She turned her head and looked at the eunuch behind her.
"Didn't we tell you to go and invite the Emperor? Why hasn't anything happened yet?"
"Your Majesty, the people from the Hall of Mental Cultivation say that His Majesty is in a fit of rage and has ordered that no one be allowed to enter the palace, or they will be killed without mercy."
The eunuch beside him was sweating profusely with anxiety.
Consort Shu snorted coldly: "His Majesty must be after that little vixen hiding in the Hall of Mental Cultivation again!"
“Every time my son gets into trouble, that little vixen will find an opportunity to cause trouble and block the Emperor’s path!”
"One day I will make her know what it means to be unable to live and what it means to be unable to die! My son is the Crown Prince personally appointed by His Majesty, and the position of Empress can only belong to me!"
"What makes that little vixen, who doesn't even have a child, compare to me?"
"What do you all think?" She looked up at the group of palace maids and eunuchs in front of her, gently touching the kingfisher feather hairpins in her hair, her nail polish gleaming red in the candlelight.
"Your Majesty, you are absolutely right!" The group of people quickly bowed their heads.
Consort Shu: "Boring!"
"Cough cough cough." A coughing sound suddenly came from the bed.
Consort Shu rushed over and stroked her son's cheek, her eyes filled with tears.
"Child, what exactly happened? What did you see before you lost consciousness? Did you feel unwell after waking up?"
"Those quack doctors said you were perfectly healthy, but why do you look so pale?"
"Water, water..."
"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and bring a bowl of warm water!"
After a period of chaos and turmoil, Consort Shu sat beside the bed, watching her son drink water with great satisfaction.
"It seems those people were right, there really isn't anything seriously wrong with your body."
However, the prince on the bed shook his head. He held tightly to his mother's clothes, hesitant to speak.
"You've all served me for so long, you may all leave now. I want to have a good heart-to-heart talk with my son," Consort Shu said calmly.
The group then withdrew.
"Mother, you must believe me!" The Crown Prince weakly propped himself up, his white undergarment soaked with cold sweat. He said, word by word, "I have been reborn. In my previous life, Father Emperor killed me with his own hands!"
Clang.
The porcelain bowl in Consort Shu's hand fell onto the brocade quilt, and the soup in the bowl spilled onto the satin, spreading out in a dark color.
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