[Minecraft: The setting is fictitious, and the right of interpretation rests with the author. This is essentially a group-loving story, with all concessions made for the sake of the children. Don't think too much, just read it for a laugh. If you don't like it, just turn it off; don't force yourself. Thank you.]
"You must protect the prince, otherwise I will bury you all with me!"
A man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, with an imposing and majestic appearance, kept pacing in front of the hall.
From his furrowed brow and clenched hands, one can see the emperor's heavy and anxious heart.
"Don't worry, my prince. The imperial concubine is blessed and will definitely give birth to a son for you." The empress dowager, who was dressed simply and kneeling in front of the incense table, prayed and comforted the emperor.
When the empress dowager heard that the imperial concubine had a difficult delivery, she took off her hairpin, changed her clothes, brought an incense table and knelt in front of the hall so that the Buddha could see her sincerity.
May her grandson be born safely.
The two most distinguished people in the world behaved like this, not to mention the atmosphere in the palace. The attendants in the palace were all on edge, and moved with caution.
I was afraid of angering His Majesty and ending up with no remains left.
The palace maids who wanted to survive also prayed to the Buddha in their hearts for blessings so that the prince could be born safely.
The one she is carrying is the only child she has had in the twenty years since she ascended the throne. Regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, it's the most precious of all.
Suddenly, a figure staggered out and knelt outside the hall.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine is having a difficult labor! If you increase the dosage of the medicine that helps with labor, the prince might be able to give birth. But the prince has been in the Empress's womb for so long, I'm afraid, I'm afraid he'll be stillborn!"
When the old doctor said this, everyone in the hall felt like they were struck by a bolt of lightning.
None of them will survive.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Mingxi felt dizzy and rested his hands on the pillar beam with dragons and phoenixes circling around it.
Heaven, is it really because of his deep sins that he must be childless in this life, even if it is just a daughter!
"Empress Dowager!" With a cry of surprise, the Empress Dowager, who had been trying to remain calm, fainted.
Emperor Mingxi had always been filial, but today he was so grief-stricken that he could no longer care for the Empress Dowager. "See the Empress Dowager's diagnosis. As for the prince, I only want him to be born. Whether he lives or dies... I don't care."
He was silent for a while, not knowing how much grief he had suppressed, before he uttered the last four words.
He wanted nothing more than to see the child with his own eyes.
Wu Zhonghe, who was serving beside him, lowered his head when he saw the emperor's bloodshot eyes. His collar was wet with tears, but he, the chief steward, had no intention of wiping them away.
Wu Zhonghe felt sad for the emperor.
Your Majesty is a wise ruler! However, you have been on the throne for twenty years, and there are three thousand beauties in the harem, but not a single one has good news.
At the beginning, Emperor Mingxi insisted on selecting concubines, seeking medical advice, and even looking for immortals and worshipping Buddhas everywhere.
But it was of no use at all. His Majesty also insisted on not appointing an heir, and the lack of a successor inevitably made the ministers worried.
As one official after another threatened to die in the Golden Palace to protest, His Majesty also became disheartened.
Finally, they agreed to choose an adopted son from the clan. Who would have known that a palace maid sweeping the imperial garden would have such good luck and become pregnant in just one night.
His Majesty was ecstatic and accompanied the child day and night. The palace maid also became a noble concubine because of her son.
His Majesty even promised that if the imperial concubine gave birth to a prince, she would be promoted to queen.
This is not polite at all.
But no one in the court, civil or military, opposed it. Instead, they were all overjoyed and cried for joy.
Who would have thought that this morning, the imperial concubine actually fell in the imperial garden. If it weren't for the prince's kindness, the stone paths in the imperial garden would have been stained red with blood.
Wu Zhonghe cursed the heavens and the earth in his heart. Since he had given His Majesty hope, why didn't the wicked heaven bless the prince to be born safely?
Immersed in warm water, Li Chengyu, who was half asleep, felt a strong squeezing sensation.
From time to time, there were suppressed sobs in my ears.
Li Chengyu really wanted to tell them, stop making noise, I want to sleep.
Suddenly there was a cool breeze, and he seemed to have come out of that warm environment.
In a trance, someone lifted him up high and put him into the silky soft bedding.
But for some reason, the person holding him kept trembling.
He heard a stumbling voice, "Your Majesty, the little prince is, is no longer alive."
When these words came out, everyone's hearts dropped to the floor. Some even collapsed to the ground, but no one paid any attention.
Emperor Mingxi held back his tears, kicked the imperial physician away, and carefully took the swaddling clothes.
The child in front of him had his eyes closed, his body was bruised, and he was as thin as a kitten.
No longer breathing.
Emperor Mingxi's chest kept heaving, and his hands holding the child were shaking.
He thought he had never felt fear in his life.
Who knew that at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to speak.
After a long silence, he called out softly, "My Emperor..."
The sorrowful voice reached Li Chengyu's ears. For some reason, Li Chengyu felt suffocated and breathless after hearing it.
"Ding—obtain a wisp of the Emperor's sorrow, rewarding +7 days of lifespan and immunity to all poisons."
It was not until the mechanical sound rang out that Li Chengyu felt the influx of fresh air.
He moved his fingers.
Emperor Mingxi touched the child's cold face and knew in his heart that the child he had been waiting for for so long had left him.
Emperor Mingxi leaned over, close to the swaddling clothes, his eyes deep.
His children died, and those who had other intentions would also die.
It is his responsibility as a father that the child was not born safely.
My son, wait for your father to send all these people away.
Emperor Mingxi's voice was dry. "Wu Zhonghe, announce the national mourning. Have the eminent monks pray for my son's soul and summon the heirs of the clan to the palace."
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