The eldest lady is both a doctor and a warrior, they love her so much

Ye Lanhui widened his eyes, staring at the figure that was gradually moving away and about to disappear at the end of his sight.

A force that came from nowhere suddenly surged into his heart, as if his body was ignited, driving him to rush forward desperately.

He stretched out his hands, trying desperately to grab Ye Qingyao's ankles, even if only for a moment.

"Wait...I have something to ask you! In all these years, have you never had the slightest expectation from me?" Ye Lanhui shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was as weak and trembling as a candle in the wind.

Just when he was about to touch Ye Qingyao, everything in front of his eyes suddenly went dark and the whole world started to spin.

All his consciousness and strength left him in an instant, and he fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

At the same time, the words that had been stuck in his throat were never uttered. Instead, a stream of hot blood gushed out like a flood, splashing on the cold ground, forming shocking blood flowers.

Just at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open and Cao Jinlan hurried in.

When she saw the scene in front of her, she was completely stunned.

Ye Lanhui's face was as pale as paper, lying lifeless in a pool of blood, blood still oozing out of his mouth. His originally bright eyes were now full of bloodshot, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

"Your Highness!"

Cao Jinlan let out an extremely shrill scream, which broke the silent air and echoed throughout the room.

She staggered towards Ye Lanhui, trying to help him up, but it was too late.

Soon, the imperial physician Jin, who had been waiting, rushed over after hearing the news. After a tense diagnosis and treatment, he shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Your Majesty, I am incompetent and can't save the patient..."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting Cao Jinlan's heart hard.

Just like that, on the cold winter day of November 8th, the 321st year of the Great Xia calendar, the eldest prince Ye Lanhui closed his eyes forever, ending his short life at the age of only thirty.

After the news came out, the government and the public were shocked, and the people all sighed and lamented.

When Concubine Yu, who was in the harem, heard the sad news, she was so heartbroken that she fainted immediately.

After that, she became seriously ill and her body became increasingly weaker. Although the imperial doctors tried their best to treat her, there was no improvement.

In the end, she did not even survive the New Year and this once beloved concubine followed her son.

Losing two of his closest relatives in a short period of one year was undoubtedly a heavy blow to Ye Qingyao.

He seemed to have aged a lot overnight. His former high spirits were gone, replaced by a face full of fatigue and vicissitudes.

Fortunately, during this difficult period, Hua Xin often brought the children to the palace to visit him, and the warmth of family love soothed his broken heart.

Only a few of them knew the reason.

Cao Jinlan and others who have been treated with great favor will surely not have a difficult life in the future, after all, the dignity and honor they deserve will still remain.

It is difficult for anyone to know what the eldest prince Ye Lanhui did in the past. All those who had anything to do with him mysteriously disappeared when he died of illness.

For Cao Jinlan, Ye Lanhui has always been the kind husband in her mind; for the children, Ye Lanhui is also a loving father.

This is enough, and Ye Qingyao's original intention has been achieved.

"Xinxin, when Sheng'er returns, let him inherit the throne! I really feel a little tired." Ye Qingyao held Hua Xin's hand tightly, and said earnestly and meaningfully.

"Father, this matter..." Hua Xin looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.

"What do you think? I am willing to abdicate and become the emperor emeritus. I only want to live in the temporary palace with Ru Hai. All the people in the harem will follow us, and I will give this place to you." Ye Qingyao looked at Hua Xin, waiting for her answer.

"But, but I don't have only one husband..." Hua Xin lowered her head and whispered softly.

"I am naturally aware that although the princess's mansion is spacious and grand, it cannot be compared with this magnificent imperial palace, right?" Ye Qingyao sighed softly, his eyes gentle but with a hint of determination.

"How to settle them when the time comes, won't it all be up to you?"

Hua Xin stood there blankly, staring at Ye Qingyao in front of her with wide eyes. She could never have imagined that he would say such words to her today.

I think these words were not spoken casually on a whim, but were definitely spoken after careful consideration.

"Then let's wait for third brother to come back and hear what his plans are!" Hua Xin opened her red lips and said slowly.

After all, he and Nangong Ziqiu, who were far away from home, should have heard about what had happened recently.

Now, the thorny problems of Nanxun Kingdom have been quickly resolved, and they are leading their army on the return journey.

It’s a pity that even if we rush like this, we will still miss this year’s New Year.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is New Year's Day.

In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the window into the house, making it golden.

Just then, Song Guanqing walked into the room with a smile on his face, holding an exquisite brocade box in his hand.

"Happy New Year! Huahua, I wish you a happy new year!" Song Guanqing shouted happily.

"Oh, you should be the one saying this! Happy New Year. Here, this is a red envelope for you." Hua Xin responded with a smile, and took out a thick stack of red envelopes from her sleeve and handed it to Song Guanqing.

Looking at it, it is obvious that a gift has been carefully prepared for each person.

Song Guanqing stared at the brocade box in Hua Xin's hand with curiosity, and couldn't help asking, "Hua Hua, don't you want to open it and take a look now?"

She really didn't expect that Hua Xin didn't even look at it and just placed the brocade box on the table beside her.

Hua Xin blinked mischievously and said coquettishly, "I will definitely receive a lot of gifts today! So I thought of saving them up first, and then opening them later to enjoy them slowly. However, from your tone, could it be that there are some rare treasures in them?" As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the brocade box, a hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes.

Hua Xin laughed, but she didn't dare laugh too loudly. The children in her belly were a little noisy, and sometimes she would run to the bathroom when she laughed.

"Just open it and you'll know." Song Guanqing had just finished saying this when he heard laughter coming from outside the door.

Looking up, I saw Hua Moxuan, Mo Chuli, Xie Yunxiao and Yan Youzhi walking towards me together, each of them holding an exquisite box carefully in their hands.