The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

I experienced the pain of childbirth for the second time.

Xie Anning lay on the couch, listening to the midwife's instructions and exerting force bit by bit.

Because of exhaustion, everything went dark before my eyes. I could only vaguely see figures gathered around the bed, talking about something.

But she couldn't hear or see clearly.

She felt her body suddenly become lighter, breaking free from the restraints, and floating as if in the void. Many scenes that she had never experienced before appeared before her eyes.

It started when my daughter fell into the water.

The story took an incredible turn, and scenes that made her feel pained and angry kept passing before her eyes.

Xie Anning watched the play excerpt as if in a cursory manner. As a bystander, she witnessed the death of her daughter and herself.

She watched herself dying on the couch, looking haggard, and felt heartbroken.

The scenery in front of me began to distort, and all kinds of people retreated quickly. When I came to my senses again, I was already in an unfamiliar study.

It was freezing cold, with heavy snow falling outside the window, and everything was white.

It's time to light the lights in the house.

The young man was leaning over the desk, holding a bamboo pen and writing something quickly on the rice paper.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe, a long robe with wide sleeves, a jade belt around his waist, his shoulders were straight, and although his face looked a little weathered, he was not as haggard and thin as he had been in the previous meetings.

This is... Wang Shaofu, who has not yet experienced the pain of losing his wife and daughter, and losing his father.

But he was about to experience the pain of losing his wife.

Xie Anning didn't know what was going on with his current experience.

But she had witnessed her own death in this world, and she knew the plan she had made with her life at stake, so of course she wanted to see the outcome.

The wind was blowing fiercely, making the window sills rustle.

Wang Yong entered.

When returning home this time, Wang Shaofu did not bring his wife and daughter, nor did he have any maids with him. Serving tea became Wang Yong's job.

Finishing the last stroke, Wang Shaofu put down his bamboo brush, picked up his teacup and took a sip, then asked, "What time is it today?"

Wang Yong replied: "The ninth day."

The time for ancestor worship is half over.

There has been no mail from Beijing for several days.

Wang Shaofu reached out his hand and touched his heart.

Seeing this, Wang Yong advised: "Sir, please settle down as soon as possible. Tomorrow will be another busy day. You should take care of yourself."

Wang Shaofu ignored it.

Ever since he left Beijing, he has never been able to let go of this worry.

Because of the heavy snow, the road was blocked and the messenger encountered difficulties.

Or, did something happen in the capital?

Outside the window, night was approaching and the sky was dark and terrifying.

The sound of the wind and snow was like the roar of a huge monster.

Wang Shaofu stared at the night sky solemnly, then suddenly turned around and said, "I'm worried about your mistress, so I'm preparing a car overnight. I'll return to the capital early tomorrow morning. You stay here until the ancestral worship is completed, and then escort the uncles back to the capital."

The ceremony was halfway through and all the ceremonies had been completed.

The rest will be handled by the clan elders without any mistakes.

Wang Yong had no objection and bowed in agreement.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the window.

It was messy and disorderly, full of panic.

Wang Shaofu felt inexplicably nervous and walked quickly towards the door.

The man who came was Wang Wu. His hair was white, and his lips were pale from moving. He fell to his knees on the steps with a plop. "News from the capital: there's an urgent death in the mansion. The eldest lady... the eldest lady died on the second day of the first lunar month after a long illness."

The world was silent, with only the howling of wind and snow.

Wang Shaofu stood there motionless, as if he had not heard his report at all, with no expression on his face.

Several subordinates in the courtyard held their breath and did not dare to move.

Until the last bit of light faded away and the sky became completely dark.

The man who had been standing still for a long time swayed and was supported by Wang Yong behind him, so he did not stumble and fall to the ground.