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When Zuo Rulan saw the serious expression on Bi'er's face, she had a bad premonition. Her heart rose, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

As he said this, he unfolded the paper. The paper was very simple, but it was like a bolt from the blue.

The side consort was in critical condition.

If someone else had brought it, Zuo Ran Fan naturally wouldn't believe it. However, Bi Bi had brought the note, so there was no doubt about its authenticity. However, Qing Lian was still fine before he left, so why was she suddenly in danger? The paper rolled into her palm. "Bi, what's going on?"

Bi Bi lowered her head, bit her lips, and sighed. "Mistress, this is true. I hope you can take one last look before you die."

"One last glance!"

Those four words were sorrowful. Zuo Rulan Fan's mind played back that lotus-like girl, the girl who silently awaited his love.

No matter how upset he felt, he still bore with the woman. He owed her too much, and her last request, how could he reject her, how could he reject her?

In his heart, besides the deep guilt, Meng Qinglian felt pity for her talent. She was infatuated with him, and he felt that she was like a bosom friend, not a lover, but a bosom friend who could be trusted.

When he suddenly found out that she was in critical danger, he recalled that she had not been feeling very well ever since. He blamed himself deeply. Why didn't he notice? Why didn't he follow the doctor's instructions all those years ago and get someone to take good care of her?

She had given him a son, but had not received any of his care. Zuo Ran Fan did not dare think that if Meng Qinglian really did marry her, then he would never be able to clear up all his debts, and he would never be magnanimous again for the rest of his life.

Zuo Rulan didn't know that the doctor in the past was Yao Sisi. He just didn't know that when he returned and saw her again, he had another rival in love.

"Bi, prepare your horses and return to the capital immediately!"

Zuo Rulan Fan looked out of the window bitterly. The moonlight seemed soft and hazy, yet she was a bit self-deprecating and alert.

"Yes, Mistress."

The four of them looked at each other and understood each other tacitly.

The two fast horses galloped out of Rose City that night, the dust from their hooves splashing into the air, and the sound of their hooves gradually becoming inaudible. Rose City had regained its peace under the night sky, but for her, or for him, as long as it wasn't a peaceful life, it was still going on.

"You Lan, has the prince returned?"

Youlan turned her head and took the soup from the maid, "Miss, Prince has already rushed back to our residence. If the soup gets cold, then it won't be good."

Meng Qinglian pushed him away and shook her head, "Youlan, I don't want to drink it. Please help me out."

You Lan quickly put the soup back on the tray and then pushed Meng Qinglian back onto the bed. The tip of her nose turned astringent as she secretly wiped away her tears. "Miss, how can you still be so stubborn? The imperial physician has already told you to take care of yourself, you mustn't go out."

"Youlan, it's precisely because this is the time that I want to go out for a walk. I'm afraid this is the last time."

"Miss, You Lan forbade you to speak nonsense."

Meng Qinglian stretched out her hand to caress Youlan's little face. Seeing the wetness on Youlan's fingers, she smiled and said, "Youlan, I don't know what my body looks like. Don't cry anymore. Can you help me out and wait for your highness? "

You Lan rushed into Meng Qinglian's arms, sobbing, "Miss, you'll be fine, I won't let anything happen to you."

"Alright, stop crying. Everyone has their own lives, there's nothing to be sad about it."

She did not complain like the other dying people, nor did she cry like the others. At this moment, Meng Qinglian was very calm, as if the one dying was not her, but someone who did not matter. Or perhaps she saw death as a kind of relief, a kind of eternal escape from pain.

"Miss, if you die, Youlan will not live. Youlan is willing to follow you with her life and death."

Meng Qinglian was shocked. She sternly stared at the young maid, You Lan, and scolded her, "You Lan, stop talking nonsense!"

Realizing that her tone was too harsh, she said softly, "You can't die, Youlan. You still need to take good care of my young child. If you come with me, who else can I give my child to? Do you want me to die without being able to rest in peace?"

"Miss, I didn't, I didn't!"

"Okay, Youlan, I'm not dead yet, help me out!"

Perhaps this was her last wish. How could she bear to let her master leave and not be at ease? In her heart, she knew that the one her master hated the most was the prince, and the one she most wanted to see was the prince.

Her heart ached, but she couldn't show it. She didn't want her master to feel any more discomfort. Wiping her tears, she nodded and supported Meng Qinglian out of the room.

The Royal Mansion was still the same as it was over a year ago, but now, things had changed. Meng Qinglian mustered her courage and let Youlan carry her step by step towards the entrance of the Royal Mansion. She hoped that when she arrived at the entrance, she would be able to see the person who made her sad and happy.

"Miss, we're almost at the entrance of the prince's mansion."

"Right."

Meng Qinglian weakly agreed. She put more than half of her weight on Youlan, the maid. She told herself to hold on for a bit. If she held on for a bit, she would be able to see him.

Ten minutes later, the master and the servant stood at the entrance of the mansion. Other than a few guards, there was no one else in sight. Meng Qinglian's last hope and fantasy had also collapsed.

"Heavens, is it even a dream to die in the arms of my beloved?"

Youlan looked at her master, whose mind was in danger and whose face was completely ashen. She panicked, unable to control her tears, and comforted him with a choked voice, "Miss, the king will come back, wait a little longer, the prince and the others are already on their way."

Meng Qinglian, who had already given up all hope, was filled with hope again as she stubbornly looked into the distance.

"Drive."

Outside the capital, two galloping horses had arrived. In the blink of an eye, they had entered the gates of the capital. Immediately, a master and a servant, a tall and a short, a handsome and a young.

"Miss, let's go back and rest first. We'll drink some water and wait for the prince."

"No, I'll wait."

Meng Qinglian's feet were trembling, her face was haggard, and her lips were turning paler. You Lan could clearly feel that her master was getting colder and colder. She prayed for Zuo Rulan Fan to come back soon. "Be faster, be faster!"

As time passed, Meng Qinglian's hands became colder and her hopes became slimmer. Her body became limp and she fell to the ground.

You Lan anxiously rushed forward and shouted, "Miss! Miss! Don't scare me! Hold on a little longer! One hit!"

Meng Qinglian blinked. "We can't wait. We can't wait!"

After which, he closed his eyes tiredly.

"Miss!"

You Lan cried out while holding Meng Qinglian. Her tears fell on Meng Qinglian's pale face. This was the first time in her life she cried so bitterly.