C217 floral blooming

It had rained in the early morning. A dozen or so days ago, the rose in the corner of the wall had sprouted.

Zhong Miao Yi's mood seemed to have broken through mud as she held Aunt Sun's hand and laughed for half a day.

In the past few days, it had grown even more ferocious, as if it had used all of its previous strength to increase by leaps and bounds.

Princess Xian's stomach was almost full, but there was still no movement. On the contrary, it was the rose that was growing stronger and stronger. It looked like it was about to blossom.

Zhong Miao Yi hoped that it could grow a little faster, so that Concubine Xian would dare to see the full bloom of the moon before it gave birth to its children.

Aunt Sun would often sigh to this Rose: "Tell me, why did it not move for so long, and only grow out after such a long time?"

Zhong Miao Yi was always full of herself: "Probably because Aunt taught me to let go of this matter. Yue Ji felt that she still needed to work hard enough, so she worked hard and grew up."

The Aunt Sun was amused, she pulled the Concubine Xian and told her what the Zhong Miao Yi had said, which made the Concubine Xian laugh too.

But in truth, behind his back, the Aunt Sun was worrying.

"The Madam has already reached the term of childbirth, but why is the child still not showing any signs of life?" She had told Ah Jiu this in private, and the Ah Jiu was puzzled. She asked the Aunt Sun why he was worried.

Aunt Sun only shook her head, probably afraid that she would panic.

Zhong Miao Yi actually hoped that Concubine Xian could endure for another ten days. She calculated that as long as there were still another ten days, the rose would definitely bloom.

The Concubine Xian laughed, looking at the Yue Ji who had grown tall enough, she said to the Zhong Miao Yi: "You're right, this garden was originally barren, but now with the green, it doesn't seem as lifeless as before. I'm already old, after living here for so long, I'm used to it.

It was a pity. I don't know if I can still see it. Consort Xian didn't say anything else. The closer the day came, the more she opened her eyes.

This day had finally come, and she had finally endured to the end.

Every day, she clearly knew that she was about to die, but no one could say exactly when she would die or which day she would die.

Zhong Miao Yi didn't really understand how despairing Concubine Xian was in waiting for her death, but she sincerely hoped that at the end of her life, Consort Xian would be able to see the flower she liked.

It was kind of like that. Her last thought.

In the days that followed, it was as if the heavens had finally pitied her and Xian Fei.

Consort Xian was still motionless, but the rose was already budding.

Zhong Miao Yi kept watch every day and would often stare at the clock the whole morning. No one would listen.

Ah Jiu was already used to it, it was useless for him to persuade her no matter how hard he tried.

Aunt Sun was busy preparing some medicine for the Consort Xian to replenish her energy. The few aunts were all together discussing, but this child was not willing to come until the end of the day, as her size would definitely not be small. When that time came, the Empress would not be able to keep up with her strength, and would have to resort to extreme means if she was unable to give birth to him.

These were all private conversations, and apart from a few aunts, no one else was aware of them.

It was fine for the Zhong Miao Yi to look at it herself, but she still had to drag Consort Xian to look as well. The Concubine Xian was very heavy and could only stand for a short while before she found it hard to stand, but at this point, even the Concubine Xian felt that something was wrong, "It's already been a month, why is this child here? There's no sound at all? "

"Everyone says that a child is born late and is smart. This child of the Empress must be an intelligent and sensible child. He knows that the flower has not bloomed yet and is waiting for the Empress to see it before he comes out."

After saying that, she acted like she was responding to the Zhong Miao Yi, she lightly exclaimed, and instantly widened her eyes: "He moved!"

Zhong Miao Yi also shockingly reached out her hand to touch it. After a long while, she really felt that it had moved. "Empress, he can understand our words. This child is definitely a smart child."

Even though Zhong Miao Yi said this to coax her, Consort Xian was still happy.

She couldn't grow up with this child, so she could only assume in her heart that he was a smart and sensible child.

Consort Xian pulled Zhong Miao Yi back to her room and whispered, "Miaoyi, give me your child's name."

Zhong Miao Yi became serious: "Why? Empress, this child should be named after you. "

The tricks played at the side of the palace, I have experienced more than you do. This child is your youngest brother, and in their eyes, he is a descendant of the useless monarch. Empress Dowager, concubine, no one will let you go, you must hold onto Su Zeyi tightly.

The Zhong Miao Yi lowered her eyes: "Empress, the Imperial Court will not be peaceful."

「 We're in the assembly hall. You and Tang Yao still have more.」 When the Concubine Xian said these words one by one, Zhong Miao Yi's heart trembled.

"Tang Yao is a loyal child, he will help you, and Su Zeyi will need his help as well. Don't be afraid, you are not alone, as long as you hold onto Su Zeyi's heart with all your might, you will never be by yourself, Miaoyi, perhaps I am being too selfish by saying this, but I beg you, as a mother, I beg you, to let him live. No matter what, you two are the only two of us in this world."

Zhong Miao Yi wrinkled her nose, and nodded her head as she choked with emotions, "Empress, don't say anymore. Miao Yi knows what to do, and I will definitely protect him.

The Consort Xian believed in her. In the past two months, she had already believed that the Zhong Miao Yi would grow to become someone she could trust and entrust.

She had survived the apocalypse, she had stopped, she had survived, she had been reborn, there was nothing for her to do.

In order to survive, in order to protect one's last hope, how far could one go?

Zhong Miao Yi told herself that she had to lower her head to the person whom she hated.

Lowering one's head was not for submission, not for submission. It was for one day when one raised their head, they would have the power to make a sound, and be powerful enough.

There was still a lot that she could do.

Consort Xian took a deep breath and opened a small box that she had already placed on the table. "Inside this box is the clothes and shoes I made for this child. Since I can't put it on myself, I'll give it to you. When he can wear it, let him wear it. I'll be satisfied."

Zhong Miao Yi looked over, and saw that it was arranged neatly. She didn't know how many exactly, but it was definitely the limit of what the Concubine Xian could do.

These things were laid out one by one as if they were final words, but it was true. That was the last words.

After saying this, Consort Xian finally let out a sigh of relief.