The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Concubine Jing's fall was like a loud thunder, blasting the oppressive silence in the palace.

The Sixth Prince was the first to react. His eyes widened instantly, and deep fear and panic appeared on his face.

He stumbled to Concubine Jing's side, knelt down beside her, and touched her shoulders with trembling hands, his voice mixed with tears: "Mother! Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Concubine Jing, who was lying on the ground, was as pale as paper, with a trace of dark red blood slowly seeping from the corner of her mouth. The color of blood was so glaring that it seemed to burn the Sixth Prince's eyes.

His hands froze and tears suddenly welled up and flowed down his cheeks.

"Mother! Don't scare me!" The Sixth Prince cried out while sobbing. His voice was full of helplessness and panic, as if the world had collapsed.

The queen stood not far away, a trace of panic flashed across her face, and worry was mixed in her usually calm eyes.

Her hands were tightly grasping her sleeves, and her fingertips were slightly white.

At this moment, her mood was extremely complicated.

On the one hand, her panic was because something happened to Concubine Jing when she came to Ruifu Palace to confront her, and it was hard not to associate it with her.

On the other hand, her worry was because she came here only to seek justice for Concubine Rong and did not want to put Concubine Jing to death.

Concubine Rong had her head down, her face covered with a handkerchief, and her eyes were full of tears, as if the chaos just now had nothing to do with her.

However, at this moment she couldn't help but put down her handkerchief, looked up at Concubine Jing, with obvious doubt on her face.

His brows were slightly furrowed, obviously unprepared for the sudden turn of events.

"Call the imperial physician quickly!" The queen finally spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

The Sixth Prince was already crying with tears and snot, holding Concubine Jing's shoulders with both hands, looking helpless and desperate.

His voice was almost hoarse, but he still kept shouting: "Father! Father, please save mother!"

I have to admit that the Sixth Prince is not a good person, but to Concubine Jing, he is indeed a good son.

The emperor sat on a high seat, his eyes sweeping across the audience coldly.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, and no emotion could be seen, but the Buddhist beads in his hand stopped and he exerted slight force.

Concubine Jing cannot die.

No, it’s Concubine Jing. Now, at this moment, she cannot die.

"Father!"

The Sixth Prince suddenly turned his head to look at the Emperor, and as if grasping at the last straw, he shouted, "Lord Fangyi! Lord Fangyi just went to the bedroom with Yuyao, and she probably didn't go far! Lord Fangyi is a great doctor, please save mother!"

These words were like a stone dropped into the center of a lake, creating ripples.

At the same time, there was a sound of footsteps mixed with soft crying outside the hall. The sound gradually became clearer as it got closer and closer.

"Sister Rouwanzi, can you stay here with me..."

"I'm going to ask the Queen Mother for help... Please wait here for me, I'll be there soon!"

Then, the door was pushed open forcefully, and a petite figure rushed in. There were still traces of tears on Luo Yuyao's face that had not yet been wiped away, and her big eyes were wet, making her look pitiful.

She was stunned as she entered the room, as if she was frightened by the stagnant atmosphere in the hall and the expressions on everyone's faces, and her steps suddenly slowed down.

She raised her head cautiously, and at first glance she saw the emperor sitting on the high throne. She froze like a child who had made a mistake, with an innocent and naive expression on her face. Her lips slightly parted, and she nervously called out, "Father...Father..."

The emperor raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and his cold and deep eyes fell on her, but he did not speak, just slightly turned the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Luo Yuyao then turned her gaze to the other people in the hall, and discovered Concubine Jing lying on the ground.

He was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something. His little body trembled violently, and he quickly ran to Concubine Jing and knelt down.

"Mother! Mother, what's wrong with you!" Luo Yuyao's voice was filled with panic, and her childishness was filled with anxiety. She shook Concubine Jing's arm hard, but found that her body had no response and was so cold that it made her heart frightened.

"Mother! Mother, please don't scare Yaoer!" Luo Yuyao cried out, tears rolling down her eyes quickly, her voice filled with heart-wrenching panic.

Shen Runing stepped into the hall upon hearing the voice, and was stunned by the scene before her.

She quickly glanced around, and when her eyes met the emperor on the high throne, her body stiffened, and then she immediately bowed and saluted: "Your Majesty."

The emperor looked at her coldly, with a barely perceptible fluctuation in his eyes.

Interesting.

At this moment in the hall, all the movements, all the people and objects were like a carefully choreographed drama, appearing at the right time and place.

The emperor's gaze slowly swept between the two of them, finally landing on Concubine Jing, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Lord Fangyi." His voice was low and cold. "Save Imperial Concubine Jing."

……

Deep in the palace, there is a secret courtyard.

Inside the spacious house, the corners were filled with huge pottery jars filled with colorful flowers, red, pink, purple, and even black. The different colors and strong floral scents mixed together made people feel dizzy when they smelled them.

In the center of the room hung a tall swing, made of bright red silk and golden chains, with ribbons hanging from it. When it swayed gently, it looked like a swimming snake.

Sitting on the swing was a woman in a bright red long dress with wide sleeves. Her posture was extremely lazy, with her chin supported by one hand and her other hand casually fiddling with the golden bell hanging on the swing.

The woman was still humming a tune, the melody was lazy, yet concealed a hint of indescribable coldness.

The young eunuch still stood behind her, with his head lowered and his body slightly hunched.

"Master, there is a commotion in Ruifu Palace."

The woman did not respond. She hummed a tune and swung leisurely on the swing, her toes tapping the ground lightly, making a slight "creaking" sound.

"It alarmed His Majesty."

"but……"

“But what?” The woman chuckled, her voice was lazy and sweet, with a slightly upturned ending, but it carried a sense of oppression.

The eunuch's body trembled and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.

"Noble Concubine Jing suddenly fell to the ground and vomited blood."

Hearing this, the swing stopped swinging.

She lowered her eyes and looked at a red flower picked up by her fingertips. The petals were so tender that they looked as if they were made of blood.

Put the flower gently into your mouth and chew it slowly, with the movements being as graceful as if you were tasting a top-notch delicacy.

"Did the old pervert Qian tell you?"

Her tone was flat, without any emotion.

"Yes."

The woman spat out the chewed petals aside. Her expression remained calm, but there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

He threw the flower stalk in his hand to the ground and chuckled.

"It seems that he likes the woman we found for him very much."

The young eunuch bent his body even lower.

"My master is wise. Although she is an abandoned princess, she is worthy of him."

"More than enough."