The palace servants present could not recall exactly what happened that day.
What they vaguely remember are things that cannot be spoken of; it would be better if they forgot them all.
Of course, only those with poor memories can continue to live in this palace.
Several images still remain in their memories, vaguely revealing the truth of what happened back then.
His Highness the Crown Prince was furious and acted out of treason by brutally beating the Emperor. His blows were so severe that they nearly drew blood, almost to the point of regicide. They couldn't even pull him apart.
The emperor did not fight back, looking utterly devastated and resigned, not even trying to dodge, simply enduring the blow.
They suspected that even if His Highness the Crown Prince really killed someone, the Emperor would not retaliate.
The palace servants were terrified.
If anything happens to the Emperor, none of them will escape; they will all be buried with him.
Fortunately, Chief Eunuch Futai was clever. Seeing that the palace servants couldn't pull them apart, he promptly brought over Prince Shengyu, successfully preventing a patricide.
"Father, Grandfather, please...stop fighting! Waaaaah, Yu'er is scared! Please stop fighting! Yu'er doesn't want you to fight! Mother...and Mother..."
The innocent child's voice finally roused Sheng Changfeng from his irrational state. His pupils dilated, and he stared blankly at the crying baby on the ground.
In that instant, a beam of light opened the black hole in his heart and awakened his memories.
That is—
Sheng Changfeng, like a controlled puppet, lifted his foot and walked towards the little baby, picking him up from the ground.
He looked at his son, who was crying uncontrollably in his arms, gently patted his back, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Yu'er..."
"Don't cry, you'll hurt yourself and your mother will be heartbroken."
Then, as if he had found a reason to convince himself, as if he had given himself a reason to live, he continued.
"Yes, as long as you are well taken care of, your mother will wake up."
Meanwhile, Sheng Jin, who was surrounded and pampered by the palace servants, pushed them all away.
Sheng Jin wiped the blood off his face, got up from the ground, and limped back to Liu Lingxi's bedside.
He seemed to be unable to feel any physical pain, or rather, he could no longer feel any external stimuli.
Even now, he still can't believe that such a vibrant person is about to pass away and never be seen again.
How is that possible?
Just yesterday, she stood on her own chest, proudly declaring that he was only fit to be her dog, and he agreed, panting.
He would be willing to train even a dog, and he even prepared the leash, just waiting for Xi'er to train it herself.
How did that person end up lying here so quietly?
"Xi'er..."
"Waaaaah, Mother..."
"Xi'er..."
"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"
Just as everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of grief, a clear and melodious voice, as if suspended in mid-air, rang out in their ears.
The voice was very faint, yet it seemed to possess a magical power, capable of controlling everyone's emotions.
In an instant, they all fell silent and looked toward the beautiful figure on the bed.
"Mother—"
While the two men were still in a daze, Xiao Yu'er had already quickly climbed onto the bed and snuggled affectionately next to Liu Lingxi.
His chubby little face was covered in tear stains, and his eyes were still glistening with tears, but he was already extremely happy.
"Mother, it's so good that you're awake! You scared me to death!"
"Yu'er thought you didn't want me anymore, Mother~"
The little baby, usually so delicate and clean, who couldn't stand even playing in the mud, is now crying and sniffling, a far cry from his former cleanliness.
But he didn't care whether he was clean or not; all he knew was that his mother had almost died.
Now it's all about the joy of getting what was lost back.
"Yu'er, don't cry, your little face is all dirty. Mother won't abandon you. I still want to see you get married, have children, and grow up well."
Liu Lingxi looked distressed and gently wiped away Sheng Yu's tears with her slender fingers. Her brows furrowed slightly, but her worry did not lessen at all.
She knows her own body well; you could say she's at her last gasp.
She was born this way; she was inherently weak and sickly, a condition she had inherited from her mother's womb.
Later, she lost her health again when she gave birth to Yu'er. Although the imperial physician did not say it, she knew in her heart that she could not have a second child.
Treatment can indeed relieve the pain temporarily, but her body is like a hole; patching one part only makes it leak air elsewhere, and it can't be cured at all.
After being poisoned, she immediately felt her body collapse, but she barely managed to hold on because she didn't want to miss Yu'er's growth.
Fortunately, she was not destined to die; she managed to hold on until this point, which is commendable.
My wish has been fulfilled.
Having been ill for a long time, she became a doctor herself. In her previous life, she had read many medical books. She didn't learn anything else, but she did learn the acupuncture technique to change the pulse, but she never had the opportunity to practice it.
But it came in handy in this life.
It's all about timing and fate.
"Yu'er, go and wash up first. Your mother has something to say to your father. Can we talk later?"
"Uh-huh."
The little girl, Sheng Yu, had already learned to comfort herself. With red eyes and a sniffle, she clenched her little fists and said, "I'm cheering myself up."
"Yu'er wants to come to see Mother clean and tidy. Mother loves me the most."
He was accompanied by palace servants brought by Futai, and the hall quickly quieted down.
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