Soft and crispy waist

Although Xia Zheng had been making various preparations during this period, she still didn't hope that would be the final result, and she didn't even think about it on the way here.

But now, the facts were before her eyes, and she could no longer hope for anything.

If Gu Yizi wasn't really dead, Tao Yurong, Wei Qingqing and the others wouldn't be like this.

Their sources of information are much stronger than hers, so naturally their authenticity is greater.

Probably, there is really no hope.

"Then...what should we do?"

"The prince is gone, but the Duke's Mansion is still there. Since you are already a member of the Duke's Mansion, you can live a peaceful life in the mansion."

Chunzhi blinked her round eyes. The prince was dead, and she could continue to stay in the Duke's Mansion. As a concubine, she no longer had to serve the prince, and only needed to eat and drink every day...

Chunzhi's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Then...why did Concubine Wei do that? Since the Crown Prince is like this, why is he so mean to others and humiliates Concubine Xue like that?" Chunzhi didn't dare to say it out loud. Isn't this a good thing? Why hurt each other? Isn't it good to live a good life together in the mansion?

"Concubine Wei is different from us. She was willing to marry into the family even if it meant being a concubine because she loved the Crown Prince. Once she got pregnant, she wanted more. Now that the Crown Prince is gone, all her hopes are gone too."

Wei Qingqing was the only one who had feelings for Gu Yizi. For her, Gu Yizi's death was not only the end of her hope of becoming the main wife, but also the loss of her husband and the father of her unborn child. It was normal for her to be completely out of control of her emotions.

"If that's the case, then Concubine Xue is even more miserable. She came in with the intention of winning the emperor's favor, but now she has to be a widow. She's really pitiful. No wonder her eyes are swollen from crying. We are still better off. Look at Concubine Huan, she's not sad at all. As for me, I'm fine, but you..." Turning her eyes and seeing Xia Zheng's bulging belly, Chunzhi suddenly realized that she was also pregnant, which was different from hers, and she became anxious.

"Then what will you do? You are pregnant, the Crown Prince is gone, and no one will protect you in the future. Concubine Wei is so powerful that she is not even afraid of the Crown Prince's wife. How will you live?"

It was rare for her to think so much. Seeing that she was about to cry, Xia Zheng shook her head and comforted her, "It's okay. The child I'm carrying is also the prince's bloodline. She can't do anything reckless. Even if the prince's wife can't control her, there's still her mother."

"***?" Chunzhi thought for a moment before remembering who *** was. She nodded in sudden realization. "Yes! And ***, if you give birth to a boy, he'll be the future master of the Duke's Mansion. *** will definitely protect you."

Seeing that she was getting more and more excited, Xia Zheng didn't want to discourage her.

If she could choose, she would hope it would be a daughter.

If it is a boy, aunt may not protect her as well. Having lost her son, she will naturally raise a grandson. Then not only Tao Yurong will snatch him away, but aunt will too. She will never hand over the next generation of heir to the Duke's Mansion to be raised by a concubine who was born a maid. She may even kill her as the biological mother so that the heir has no stain.

"Xia Zheng, are you sad?" Chunzhi looked at Xia Zheng with some worry.

After all, Xia Zheng was different from herself. Not only was she favored by the emperor, but Gu Yizi also always doted on her. Although she ran away every time she saw Gu Yizi, she had seen the two of them smiling happily from afar. They looked very beautiful and a perfect match.

Xia Zheng didn't know how to respond to Chunzhi's words.

Sad?

She had never thought about it until today. All she had been thinking about was how to prepare a retreat, how to arrange everything, and how to get rid of the difficulties caused by the collapse of the original plan due to Gu Yizi's death.

But when she thought of Gu Yizi, such a handsome man, who would peck her lips and ask her to wait for him to come back, her eyes actually became a little moist.

"I shouldn't have asked!" Chunzhi slapped her own lips, took Xia Zheng's arm and left. "Let's go back and rest for a while."

……

The news of Gu Yizi's death on the battlefield spread quickly in Kyoto. Everyone was talking about it, and the story was so detailed that it even said exactly where Gu Yizi was shot and what kind of poison was on the arrow.

But no one dared to give a true conclusion as to whether Gu Yizi was really dead or not.

Naturally, they split into two factions. One faction was convinced that Gu Yizi was definitely dead, while the other faction thought that it was a trick played by the enemy or Gu Yizi himself. The argument became more and more heated, and some people even started fighting.

It was even more so in the court, but not as fiercely as among the people, so there was more speculation.

Some people suspected that Gu Yizi was really dead, but Qin Yang and several veteran generals suppressed the news and dared not reveal it for fear of hindering the war. They also suspected that someone had rebellious intentions.

There are also suspicions that the news was wrong because the wind and snow were too strong and blocked the road.

Some people also think that the Boh army took advantage of the inconvenience of information and deliberately let hidden spies spread inciting news in order to cause chaos.

"If you ask me, we still need to send someone to find out the truth. It would be best if someone can directly replace Gu Yizhi to lead the battle. If the person is really dead, we can directly replace him."

"To put it simply, what if this is a conspiracy by the Boch Army? If any of us move, we might fall into the enemy's trap."

"Yes, the blizzard is blocking the way now, making it difficult to get in and out. Information can easily be flawed. The situation on the front line is unclear, so rash action may not be a good thing."

"You also said that the situation is unclear. What if Prince Gu really dies and the front line is defeated? We still have to wait. When the ice and snow melt, the Bohe army may be at the gates of the city."

"You are exaggerating. The people who delivered the food came back and said that Gu Yizi was just injured and needed to rest."

"The food delivery guy, that was a long time ago, right? It was before the blizzard, right? How much time has passed now? Can you guarantee that Gu Yizhi didn't die from his injuries?"

"Send food! Yes, we must send food. Even if the road is blocked, it will be open. It doesn't matter if it's late. It will arrive eventually. It's reasonable and the information is more reliable. We just need the approval of His Majesty."

As he spoke, everyone looked towards the Cloud Platform. A moment later, the Chief Eunuch, Eunuch Su, came up with a dustpan and announced, "Your Majesty's health has not yet fully recovered. The gentlemen will proceed to the General Council Hall to discuss matters on their own. The letter can be delivered to His Majesty."

It's the General Discussion Hall again.

The emperor has not recovered since he suffered a sudden headache a few days ago. Today is already the eighth day, and none of the memorials submitted have been replied to.

This made the ministers panic. Something happened on the front line, and the emperor was ill. What if...

Everyone who walked out of the Golden Palace was worried, but a few of them exchanged something calmly and then quickly dispersed. Two of them were the ones who had mentioned the military rations earlier.

At this moment, thousands of miles away, the same issue was being discussed in the Bohe military camp as in the Great Zhou court.

Is Gu Yizi dead or not?

"You said that your arrow would hit his heart and he would die for sure, but now you tell me that you are not sure?" Nurban drew out his scimitar and stared at the sharpshooter Manku who was kneeling on the ground with angry eyes.