Qin Lu brought the medicine box to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother was still sitting on the couch with her eyes closed, resting as usual, holding the Buddhist beads in her hand. She was gently fiddling with the beads. She was muttering something, and it seemed that she was still reciting the sutra, but Qin Lu knew that the Queen Mother could not recite it properly. Since the news of Xu Chengjin's death came, the Queen Mother was deeply shocked. She was a little dazed. If she hadn't had a support in her heart, she would have been bedridden.
Qin Lu came here today just to stabilize this support.
"Your humble servant greets the Queen Mother. I wish you good health!" Just like before, Qin Lu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Queen Mother respectfully.
"Get up," the Queen Mother said slowly, putting down her Buddhist beads. Looking at Qin Lu who was struggling to get up from the ground, the Queen Mother couldn't help but frowned, "Why do you suddenly look so much older?"
Qin Lu thought about the bloody severed finger on the tray. He curled his lips in bitterness and said, "I am already over fifty years old. It is normal for me to look old."
The Queen Mother's eyes wandered over him. As if she understood something, she smiled sarcastically: "You think that if the Xu family falls, it will inevitably involve your Qin family, right?"
"Queen Dowager, I have lived for most of my life, and I am no longer afraid of death," Qin Lu said calmly. He took out the pulse pillow from the medicine box and knelt beside the Queen Dowager to check her pulse. His withered fingers rested on the Queen Dowager's slender wrist. Qin Lu looked up at the Queen Dowager, "Besides, the Xu family has not completely collapsed yet, so I have nothing to be afraid of."
"What do you mean by that?" The Queen Mother was startled, and then she couldn't suppress her ecstasy, "Is it... is it Jinghui..."
"I have come specially to congratulate the Queen Mother. At 3:45 today, Concubine Hui gave birth to the fifth prince. His Majesty was very pleased and named the little prince Mingjun and conferred Concubine Hui as Concubine Hui." At this point, Qin Lu also smiled, but his smile was a little pale and weak. "With this prince, there is hope for the revitalization of the Xu family. I congratulate the Queen Mother!"
"Good! Good!" The Queen Mother was very excited, with tears in her eyes. She had never lost her composure like this in so many years. She wiped away her tears and looked at Qin Lu. When she spoke again, her voice was filled with a bit of gratitude that she couldn't suppress. "Qin Lu, Jing Hui was able to give birth to the little prince smoothly, all thanks to your careful care. Don't worry, I will never treat you unfairly. As for Qin Chong's antidote, I will have someone send it to your house."
"Yes, I thank the Queen Mother for her great kindness!" Qin Lu kowtowed to express his gratitude, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles, tears streaming down his face. For many years, he had been looking forward to hearing the Queen Mother say this, and now the Queen Mother finally opened her mouth, but...
But where is his Chong'er?
How on earth could he rescue his Chong'er?
Qin Lu had never been so desperate before. Even when he was looking at the severed finger on the tray, he had never felt so desperate.
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Prince Rong's Palace.
study.
There was a table full of exquisite food, which was put from hot to cold, but Zhong Mingzheng didn't touch a single bite. He sat alone in front of the window with it wide open, squinting at the heavy snow outside, with no expression on his face.
"Your Highness," Ling Shi'an looked unhappy when he came in. When he looked at Zhong Mingzheng, his expression became even more subtle. He walked slowly to Zhong Mingzheng, lowered his head and whispered, "Your Highness, there is good news from the palace. Concubine Hui gave birth to the fifth prince. His Majesty is overjoyed and named the fifth prince Mingjun. He also named Concubine Hui as Concubine Hui. The ceremony for the canonization..."
“Bang!”
Before Ling Shian could finish his words, Zhong Mingzheng had already swept the small pot of five-needle pine on the windowsill to the ground, and the ground was immediately covered with broken branches and black mud.
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