Yanxi Palace.

The cry of a newborn baby broke the breathtaking silence in Yanxi Palace.

An eunuch quietly walked in and whispered a few words in the ear of the Eldest Prince.

The Eldest Prince was full of worries, staring at Meng Guifei on the bed and Emperor Yongjia who was sitting motionless beside the bed. How could he care about Yang Gongren whose face had already blurred?

It didn’t matter if she died, as long as the child was safe.

Jing’an Gōngzhǔ fainted and was revived by the imperial physician with acupuncture. She was also guarding in the bedroom at this time. Hearing a few words in her ear, he couldn’t help but whisper: “Brother, is there something wrong?”

The Eldest Prince quickly glanced at the back of Emperor Yongjia and whispered: “The child was born safely, it’s a boy. Yang Gongren died of dystocia.”

Jing’an Gōngzhǔ had been raised in luxury since she was a child, like a flower in a greenhouse, and had never experienced life and death. Hearing that a woman she had met several times and was quite familiar with had died, Jing’an Gōngzhǔ could not help but exclaim.

Emperor Yongjia, who had been sitting still for an afternoon, finally reacted and turned to look over: “Jing’an, what’s wrong?”

Emperor Yongjia’s eyes were full of bloodshot and his voice was hoarse.

Jing’an Gōngzhǔ looked at Emperor Yongjia’s appearance and tears welled up in her eyes: “Royal Father, Yang Gongren died of dystocia.”

Emperor Yongjia thought for a while before remembering who Yang Gongren was. He opened his mouth and asked: “Is the child safe?”

Jing’an Gōngzhǔ nodded with sobs.

Emperor Yongjia said nothing more, turned his head back, and his eyes fell on the face of Meng Guifei on the bed.

That bright, beautiful, and lively face was without any blood color and was shockingly pale. With her eyes closed, her breathing was weak and almost non-existent.

Jiaojiao, how could you be so cruel? That cut pierced your heart, and even more so my heart.

The huge pain was like an endless ocean, trying to drown him.

Emperor Yongjia tightly grasped the soft and cold hand of Meng Guifei, and whispered hoarsely: “Jiaojiao, wake up soon. As long as you wake up, I won’t pursue anything, please don’t leave me like this…”

The Eldest Prince and Jing’an Gōngzhǔ cried together.

Even Zhou Yuanshi and others who were guarding in the bedroom felt heavy in their hearts.

Meng Guifei was really seriously injured.

The scissors pierced her heart and lungs. External injuries were easy to treat, but there was no good way to treat such fatal internal injuries. All the medicines that should be given had been injected. Whether a life could be saved depended on Meng Guifei’s will to survive.

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Wah wah wah!

The cry of the newborn baby was quite loud.

The newborn baby boy was not good-looking. His body was red, his two little fists were waving randomly, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was open and shouting.

The Eldest Huangzifei hugged the crying baby boy with a complicated look.

The maid beside her gently reminded her: “Huangzifei, the wet nurse is here.”

The Eldest Huangzifei came to her senses and handed the neatly wrapped baby boy to the wet nurse’s arms. The wet nurse wanted to leave, but she heard the Eldest Huangzifei’s order: “Feed here, I want to see it with my own eyes.” The wet nurse dared not disobey the master’s order.

The little baby boy greedily found the source and sucked hard. He didn’t know that his mother had stopped breathing half an hour ago.

There were people in the palace who were specially responsible for such matters. Several sturdy maids wrapped Yang Gongren’s body with a straw mat and dragged it away. Half an hour had passed, and it was probably buried in a thin coffin.

A pale and cold face flashed through the mind of the Eldest Huangzifei, and the strong smell of blood lingered in her nose. Her stomach churned, and she stood up, covering her mouth, and vomited everything behind the screen.

After the baby boy was full, he fell asleep quickly.

The Eldest Huangzifei asked the wet nurse to take the baby boy to the wing room to sleep, and she cheered herself up and went to Meng Guifei’s bedroom.

It was already dark at this time.

The palace lanterns in the Yanxi Palace were hung up, and for some reason, the lights also revealed a bit of desolation.

The Eldest Huangzifei stepped into the bedroom, and the first thing she saw was Emperor Yongjia sitting by the bed. From her angle, she could only see the back of Emperor Yongjia, and she didn’t know what the Emperor looked like.

However, from the heavy atmosphere in the bedroom, it could be seen that Meng Guifei must not have woken up yet.

The Eldest Huangzifei felt relieved, but also a little heavy.

She walked to the Eldest Prince lightly, lowered her voice, and said, “Your Highness, it’s all my fault. Yang Gongren died of dystocia, and I couldn’t do anything.”

The Eldest Prince hadn’t eaten for a day and a night, and he knelt before the Emperor’s study for half a day today. His face was haggard and gloomy. He whispered, “It’s her bad luck. She had a premature birth and dystocia. How can you blame you? Is the child okay?”

The Eldest Huangzifei felt relieved and replied softly, “The child is full and was taken to sleep by the wet nurse.”

The Eldest Prince was exhausted and had no intention of talking. He signaled his wife to sit beside him. Then he held her hand.

At this moment of panic, one could experience the benefits of marrying a wife with a capable family. The Meng family was affected, but his father-in-law, the general of the imperial guards, was the most trusted confidant of his father.

The Eldest Huangzifei didn’t know if she noticed her husband’s intentions. She approached silently and almost snuggled with the Eldest Prince.

“The queen’s fingers moved!”

Zhou Yuanshi suddenly shouted in surprise.

The Eldest Prince and Jing’an Gōngzhǔ stood up and rushed to the bed. The Eldest Huangzifei didn’t want to think about it anymore and rushed to the bed together.

Emperor Yongjia, who was sitting on the bed, was trembling with excitement and saw the fingers in his palm move again.

Although there was no movement afterward, Meng Guifei’s fingers moved twice, which gave everyone unlimited confidence. At least Meng Guifei’s will to survive was aroused, and the possibility of waking up was greatly increased.

The Eldest Prince wiped his tears with his sleeves and whispered, “Royal Father has been guarding for half a day and must be exhausted. Please go back to Wenhua Palace to rest! I will stay here tonight. As long as Mother wakes up, I will inform Royal Father immediately.”

Jing’an Gōngzhǔ also choked and advised, “Royal Father’s health is important. Please don’t get tired. Please go back first, have some dinner, and rest early!”

Emperor Yongjia was unwilling to leave. He said, “I will stay here. There are so many rooms in Yanxi Palace. I can’t stand it anymore and will go to rest. You two brothers and sisters, don’t work too hard. Your mother loves you the most. If she wakes up and sees you like this, she will be heartbroken.”

Meng Guifei really loved her two children wholeheartedly and loved them very much.

This time, if it weren’t for the Eldest Prince, she wouldn’t take the risk and secretly set up a trap to assassinate Lu Mingyu.

The Eldest Prince felt bitter and tears welled up again.

At this moment, a palace servant came in to report that Empress Qiao and the Second Prince and his wife had arrived.

Emperor Yongjia nodded slightly and said, “Guifei is not awake yet. Let them wait outside. I will go to see them.”

(End of this chapter)