After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

Yinzhen quickly picked up the account book and went out, then he heard the midwife screaming loudly.

"Someone come quickly! Fu Jin is bleeding!"

These words were like thunder, exploding in his ears with a "boom".

His brain didn't have time to react, Yinzhen could only rely on instinct to push Zhao Kuangsheng into the delivery room, and the account book in his hand was wrinkled.

When the two entered the delivery room, Xiyu lying on the bed had a pale face and was no longer breathing.

The midwife was kneeling beside him, trembling with fear, while Chun Shi pulled Zhao Kuangsheng to the bedside as if he had found a life-saving straw.

Zhao Kuangsheng didn't care about etiquette and had to rush forward to check the situation. After his fingers touched Fu Jin's breath and pulse, he shuddered all over and felt sad both physically and mentally.

He turned his head to look at Yinzhen, who was hesitant to step forward, and said hesitantly, "My Lord, Fu Jin..."

"No, it's impossible."

Yinzhen staggered forward, his eyes bloodshot, pushed away the person in front of him, and threw himself in front of the young concubine's bed, trying to see that bright smiling face again.

However, the opposite happened and my palms felt cold.

In less than a cup of tea, Xiyu's body had lost all temperature.

He couldn't believe what he saw and eagerly opened the brocade box on the bedside. It was empty, as if the little snake living in it was just a figment of his imagination.

Thinking of the nagging words of the young lady just now, he suddenly realized that the other party might have known that today was the day of separation.

Did he go back to heaven?

Yinzhen raised his head and looked upward, tears welling up in his eyes but not falling.

Why didn't you say a word to him?

He slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, and the sadness in his heart surged like a flood, as if drowning all his reason and strength.

Grief surged in his heart, like endless darkness devouring his soul, making him feel helpless and desperate.

Yinzhen felt an unbearable tightness in his chest and didn't know how to release the pain in his heart. He just felt like his heart was being torn by a knife and was in excruciating pain.

When I opened my eyes again, everything in front of me seemed to be spinning, and a fishy-sweet taste rose in my throat.

He saw Zhao Kuangsheng rushing towards him...but there was deathly silence in his ears.

Yinzhen fainted, and everyone hurriedly carried him back to the bedroom.

It was supposed to be a happy day, but everyone in Prince Yong's mansion was in chaos. In the end, Gao Wuyong came out despite his grief to take charge of the situation for Yinzhen.

Those who should take care of the young master should take care of the young master, and those who should report the news should report the news...

Everyone had something to do, and no one noticed that in Yinzhen's bedroom, there was a majestic silver-black dragon light rising into the sky.

The light went straight towards the moonlight, and when it was about to disappear, it turned its head, and its sharp gaze fell on Xiyu through the roof of the delivery room.

A deep glance, as if to engrave her face in his mind.

Xiyu is a warm and kind person, and has an extremely beautiful image in the hearts of many people.

The news that Prince Yong's mansion was in demise spread like wildfire, and the entire capital city seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog of sadness.

Hesheli almost suffocated, but luckily she had the life-saving pills left by Xiyu in advance, so she managed to save her life.

In the Baohua Temple far away in the mountains, Dunkong, who was chanting sutras, seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly looked up at the bright and clear moon, as if he was looking into the eyes of someone.

"Uncle Master, what are you looking at?"

The lazy little monk nearby noticed this, looked up, and asked curiously.

"A real dragon."

Dunkong uttered two words softly, then curled the corners of his lips and continued chanting as if nothing had happened.

The little monk was left looking around in confusion.

Gao Wuyong had witnessed the love between the prince and his wife, and thought that Yinzhen would not be able to accept this fact after waking up, and even worried that he would never recover from it.

But when Yinzhen really woke up, he seemed like a different person. Although he was still sad, he mechanically did what he should do.

Everything is going according to plan...

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The part about the Qing Dynasty is over. There is still a little bit after returning to the modern times. I don’t know if you want to watch it. I will fill in the gaps later.