Du Heng touched his nose nonchalantly, thinking that a woman's face could change faster than turning the pages of a book.
Princess Jing'an was obviously angry and ignored him. She went straight back to the dormitory for a lunch break. Du Heng didn't have much time, so he hurried out of the door. The moment his figure turned to the screen wall, he suddenly looked back. Looking towards the bedroom, I saw that the window that was open a crack had been suddenly closed from the inside.
Du Heng smiled silently, waved to the closed window, then turned and walked out of the backyard.
This time he is really gone.
Princess Jing'an carefully opened the window and looked at the lonely screen wall, feeling empty in her heart.
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At this moment, thinking of Princess Jing'an's angry face, Du Heng's heart softened. He subconsciously reached out and touched the jade pendant at his waist.
I really miss her.
"General, Mrs. Lu has gone." The guard who had just been sent to the backyard hurried back and bowed to report to Du Heng.
Du Heng was startled and stood up suddenly: "What's going on? Where is the imperial doctor?"
"My subordinates are here," the imperial doctor hurried over behind the guards, wiping his sweat as he reported back, "I would like to report to Commander Du that Mrs. Lu's fetus is in an abnormal position, and the fetus is too large, so the birth canal of Mrs. Lu is biased." It was very small, so it was really difficult to deliver the baby. The midwife finally touched the baby's head and saw that the baby's shoulders were exposed, but Mrs. Lu was already dead. "
"What about the child?" Du Heng asked again in a hurry.
"When the midwife saw that Mrs. Lu was dying, she was so busy that she came out to report it. She was so busy that she handed over the prepared decoction and asked the midwife to bring it in for Mrs. Lu to take. Then Mrs. Lu regained her composure and held it in. She gave birth to the young master with her last breath," the imperial doctor sighed as he spoke, "I just gave birth to the young master, and Mrs. Lu is not alive. She also lost too much blood, and I am unable to do anything."
"I know," Du Heng nodded, and while looking at the wet nurse who came in with the infant baby in her arms, he ordered the guards, "Now send the young master and the wet nurse to Jietai Temple, and also go to the side courtyard to pick up the eldest son. Send them together."
"Yes, I obey." The guard bowed and agreed, leading the wet nurse out of the main hall.
"Where is Prince Baojun?" Du Heng suddenly asked.
"Mrs. Lu died suddenly. Prince Baojun was so grieved that he kicked us out. He stayed alone in his room to remember Mrs. Lu," the imperial doctor said hurriedly.
"Foolish thing!" Du Heng suddenly threw the tea cup on the ground and smashed it into pieces. While ordering his guards to guard the exits of the palace, he strode towards the backyard.
As soon as he entered the main hall in the backyard, Du Heng felt a strong smell of blood coming to his nostrils. He was used to smelling the smell of blood on the battlefield, but at this time he couldn't help but frown, feeling very uncomfortable.
Right here, just now, a wife risked her life to give birth to a son for her husband.
I don't know if it was because he was getting married soon, but Du Heng felt that his heart had softened a lot, and his steps slowed down slightly, but he still opened the door curtain of the bedroom, and what he saw was blood dripping all over the bed and the floor, as well as the deceased woman. Fear and tears fixed on the face.
Sure enough, Lu Zhihe was nowhere to be seen.
Du Heng did not chase after her in a hurry, but walked forward slowly, took a clean blanket from the soft couch and covered the woman's still warm body.