Yan raised her head, her eyes full of tears, making it impossible for her to see the figure that appeared at the door after a flash of lightning. However, the people in the room, especially Wang Baizhi, the director of the Imperial Hospital who had just stood up from the bed with a sigh, suddenly turned pale.
Everyone knelt down facing the door.
“Emperor…Emperor…”
Everyone was so frightened that no one could speak clearly.
The heavy rain is still pouring down.
The smell of cold rain suddenly poured into the room filled with the smell of blood, making the already chilly atmosphere even more intense. When the tall figure walked in, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave. Their bodies became stiff and cold, and they dared not move.
Everyone knelt and kowtowed their heads to the ground.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Wang Baizhi finally spoke out.
Nan Yan's tears suddenly fell from her eyes, and she finally saw the person in front of her clearly.
The tall, familiar figure walked in from outside, his body already soaked by the rain, and he exuded an invisible, frightening aura like that of a wild beast.
Wang Baizhi and the others didn't even dare to raise their heads.
He walked in step by step, leaving behind wet footprints. Although he knew it was rain, it gave people the illusion that there was blood with every step.
He said in a deep voice: "Everyone get out."
“…”
Hearing this, everyone hurriedly got up from the ground and fled from the room as if they were running for their lives. There were even shadows swaying outside the door, and some people were looking inside, but no one dared to get close.
He walked all the way to the bed.
There were only two of them left in the room.
The heavy rain outside was even more violent, giving people the illusion that the world was about to collapse.
But the two people facing each other in the room were so quiet that it seemed as if they had stopped breathing.
Nan Yan leaned against the head of the bed, her face was as pale as paper, with traces of tears on it. At this moment, she just sobbed, looking at Zhu Feng standing in front of her, looking at those deep eyes that were without any light or warmth.
"emperor……"
She called out to him.
Her voice was also wet, I don’t know if it was tears or the rain that soaked her whole body.
"emperor……"
She called out to him and slowly reached out, trying to grab his hand.
The hand hanging by his side was dripping with raindrops. Before he even held it, he could feel it was as cold as ice.
But even so, even though both of them were cold, Nan Yan still wanted to hold his hand.
Only he can give me warmth.
Only he can give me comfort.
She looked at him in panic. He was a little far away from her, so she had to straighten up and stretch her hand with all her strength to catch him. Although she was so tired that she was about to faint at any time, she still gritted her teeth and reached out to him.
"Your Majesty, I—"
Just when she was halfway through her words and her fingertips were about to touch his, Zhu Feng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly withdrew his hand.
Nan Yan felt a gust of cold wind on her fingers.
She froze in place.
"emperor……"
"Where are my children?"
In the dark night, a dry, low voice was heard, as if coming from a bottomless abyss.
When Nan Yan heard this, she felt like her heart was stabbed by a knife.
She gritted her teeth in pain and could only look up at him.
"Where are my children?"
He spoke again.
But this sentence is even colder than the previous one.
It turned out that the feeling of the icy temperature in his hand just now was not an illusion.
Nan Yan raised her head, tears silently sliding down her face, making her already pale and thin face look even more haggard. She trembled, but still stretched out her hand to him: "Your Majesty."
At this moment, Zhu Feng took another step forward.
His face was as pale as paper and intact, without a single wound on his body, but his eyes were clearly filled with hurt, as if he was in so much pain that he didn't even have any emotion.
He just lowered his head and looked at Nan Yan coldly.
"What about me and your child?"
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