The ugly girl's nirvana, the disabled prince's love

The ministers had just left and Yu Gongchen was immersed in his fantasy of the throne and the perfection of his plan, when suddenly, Concubine Rou's maid came running in a hurry.

She ran out of breath, her face flushed with anxiety, and she cried out in a sobbing voice: "Your Highness, please go and see the Concubine. She has a strange disease. She has taken several doses of medicine from the imperial physician, but it has no effect at all. The Concubine is in great pain now!"

When Yu Gongchen heard this, his face turned pale instantly, and his eyes were full of anxiety and worry, as if an invisible big hand had grabbed his heart, and the pain made him unable to breathe.

Ning Rouer was the apple of his eye and the only warmth he had in this cold palace. He couldn't imagine a life without her. Without saying a word, he lifted his clothes and hurried to Lanzhi Palace.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it could not be dissolved, and the entire palace was shrouded in this endless darkness. The darkness seemed to have life, pressing in from all directions, weighing heavily on Yu Gongchen's heart.

There was dead silence all around, with only his hurried footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. The sound seemed particularly lonely and panicky in the silent night.

He walked hurriedly and anxiously, and every step seemed to be stepping on his own heart.

His mind was filled with Ning Rouer's lovely and charming appearance. Her sick and uncomfortable appearance kept appearing in his mind. He kept muttering: "Rouer, you must not be in any trouble. If anything happens to you, this prince will not want to live anymore. This prince will come to see you right away."

Yu Gongchen rushed to Lanzhi Palace in a panic. He was so anxious along the way that he completely ignored the greetings from the palace people around him.

He ran straight into the inner room, looking so anxious as if if he was a step late he would be separated from Ning Rouer forever.

As soon as I stepped into the inner room, a dull smell with a strong medicinal flavor hit me in the face. The smell was so strong that it made me feel a little breathless.

Ning Rouer lay listlessly on the carved bed. Her former beauty, as delicate and beautiful as a blooming peony, had long disappeared.

Her face was flushed, as if it had been burned by fire, the result of high fever raging in her body. Her hot cheeks were red as if they were burning, revealing a heartbreaking morbidity.

Her skin had lost its former luster and became dry and brittle, as if it would break with the slightest touch.

Her eyes were half open and half closed, revealing endless weakness and grievance. When she saw Yu Gongchen, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, which was the joy and dependence of seeing a beloved person, like a child lost in the darkness suddenly saw a beacon of hope.

Ning Rouer was breathing rapidly and with difficulty, and every breath she took was like a tug-of-war with death. Her chest rose and fell violently, like a worn-out bellows, and she gasped heavily.

Violent coughs burst out of the throat uncontrollably, one after another, so rapid and fierce, as if to shake out the heart and lungs.

Every time she coughed, her frail body trembled violently. Her body was like a fallen leaf in the wind, and it seemed that she would be completely knocked down by the disease in the next second and would never be able to get up again.

Yu Gongchen took two steps at a time and walked to the bedside. His eyes instantly turned red, full of anxiety and worry, as if seeing Ning Rouer's pain, his heart was also cut into pieces.

He stretched out his hand and held Ning Rouer's hand tightly. That hand was originally soft and warm, but now it had become cold and dry. His heart felt like it had been hit hard.

When Ning Rouer saw him coming, she started to pout. She used all her strength to slightly pout her chapped lips. Her lips were full of cracks caused by the high fever, like a dry earth.

She said coquettishly with a heavy nasal voice: "Your Highness, you are finally here. Rou'er feels like she is dying. This disease is too torturous. Ahem..."

Another violent coughing fit, the sound seemed to cough out her soul. Her tears could not stop flowing, and her cheeks were wet with sweat.

She leaned into Yu Gongchen's arms and continued weakly, "Your Highness, you have to accompany Rou'er. Rou'er is very scared now. Rou'er doesn't want to leave Your Highness."

Yu Gongchen felt so distressed when he saw this. He turned to the imperial physician beside him and shouted:

"You are a bunch of useless people! You usually brag about your medical skills, but now you can't even cure Rou'er's illness. What use are you? If anything happens to Rou'er, this prince will not forgive you! Your family members will not have an easy life either!"

There was a flame of anger burning in his eyes, and it seemed as if he wanted to eat the imperial doctors alive.

The imperial doctors were so frightened that they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Their bodies were shaking like sieves, and they begged for mercy in sobbing voices:

"Your Highness, please calm down. We have really tried our best. The Concubine's illness is really strange. We have never seen it before. We need to consider the prescription carefully. Please give us some more time."

They were filled with fear, knowing Yu Gongchen's methods very well. If anything happened to Ning Rouer, their lives would be in danger.

Yu Gongchen snorted angrily and ignored the doctors. He turned his head and looked at Ning Rouer tenderly, and comforted her softly: "Rouer, don't be afraid. This prince is here and will make you better."

Ning Rouer shook her head gently, a few tears came out of her eyes, and she said delicately: "Your Highness, I'm afraid Rouer won't get better...

However, Rou'er suddenly remembered that her elder sister was very considerate. Before she got married, her grandparents were sick and it was her elder sister who took care of them. She had experience. If her elder sister could come and take care of Rou'er, maybe Rou'er's illness would get better soon..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Gongchen immediately ordered the maid beside him, "Go and call the Crown Princess and have her come to Lanzhi Palace immediately to serve the concubine!"

It was late at night, and the palace where the Crown Princess lived was already silent. The candles had been extinguished, leaving only a faint moonlight shining through the window lattices into the room, exuding a sense of coolness.

The Crown Princess had already gone to bed and was deep in her sleep, but was hastily awakened by her personal maid Wan'er.

Wan'er said softly, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince asked you to go to Lanzhi Palace immediately. He said Concubine Rou is ill and wants you to take care of her."

When the Crown Princess heard this, her heart suddenly sank, and a trace of self-mockery and helplessness flashed in her eyes.

She thought to herself, what a pathetic life she had as the Crown Princess. It was bad enough that she was not favored on normal days, but now, in the dead of night, she had to serve the favored concubine.

But what could she do? After all, she dared not disobey the prince's order.

She slowly got up, dressed and washed with the help of Wan'er. Looking at her haggard face in the mirror, she sighed softly, her heart full of bitterness. When will these days in the deep palace end?

After getting dressed, the Crown Princess followed Wan'er to the Lanzhi Palace. Along the way, the cold wind made her shiver, as if the cold wind was also mocking her miserable situation.

She wrapped her cloak tightly, but her steps were still steady, but the loneliness and helplessness in her eyes became more and more obvious.

When she arrived at Lanzhi Palace and walked into the inner room, she saw Yu Gongchen sitting beside the bed, looking at Ning Rouer with a distressed look on his face.

Ning Rouer was leaning against the head of the bed with a hint of pride in her eyes, but the moment she saw the Crown Princess come in, she immediately put on a weak and pitiful look.

The Crown Princess knelt slightly and saluted, saying softly, "Greetings, Your Highness."