The stick didn't fall on him again, only the sound of panicked kneeling filling the room was heard.
His vision was blurred, and he could vaguely see a tall, tall figure. Except for the queen mother, only this figure stood in the audience.
That... the young emperor
Xuanji gritted her teeth and climbed up to the pair of boots with yellow bottom and silver thread, struggling to hold onto his shoes.
The figure bent down slightly and touched her shoulder.
The aroma of ambergris flowed from her nose, and the emperor whispered, "Concubine Ai has suffered."
"Save..." The voice choked in his throat.
"I'll call the shots for you."
"Please... save her, she's still just a... child." She pointed at the bloody mass with trembling, and finally fell powerless.
Before the darkness was over, the only thing she could feel was that his fingers on her shoulder froze slightly.
In the dim light, the bed sheet fluttered, and the pain engulfed the feeling of the body.
It seems that there are countless palace people holding copper basins in and out in a hurry.
Full of figures, kneeling on the ground.
"If it can't be cured, you should all bury Nianfei with you."
The voice was nice, but it was tense with anger.
Xuanji's eyelids were heavy, and she only saw the bright yellow hem of her clothes brushing past and then disappearing. Reaching out to grab something, she suddenly fell short. She was startled and sat up.
"Thank goodness, Niangniang, you finally woke up. You don't know that Your Majesty is in a hurry."
A palace maid, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a very delicate appearance, was looking at her with a happy face at the moment.
"You are… "
"The servant's name is Diefeng, and it was sent by His Majesty to serve the maiden. There is a new group of maids in the outhouse who also serve the maiden. Your majesty is afraid of disturbing the maiden to rest, so the maid is here to guard."
Xuanji suddenly remembered something, grabbed Diefeng's hand, and said anxiously, "Where's my old maid? Where is she?"
When Diefeng heard this, his face turned pale, and he knelt down with a plop: "Slave... I don't know."
"Where's the emperor?" Xuanji knew to ask her, but couldn't find any result.
"Hui Niangniang, the morning time has just passed, and the emperor should still be reviewing the memorial in the Golden Palace."
"You take me to find him!"
Diefeng said in fear: "Niangniang, this is inappropriate... Your Majesty will come to see Niangniang."
"No!" Xuanji uttered the word clearly and firmly, she wanted to know the life and death of that child!
Pulling Diefeng and flying in the palace tower. Along the way, he attracted surprised eyes.
She knew that it was impulsive, and she knew that it would be an excuse to be criticized again, but she couldn't control the trembling in her heart and was afraid, if the child died...
"Master, this is the Golden Palace, we, we—" Diefeng grabbed her hand tightly and shook her head desperately.