Dethroned the Crown Princess? Then she became your mother

The time that followed seemed to freeze and everything returned to peace.

Two days passed quickly, and Eunuch An noticed that the former Crown Princess's residence was surprisingly quiet. There was no one coming and going, and no meals were delivered, which was very different from the lively scene in the past.

Although he knew she was recuperating nearby, this strange tranquility still made him feel puzzled.

In the past, whether it was visiting or delivering messages, there was always a lot of movement. Even when His Majesty and he himself went to persuade in person, nothing could be changed.

For the past two days, he had been so busy serving His Majesty that he had no time for anything else. His Majesty was immersed in prayer, indifferent to the things around him, his expression becoming increasingly stern, as if he was worried about something, and he had not mentioned the former Crown Princess at all.

Eunuch An thought to himself that perhaps the former Crown Princess was still recuperating and chose to remain silent because she was afraid of disturbing His Majesty, or because she followed some hint from His Majesty.

But two days had passed, and it was time to arrange for her to return.

So he hurried to the guest room where the former Crown Princess lived.

There was no one outside the door, and it seemed particularly deserted.

He waved his whisk lightly and raised his voice to call out tentatively, but all he got was silence.

Recalling that there were no guards here and only the former Crown Princess and her personal maid Chunmei were left, he couldn't help but feel curious about their living conditions in the past two days.

He knocked on the door lightly, feeling a little impatient while waiting. Finally, the door was slowly opened, and Chunmei's figure came into view.

She looked anxious, her eyes full of worry. Without waiting for Mr. An to speak, she hurried forward, blocked his view with her body, and quickly closed the door.

"Eunuch An, it's great that you're here! I really don't know what to do..." Chunmei's voice was filled with tears as she spoke anxiously.

"The former Crown Princess is ill. Two days ago, she refused to eat or see anyone, saying she wanted to atone for her sins. She repeatedly said she didn't know where she had gone wrong, but felt that being alive was a sin..."

Eunuch An stared at Chunmei and read the seriousness of the matter from her expression.

The former Crown Princess is ill? And it started two days ago. She refuses everything and only wants to seek inner relief and redemption in this way.

This sudden change made Eunuch An frown, with complicated emotions surging in his heart.

"So that's how it is." He sighed softly, thinking to himself that the former Crown Princess's fragility and despair were beyond his imagination. She refused to eat and drink, and was even on the verge of life and death. All this happened so suddenly, catching him off guard.

Chunmei was extremely anxious. She held his hand tightly, her eyes full of worry and reluctance for the former Crown Princess: "I only hope that the young lady can hold on, but..." Before she finished speaking, her eyes were already filled with tears.

"Don't worry, tell me slowly, I already understand." An Gong'an soothed him, but his heart was in turmoil. He asked why he didn't report it earlier, thinking that maybe he could make plans earlier and save something.

Chunmei choked up and told the truth. It turned out that the former Crown Princess had strictly ordered that her condition be kept secret and not be disclosed to anyone, including His Majesty.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Eunuch An had a plan in mind. Now was not the time to be entangled. He looked at Chunmei and then hurried to where His Majesty was.

His Majesty closed his eyes and prayed, immersed in tranquility.

Eunuch An hesitated to speak, and finally chose to wait quietly on the side, waiting for the right opportunity.

Murong Shuo opened his eyes and looked directly at Eunuch An.

Eunuch An knew that he had to report the Crown Princess's illness, but he was afraid of angering His Majesty and causing unnecessary worry.

However, due to his duty, he finally mustered up the courage: "Your Majesty, regarding the former Crown Princess..." As he spoke, he closely observed His Majesty's reaction and was ready to shut up at any time.

Murong Shuo's eyes flashed with impatience, but it was more of a cover-up for the former Crown Princess's complicated emotions: "Her? So what? However, you don't have to mention her affairs anymore. I am not interested, and I don't want to know -"

Before he could finish his words, Murong Shuo interrupted him abruptly, his tone revealing an unquestionable determination.

However, Eunuch An knew in his heart that even if His Majesty said he was unwilling, how could he easily erase the care and concern hidden deep in his heart?

"Your Majesty, I have the audacity to report that the former Crown Princess seems to be ill." Eunuch An's voice sounded again, soft but firm, breaking the silence in the room.

Murong Shuo's eyes opened slightly, and he saw straight into Eunuch An's heart.

"Sick? What's going on here? Hasn't she been sick before?" His words revealed complex emotions that were difficult to detect.

Eunuch An nodded slightly. No need to say more, everything was self-explanatory.

Murong Shuo pondered for a moment, and finally said, "Send someone to check it out." After that, he closed his eyes again, as if isolating everything in the world from outside the tightly closed window.

Eunuch An took the order and retreated, signaling the guards beside him to quickly go and call the imperial physician.

The guard took the order and although he had some doubts in his heart, he did not dare to ask more questions and left in a hurry.

Eunuch An stood there, gently stroking the whisk in his hand, and sighed inwardly: "How could this former Crown Princess be so frail? After all this trouble, she actually fell ill."

At the same time, in another quiet residence, Zhang Tianai sat quietly on the bed, Chunmei stood by her side, her hand gently resting on the door frame, and she looked out from time to time, afraid of missing any movement.

"The person hasn't arrived yet. I guess he went to ask for the imperial physician." Zhang Tianai chuckled. There was a bit of morbid charm in that smile, but it couldn't hide her fatigue.

Chunmei looked at her daughter with heartache, closed the door tightly, walked back to the bed, and her worry was beyond words.

"Miss, why do you torture yourself like this, braving the wind and rain, just for that slight chance? I knew I couldn't persuade you, but seeing you like this, I'm truly worried. You've lost so much weight in just two days. If you continue like this, what will happen?"

Zhang Tianai gently held Chunmei's hand, offering her some comfort: "Chunmei, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. This illness isn't entirely fake, I really can't stand it anymore. As for losing weight, perhaps that's exactly what I want."

She gently moved her neck, trying to relieve the stiffness and discomfort of the past few days, but her mind was clear: "Feigning illness won't fool anyone, but true love and determination can move people."

She stroked her cheek gently, which had indeed lost its former roundness, but also had gained a sense of toughness and determination.

She has indeed lost some weight...

"When the Emperor sees this, it's inevitable that there will be ripples in his heart, right?"

"But even if I don't feel anything, it doesn't matter. I can handle it myself!"

Upon hearing this, Chunmei chuckled with a hint of helplessness!

"Chunmei, I've caused you so much trouble that you've had to accompany me through this difficult journey. You haven't had a single day of rest, and you've even had to endure hunger. I feel so guilty about this, but I have no choice. This is the only way I can achieve my wish."

Zhang Tianai held Chunmei's hand tightly, just because he felt sorry for Chunmei who had suffered innocently.

"My lady, you are too kind. I came with you voluntarily, so how can I say I suffered? It is you, my lady, who has to bear the heavy burden and walk the difficult way. I don't know what to do, so I can only accompany you silently."

Chunmei held Zhang Tianai's hand in return, her eyes full of determination and loyalty.

"Okay, don't be angry. Soon, all this will become a thing of the past. We won't have to pretend anymore, and we won't have to go hungry or cold." Zhang Tianai smiled, as if he had foreseen the dawn of the future.

She gently pushed the window frame, glanced outside, and signaled Chunmei to pay attention to any movement. "If anyone approaches, we will continue to lie down and pretend to be weak."

Chunmei nodded and quietly left to carry out the order.

In the afternoon, the imperial physician arrived. Eunuch An whispered a few words to him, then turned to the sleeping Murong Shuo. Seeing that he had not opened his eyes, he arranged for the imperial physician to go to the residence of the former Crown Princess.

Before leaving, Eunuch An hesitated for a moment, and finally knelt down to ask: Your Majesty, do you need me to escort the former Crown Princess back?

Murong Shuo's eyelids twitched slightly, but he didn't open them fully. He silently said to himself: "Let's talk about it after she recovers." When the words came to his lips, only the word "let's" trembled slightly, and finally turned into a silent sigh.

Eunuch An accepted the order and answered yes, then left the hall, thinking to himself: Your Majesty, you still can't give up your care for the former Crown Princess.

He followed the imperial physician into the former Crown Princess's guest room and gently knocked on the door, feeling mixed emotions in his heart - every time he thought that His Majesty had let it go, he would inadvertently discover the deep-seated feelings.