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The next day, sunlight shone into the room through the thin curtains, adding a touch of warm color to the entire space.

After finishing breakfast, Xu Zize gently put down his chopsticks, raised his head, and looked gently at Prince Jing who was sitting in the main seat. He said respectfully with a hint of expectation: "Grandpa Wang, I haven't seen Grandma Wangfei since I was a child. Would it be convenient for me to go and pay my respects to her?"

This suggestion was exactly what Jing Chunxi wanted. Last night, Ling'er had been rambling in the garden about her uncle. Those words were like small pebbles, stirring up ripples in Jing Chunxi's heart and preventing her from sleeping well all night.

She was filled with curiosity and dissatisfaction, and she always felt an indescribable concern for the Princess Jing who had cried herself blind. If she had the chance, Jing Chunxi would also like to visit her.

An old woman who cried herself blind for her son must be a very kind and loving mother, worthy of respect and love. Jing Chunxi also looked at Prince Jing expectantly, his eyes revealing a strong desire to go.

When Prince Jing heard Xu Zize's words, the wrinkles between his brows relaxed for a rare moment. He sighed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He recalled how he and the princess had been a loving couple since their youth. However, the loss of their youngest son had left the princess resentful and anxious, leading to her illness and a gradual estrangement between them.

Prince Jing couldn't help but wipe away his tears when he thought of his wife lying on her sickbed. He said in a choked voice, "Alas! The princess could still see vaguely in her early years, but now she has been bedridden for three years. She probably doesn't have much time left. Xiaokang, go and see her. If you don't, you may never have the chance again."

His words were filled with helplessness and regret, as if he was telling about an irreversible past.

Although the "Mulan Courtyard" where Princess Jing lived was in the backyard, it was located in the middle part of the entire mansion and was closest to the second courtyard.

Jing Chunxi had entered the same courtyard once before, in Prince Ping's Mansion. That was the courtyard where she saw two thighs, one white and one black, pressed together before entering the basement.

In other words, the original residents of the courtyard must have been the current emperor and the deposed empress. It was unbelievable that a servant in such a noble mansion as Prince Ping's would dare to have sex in the bedroom of the former masters, who were the emperor and empress.

Jing Chunxi thought to himself, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, revealing a hint of mockery. He secretly said in his heart: "Haha, this is really satisfying."

Princess Jing was lying on a carved bunk bed, covered with a thick purple satin quilt in this season.

The quilt looked incredibly soft, and the delicate patterns embroidered on it made it appear exceptionally gorgeous. However, the princess was so thin that she was just a bag of bones, her cheeks sunken in, her face haggard. Her cloudy eyes stared at the mosquito net above her head, and even when they made some noise as they entered, her eyes didn't even blink.

Her hair had turned gray and was sparsely scattered on the pillow. She looked lifeless, as if she would be taken away by death at any time.

A maid saw them come in and quickly came to the bedside, leaning over to whisper in the princess's ear. She shouted to her, "Princess, the prince is here to see you!"

There was a hint of urgency in her voice, as if hoping for a response from the princess. However, there was no movement on the bed, and the princess remained motionless. Perhaps she hadn't heard what was being said, and she seemed to be unconscious.

Prince Jing sat on the edge of the bed, gently put his hand into the quilt, gently pulled out the princess's palm, which was so thin that not a pound of flesh could be seen, and rubbed the two hands together for a few times.

With a hint of helplessness and sorrow in his voice, he said, "There's nothing we can do. The funeral clothes are all ready. It's better for me to go. I won't have to worry about anything anymore, and I won't have to suffer." As he spoke, a tear fell from the corner of Prince Jing's eye. When he looked at him suddenly, he suddenly felt that he had aged a lot.

This scene made Jing Chunxi and Xu Zize feel very uncomfortable, but there was no way to comfort them.

Prince Jing sighed again and said in a depressed tone, "What a pity! I've been nagging about Chun'er for over twenty years but haven't been able to find her. Even if she could see her again, she would die with peace of mind. I'm the one who has let the princess down!"

After saying this, tears streamed down Prince Jing's face, and two drops even dripped onto the princess's palm. Even so, he was unable to bring the princess back to consciousness.

Jing Chunxi stood aside, watching the scene before her, a trace of sympathy welling up in her heart. She moved towards the princess as if possessed by a force. Xu Zize looked at her strangely, making room for her, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

The princess's face was as pale as a piece of thin paper, without any blood, her eye sockets were sunken, with only a void in her eyes, her lips were chapped, and her ears were curled up.

Jing Chunxi felt something was wrong and quickly put his face close to her nose. He felt the old woman's lips trembling slightly, and every breath seemed extremely difficult, as if it would stop at any time.

She looked extremely weak. Jing Chunxi saw the life slipping away from her bit by bit and felt that she might be taken away by death at any time.

When Prince Jing saw the little girl getting so close to the princess, he was afraid that the princess might infect her with her illness, so he reached out to pull her, but Xu Zize, who was closely watching Jing Chunxi's every move, gently pushed his hand away.

There was a hint of determination in Xu Zize's eyes, as if suggesting to Prince Jing not to disturb Jing Chunxi.

Jing Chunxi stared at Princess Jing's face. It was so thin that only skin remained, and her eyes were hollow and lifeless, but the beautiful outlines of her youth could still be vaguely seen. A face suddenly flashed before her eyes, but the light and shadow were so fast that Jing Chunxi couldn't catch it even if she tried.

However, she soon discovered something was wrong. Why was there a black spot on the princess's face? She was clearly very fair just now, now pale and bloodless, and there was no black spot.

Jing Chunxi couldn't help but pull Xu Zize's sleeve, looked at him strangely and said, "Why is the princess's face so dark?" There was confusion and worry in her voice, and she looked at Xu Zize seriously.

Hearing this, Xu Zize and Prince Jing both leaned over to look at the head of the bed, taking in the princess's entire face clearly.

Looking up again, Xu Zize answered first: "No, it's like this when you've been bedridden for a long time. Your face is just a little pale." He tried to explain, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Prince Jing, on the other hand, gave Jing Chunxi a strange look, then shook his head helplessly. Finally, he sighed and said, "Perhaps the princess is dying soon! It seems we must prepare for the funeral. They say that children can see different things."

His words hinted at Jing Chunxi's uniqueness. Jing Chunxi shook her head helplessly. She knew that what she saw was not an illusion, but she couldn't explain it clearly.

Prince Jing regarded her as a miraculous child whose crown had not yet completely closed.