Madam Song simply shook her head, closed her eyes as if exhausted, and sighed, "I have done my best."
She tried her best not to die, tried her best to wait, but she really had no expectations for the future.
She glanced at Wu Shi again and whispered, "They're still waiting for me."
“Sister…” Madam Wu knew she was referring to the two princesses who died young, and she couldn’t help but feel sad. Unlike Madam Song, she had never given birth in her life and did not understand what it felt like to be a mother, but she did not want to understand it now.
It's too tragic for someone like Song.
Song closed her eyes, but tears streamed down her cheeks. She waved her hand as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she coughed.
"Your Highness!" A palace maid stepped forward to support Madam Song and gently patted her back. Another maid quickly found a pill and fed it to Madam Song. Then she turned to Qian Shengyan and said, "Your Highness, please forgive us, but our Lady... really has no energy left."
Qian Shengyan was also a little sad. She pursed her lips and said in a slightly choked voice, "Let Consort Mao rest well. I will come to see her again in a few days."
After leaving Xianfu Palace, no one spoke for a moment. After a while, Wu suddenly said, "If only she could live a little longer."
Qian Shengyan didn't know whether "she" referred to Ulanara or Song, but in any case, Wu's hopes were ultimately dashed.
On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the sixth year of the Yongzheng Emperor's reign, just after the people of the Forbidden City had finished drinking Laba porridge, news of the Empress's passing arrived.
Then, just as afternoon was approaching, bad news came from Xianfu Palace: Consort Mao, née Song, had also passed away.
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