Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

"Empress?" Nanny Li saw tears in the corners of Wen Yuan's eyes.

She was puzzled. Ling'er had just gone out of the palace to buy rouge, so why were both of them crying?

No matter how strong Wen Yuan's determination was, she couldn't immediately escape from the grief of separation.

"I'm alone and quiet, so don't follow me."

"..."

Nanny Li stared at the lonely back of the Empress. She didn't know what had happened to her own Empress Nian.

Obviously, she has the emperor's favor and will soon give birth to the emperor's eldest son. She will enjoy endless wealth and glory for the rest of her life.

Before she could figure it out, a palace maid came to her and said, "Madame Li, come and see. The Imperial Household Department has sent a batch of hairpins."

"Hey, here I come."

Nanny Li glanced at the imperial concubine, hesitated for a moment, and followed the maid away. Since the empress wanted to be alone, she would go and register the hairpin first, and when the empress was in a good mood, she would ask her what to do with it.

There were so many things sent to Yonghe Palace that the Imperial Concubine didn't even look at any of the rewards and had them all sent to the warehouse.

Hairpins are used in daily life. Nanny Li checked them for the Majesty and kept a few for her daily use.

In the back garden of Yonghe Palace, Wen Yuan stood on a small arch bridge and stared at the koi in the pond in a daze.

Now, her mind was blank.

She didn't have the energy to think about anything. Whether it was Ji Xingyao who left, or the palace that trapped her freedom, everything turned into a mist.

She was lost in the fog, unable to tell the direction. She tried to lift her feet, but she couldn't move.

Looking down, she saw the miasma-ridden swamp beneath her feet, gripping her calves tightly.

She was stuck in the swamp and couldn't move at all.

What a night it is...

"Miss."

Who is calling her?

"The royal concubine."

Wen Yuan came back to her senses from the illusion and subconsciously turned her head away.

She was a palace maid with a very unfamiliar face.

As soon as their eyes met, a murderous intent suddenly flashed in the maid's eyes: "Go to hell—"

Before he could finish his words, a pair of hands used all their strength to push Wen Yuan into the pond.

Wen Yuan widened his eyes in shock, staring at the murderer in front of him.

At this moment, an important piece of information that they had forgotten flashed by.

Ji Xingyao once lost a palace plaque outside the palace.

After the palace badge was taken away by people from southern Xinjiang, they speculated that someone from southern Xinjiang had sneaked into the palace.

When everyone focused their attention on the people from southern Xinjiang who looked conspicuously foreign, no one ever thought that their accomplice had a Han Chinese face!

"Cuckoo~"

Wen Yuan's shock only ended here, and the pool water submerged her body.

呲——

Tinnitus accompanied by severe pain came, and the pool water poured into her ears and nasal cavity. She subconsciously opened her mouth to breathe, but choked on her mouth full of water.

It turned out that drowning was so painful that Wen Yuan could no longer hear the panicked shouts and various footsteps on the bridge.

Even though she was surrounded by cold lake water, she could still feel the warm liquid between her legs.

The blood quickly dyed the water in the pond around Wen Yuan red, and the koi fish that had been fed until they were plump were frightened by the huge impact and fled in all directions.

A secret guard jumped into the lake and carried out the almost unconscious imperial concubine.

"Mother...Mother...Mother..."

Nanny Li's voice had changed in tone, and was so broken by fear that it was almost inaudible.

"Your Majesty, please don't scare me. Someone, someone, go quickly... go and call the imperial physician."

Wen Yuan was dripping with water all over his body, and the blood between his legs mixed with the lake water dragged all over the ground.

With a bang, Nanny Li collapsed to the ground.

"Blood... My Lady... It's all blood."

The entire Yonghe Palace was in chaos, with palace maids coming in and out, constantly delivering hot water to the imperial concubine's room.

A clear basin was sent in and a blood-red basin was taken out.

The imperial physician wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and said, "No, the bleeding won't stop." The temperature in Wen Yuan's body was rapidly dissipating.

"Imperial Physician, please, you must save the Empress." Nanny Li knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately.

The imperial physician glanced at the bedding that had been soaked in crimson and knew there was little hope.

"The Emperor has arrived."

A gust of wind blew in, and Li Zhao, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, rushed in.

"Ah Yuan!"

The scene before him made Li Zhao stagger and almost fall.

"Ayuan——"

Li Zhao grabbed Wen Yuan's hand, which was surprisingly cold, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He stroked her pale cheek with a trembling hand: "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here...you will be fine."

Li Zhao's hands were shaking badly. He put Wen Yuan's hands into his arms and said, "Are you cold? Let me warm you up. It will be fine after I warm you up."

Wen Yuan was in so much pain that she was in a trance and could no longer tell who was around her.

Who came in? Who went out?

Can't see, can't hear.

"Your Majesty, the Queen is bleeding too much. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, Ayuan will be fine. Treat her. If I can't cure her, I will kill all your clans."

Li Zhao was furious, his eyes bloodshot, and scared everyone in the room to kneel down and bow their heads.

All the imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau were waiting outside the door. If one didn’t work, another would come. If that still didn’t work, another would come.

The bleeding did not stop until dark.

There were eight or nine heaters placed on the bed, but no matter how many heaters there were, they could not change the fact that the imperial concubine's life was about to end.

"Your Majesty," the Imperial Hospital's director bravely said, "If this continues, the little prince in the Imperial Concubine's belly might not survive."

The court official swallowed and asked, "Save the elder...or the younger one?"

The eternal question is whether to protect the big or the small.

Li Zhao had waited so long for this child that he even drafted an edict to appoint him as the crown prince.

One can imagine his expectations for this child.

Li Zhao's heart was torn in two. Wen Yuan, who was dying on the bed, had accompanied him through so many years of suffering, but because of his incompetence, he never gave her the position of queen.

Now, it is clear that he has cleared all obstacles.

The three of them should have lived in harmony and become the happiest people in the world.

When the happiness that Li Zhao had been seeking for so many years was right in front of him, why did someone ask him: save the adult or the child?

He wants both!

"Your Majesty, it's too late." The imperial physician's hands were covered in blood.

Li Zhao held Wen Yuan's hand tightly, and opened his cracked lips: "Protect the emperor!"

He lowered his head to Wen Yuan's cold face and murmured pleadingly.

Ayuan, don’t go, don’t go.

I was wrong. I shouldn't have hidden it from you and lied to you.

Please wake up quickly, I will let you beat me and punish me as you like.

Don't leave me, don't leave our children.

A line of clear tears, like broken raindrops, wet Wen Yuan's hair.

Li Zhao gave Wen Yuan a light kiss on the forehead.

Ayuan, do you know how happy I was when I found out you were pregnant?

I can finally make you my queen in broad daylight.

The position of queen is yours from beginning to end.

I never wanted it for any other woman.

Blame me, blame me for not telling you earlier.

Please wake up quickly. The empress coronation ceremony that the Ministry of Rites has been preparing for for so long is about to take place.

Don't you want to join?

A Yuan, please, can you say something to me?

A Yuan.

A Yuan,

A Yuan.......

Wen Yuan didn't hear a word of Li Zhao's murmurs.

For a moment, she thought of the baby in her belly.

They shared a heart for so long, mother and child were connected by heart, but she didn't even know whether the child was alive or dead.

However, her consciousness had begun to fade, and the system's voice rang in her head.

[Host Wen Yuan dies, mission completes, leaves this world and returns to reality.]

Ji Xingyao, who was hiding in a dilapidated temple in the suburbs, suddenly looked up.