With a bang, blood rushed from her feet to her head, turning her face red as if it could drip blood. He Qing had never experienced such a rebellious moment before, and now that she was experiencing it for the first time, she couldn't describe the feeling.
It wasn't as terrifying as she'd imagined, but... she relaxed her body, letting the maid help her back to her room. No matter how anxious she was, the rules of etiquette were ingrained in her. In the palace, a breach of etiquette was a serious matter. If she really left like that, she'd probably be arrested before she even saw the emperor.
The maids didn't really want her to leave, so they took their time finding clothes, trying to delay her. If they could wait until Yuping or the two maids came back, they wouldn't have to worry about it, and even if she was punished, it wouldn't be their fault.
He Qing was so anxious, how could he not see that they were stalling for time? He simply pushed them away, picked out his own clothes, hurriedly put them on, and then hurried out the door.
Just as he opened the heavy palace door, before He Qing could take a step, he saw Yuping running back hurriedly in the distance.
While she might have called it a running, the inner palace had rules that prohibited eunuchs from running, and having their robes lifted was unseemly. Even if something serious was going on, it had to be suppressed. So Yuping could only be considered walking quickly, though her steps were unsteady and her expression panicked. It was obvious that something serious had happened and she was rushing back to deliver the news.
He Qing's heart sank suddenly.
She clenched her hand tightly against the door, barely holding her up from sliding to the ground. Even when her nails, which she had carefully maintained, broke, He Qing seemed unaware of it. She just stared straight ahead with her eyes wide open. It looked like she was looking at Yu Ping, but a closer look revealed that her pupils were dilated and her eyes were dull, as if she wasn't taking in anything at all.
"Your Highness!" Yuping walked to the door and saw her. The breath he was holding suddenly ran out and he fell to the ground.
She lay on the white marble floor, her hair disheveled and her eyes slightly red. She looked up at He Qing in embarrassment, tears streaming down her face. "Your Highness, His Majesty has passed away!"
He Qing's whole body trembled, and he still couldn't stand firmly and slid to the ground.
When she guessed what time she had returned to and what was about to happen, she had a strong desire to change what was about to happen and prevent the tragedy from happening again. However, before her blood could be fully stirred, everything had already been settled.
She is late.
Panic, fear, and despair suddenly hit her. He Qing was already ill, and the battle for her body hadn't yet subsided. Then, she heard the terrible news. The turmoil of emotions was so intense that she couldn't bear it anymore. She slipped and fainted.
With the emperor's death, Yu Ping naturally couldn't call in the imperial physician. She had no choice but to boil the medicine from the previous prescription and give it to He Qing.
Long Yu has passed away. Although He Qing is his elder, there is a difference between the emperor and his subjects. He cannot be absent from the subsequent mourning and memorial services. Otherwise, he will definitely give people a reason to criticize him, and his life will only become more difficult. For now, he can only try his best to save the situation.
The two maids still hadn't returned, and several palace maids stood guard at the bedside, their hearts filled with panic. Even the least favored master was still a master, and it was because of her that they could live and work.
At this moment, even though He Qing is cowardly and incompetent, he is still the pillar and backing of everyone.
I don't know who let out a low sob first, and it swept past like a gust of wind, and the whole Fangchen Hall was suddenly filled with wailing sounds.
贺卿见林太后面『色』大变，也跟着踟蹰起来，仿佛吃惊得忘了避嫌，“怎么……竟是真的？”
林太后震惊之下心神失守，『露』了端倪，便也不瞒她，微微点头道，“哀家原本瞧他不错，他们这一支人丁单薄，这一辈更是只得他一个。才十几岁的年纪，上头父母都没了，他以世子之身监国，也做得似模似样。如今袭了爵，更添沉稳，想来能承担得起这江山之重。”
她说到这里神『色』微冷，“但若外间真有这样的流言，只怕有些人的心，太大了。”
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