Consort Xian returned to the palace and developed a fever that very day.
Just as Hua Rong had guessed, her palace was constantly filled with imperial physicians for the next few days.
On the third day, she vaguely regained consciousness.
"Help! Help!"
At this time, Consort Xian had lost her former beauty; her eyes were sunken and she had dark circles under her eyes.
In just a few days, she became so thin that she was almost unrecognizable.
Hua Rong sat on the roof of Yanxi Palace, looking at the stars in the sky.
Hearing Consort Xian's voice, he pursed his lips.
She's really lucky; she released those little Nightmare Mosquitoes.
That little thing was something she brought out from that magical misty forest.
Even immortals and gods would inevitably have a nightmare if they were to be ambushed by this little thing.
But it's all for the best. After doing so many evil deeds, dying in her dream is a good thing for her.
"Your Majesty, you're awake! That's wonderful!"
When Consort Xian's personal maid Mengdie walked in, she smiled as soon as she saw that Consort Xian was awake, though tears were still in the corners of her eyes.
Consort Xian grabbed Mengdie: "Quick! Kill this slut under the bed!"
Mengdie felt pain, but more than the pain of being grabbed by Consort Xian, she was afraid of what Consort Xian would say at this moment.
She glanced under Consort Xian's bed and trembled. "Your Majesty, you...you mean Consort Xiang..."
"Nonsense! She is not Consort Xiang! She is just a vile woman! If it weren't for her, my Eighth Princess wouldn't have died!"
Consort Xian's eyes widened, and with her pale, ashen face, she looked exactly like a ghost.
The Virtuous Consort hates the Fragrant Consort!
All she did was trip up Consort Xiang when she was pregnant.
She didn't fall, nor did she miscarry that bastard child, Thirteen.
But she persisted relentlessly!
They even reported it to Emperor Chengqian.
Emperor Chengqian ordered her to be reprimanded.
It made her feel very frustrated during that period.
In the end, she lost her four-month-old baby, the original Eighth Princess!
It's all because of that vile woman, Consort Xiang!
If it weren't for her, she would have had both a son and a daughter long ago!
"Quick! Quick! Kill that bitch!"
Consort Xian had forgotten what she had dreamt about.
But the despair she felt in her dream lingered in her heart.
It's all because of that vile woman, Xiang Fei.
If it weren't for her, how could she have been caught red-handed by Liu Yiyi this time?
Before Mengdie could even speak, Consort Xian's eyes widened.
"There's a spy! There's a spy in Yanxi Palace!"
Consort Xian was very intelligent; even though she was mentally fragile at this moment, it did not prevent her from thinking.
She didn't think that being scared once would lead to anything bad happening to her.
Someone in Yanxi Palace must have done something to her.
Fear had already appeared in Mengdie's eyes.
Why did she think Consort Xian was crazy?
She would never have done this before!
Seeing the virtuous concubine like this, her previous fears no longer mattered.
She pulled a jar directly from under the bed, picked it up, and walked out.
Consort Xian was about to say something, but upon seeing this scene, her expression turned ferocious.
"You bitch! Die, you bitch!"
"Your Highness, you will die a horrible death." The object in the jar spoke in a hoarse voice, like an eighty-year-old woman.
Consort Xian snorted coldly: "Consort Xiang, you vile woman, whether I die a horrible death or not, you won't see it anyway."
After leaving Yanxi Palace, Mengdie headed towards the largest living pool in the palace.
"Your Highness, please don't blame me. I also feel that you are living too hard now. It would be better if you died."
"Yes, it's really too sad to have become this inhuman and ghostly thing for so many years."
When Mengdie heard Xiangfei say that, she also sighed.
Although she was aware that Consort Xian's hatred for Consort Xiang was merely a misplaced anger.
However, as Consort Xian's servant, Mengdie could only consider things from Consort Xian's perspective.
A gust of wind blew by, and Mengdie shivered.
The surrounding sky had completely darkened, and she was holding such a thing; her heart was pounding with fear.
"Consort Xiang, may you be reincarnated soon. Don't worry about Prince Bu Mie, he's doing very well now. Consort Mei and Consort Liu both love him dearly."
Mengdie felt a little guilty when she said that.
Because she knew, or rather, the entire palace knew how despicable Consort Mei and Consort Liu were, and that tormenting the prince had become a habit.
"yes."
Fragrant Concubine was satisfied.
The reason she was willing to live a life of ignominy until now, even with the opportunity to be saved, was because of the Emperor's indestructibility.
Her son.
The son she owes the most to.
Consort Xian was a woman who was very good at finding fault with others.
To be honest, she's quite happy that Consort Xian is letting her die now.
Finally, I can stop living like this, neither human nor ghost.
“That won’t do. Your child doesn’t even know how much his mother has done for him.”
Hua Rong emerged from the shadows, his expression indifferent.
"You...you are..."
Hua Rong raised his hand, and Meng Die immediately fainted.
The jar containing the Fragrant Concubine's human pig was about to fall to the ground when it suddenly changed direction and was caught in Hua Rong's arms.
"You're Consort Mei! No, no, no, you're not Consort Mei! What happened?"
Hua Rong raised an eyebrow, thinking that Consort Xian might want to make Consort Xiang suffer even more.
They didn't pull out her tongue, nor did they deafen her ears.
But they didn't spare the eyes and limbs.
Without her eyesight, she could sense that Hua Rong was not Consort Mei just by looking and hearing.
No wonder the Fragrant Concubine was able to be the most outstanding concubine in the harem.
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