C307 Prince's death

Ying's death drove Jiapin crazy... My heart and the Emperor's heart are aching. Why is this happening? Why do you always feel that there are so many things in the palace that you don't know about? Was Yin's death due to illness or was it caused by someone else? Yes, no one could know the whole truth … So... Who knows the truth …

In March, when he was finally unable to escape from his illness, he died quietly on a warm spring night …

"Someone wants to harm my child! Someone wants to harm my child! " Jia Ping tightly hugged the pillow in his arms, looking around in fear.

"Mistress, we are watching carefully. We won't let anyone harm prince!" palace maid consoled her in a low voice, "Come, drink this medicine first!"

"Scram!" You want to harm my child, and also want to harm me! " Suddenly, he leaned forward and waved his hand, causing the medicine bowl to fly backwards in an arc.

"Pah!" Rong'er, who had just entered the house, was startled. Looking at the spilled black medicinal juice on the ground, she sighed lightly. Forcing herself to return to a smiling expression, she walked up and said, "Jia Ping, you have to drink the medicine!"

"Elder Sister Rong, someone wants to harm me and my child!" Jia Ping said with confusion in his eyes, his head was in a mess, he hugged his pillow, and patted it lightly: "little prince is good, mother will protect you!"

Rong'er turned to look at palace maid, "Imperial Concubine Ping, have you still not improved at all?"

palace maid's eyes were filled with tears as he nodded his head lightly, "The royal doctors have visited, but they still haven't gotten any better. The master's medicine is also not good to drink, I don't know when it will be ready."

"Go and boil the medicine again, I must make her drink it today." Ever since Yin had died early, he had actually lost his mind and gone mad. She was sometimes sober, sometimes crazy, and after Yin's death, she had been too sad, insisting that Yin had been killed by someone, but only a day later, she had become like this, holding the pillow in her arms and certain that Yin had been the one who had refused to let anyone touch her.

Rong'er walked up to Jia Ping and sat on the edge of the warm brick bed, gently stroking her messy hair. Jia Ping looked up at Rong'er with a smile on his face, and gently traced a finger across his lips, "Shh, Ji'er has just fallen asleep! Don't wake her up! "

Rong'er nodded his head and looked at the smiling face. However, the eyes on that face were empty and lifeless …

In the dead of night, Xuan Ye sat on the warm brick bed as he pondered. Rong'er sat quietly at the side, not uttering a single word.

"We feel that we owe the Empress Renxiao!" Xuan Ye finally broke the silence, and said softly: "With Jia Ping like this, I feel terrible, I feel terrible!"

"Your majesty!" Rong'er looked up and asked in a small, hesitant voice, "Did Yin really die of illness?"

"Imperial Concubine Rong, we sent people to investigate, but we couldn't find any suspicious points regarding the murder. We know that you're suspicious after that incident last time, so of course we'll be suspicious as well, but …" It really should have been a sick death. " Xuan Ye sighed and said.

"But Jiuping always thought that someone was killed …"

"Rong'er, Jia Ping is crazy. Are you crazy too?" Xuan Ye interrupted Rong'er and lightly closed his eyes, "There aren't many harmful things in this palace. We will say it again, we have checked once, and indeed, Yin Jian died due to an illness …"

After accompanying Xuan Ye for so many years, Rong'er knew that Xuan Ye had no intention to continue talking about it. He calmed his heart and did not bring up the matter again, but said: "Your majesty, Jia Ping's illness is caused by a mental illness, when it will heal, even the imperial doctors do not know."

"Yes, I know!" Xuan Ye nodded his head, "It is our shame that something like this happened in our imperial harem!"

"The emperor shouldn't say such things either. Chenqie knows that the emperor doesn't want to do so either. Now that what's happened has already happened, I have to think of a way to resolve it." Rong'er thought for a while and said, "Currently, other than the people from Yikun Palace who are not part of the family, no one else knows about it, not even you and the empress dowager."

"Does This Emperor dare to let others know?" Xuan Ye sighed heavily.

"Your Majesty, your concubine knows, but hiding like this isn't really a solution. A imperial concubine wants to pay her respects to Jia Ping every day, and if you don't get an edict, just say that Jia Ping is seriously ill and is afraid of the wind and is not allowed to be disturbed by the harem, what do you think? On the other hand, I also want the royal doctors to do their best to treat the illness, and hope that the young ones can cure the illness as soon as possible. "

Xuan Ye smiled bitterly, looked at Rong'er, and asked: "Imperial Concubine Rong, do you think that we will hide the news of the decree?"

"But, your majesty, at least no one dares to criticize or say anything. If the emperor doesn't allow it, anyone who says it will lose their head, won't they?"

"Alright, I got it …" Jia Ping, I shall teach you how to take care of her. My care is not enough, if there is anything you need, just open your mouth. I want her to be good, I want her to be good! "

"Your majesty, please visit her more. In this palace, only you can bring happiness to any woman!" Rong'er said with a gentle voice.

"Including you?" Xuan Ye squinted at Rong'er.

"Your majesty, Rong'er is already old and his children are also old. He no longer has the temperament of a little woman and everything is already plain and plain. It's just like how Rong'er's feelings for your majesty have been flowing for a long time. Although it's plain, it's only growing more and more true." Rong'er smiled lightly. "The Emperor has always been happy to see you. Whether you see you or not, Rong'er doesn't care anymore."

"I am an emperor. I have not treated you as well as I did all these years. I know, but I have too many things to do. How can a girl's feelings be overestimated?" Xuan Ye sighed softly, "But you should know that you are really important to us."

Xuan Ye had not said anything like that for a long time now, so Rong'er's heart warmed and he lightly nodded. "How could chenqie not know?

"Rong'er, do you know? Rong Xian is like you! All these years I have doted on her, and she has never begged me for anything. There is something that I have never told you. " Xuan Ye laughed, "Rong Xian has often told me about your good fortune, I was afraid I would forget about you."

"Xian Er this damned girl!" Rong'er said with a smile. She really didn't expect her daughter to be so considerate.

"That's right!" This daughter of mine is really something we can't bear to marry! There is no child in the world more sensible than her! " Xuan Ye gently rubbed his hands together and stood up, "Alright, you can rest, We will return first."

Rong'er stood up to send her off. It seemed like she hadn't slept for a long time. Her body had already lost all of its charm towards the emperor, but at least in the depths of his heart, he still treated her like someone he could talk to …

In a warm room in a courtyard of the harem, a pair of master and servant were conversing.

"Is she really crazy?" The woman in embroidered clothes revealed a trace of surprise on her face.

"Yes, master. Although the emperor has kept this matter a secret, this servant still managed to find out. Imperial Concubine Ping has lost his mind, this is absolutely true!" A middle-aged palace maid replied softly.

"It's not that I want to harm her child, even the heavens are taking it!" The woman coldly laughed, and suddenly revealed a sorrowful expression, "If you hadn't wanted to murder her child, I'm afraid she wouldn't have gone crazy. This is your life, you can't blame me! "

palace maid raised his head and said in a flattering manner, "Mistress, Imperial Concubine Ping won't be bestowed the title of empress anymore. I'm afraid we won't even be able to participate in the official Consort Book Ceremony …"

"Enough!" The woman interrupted palace maid's words, "You will swallow this matter into your stomach, and never let anyone know of it!"

"Yes …" Master! This servant has decreed it! " palace maid hurriedly lowered his head and kneeled down as he replied.

"Go down!" The woman ordered coldly as she turned her head to look outside the window.

April weather, already began to warm up, from the window can see a bright crescent moon, the woman's eyes are full of struggle, am I wrong? Am I wrong? No, it's not my fault, this is all her life! Right, her life!

The woman softly whispered, "Sister, how did you die? Why did I hear all these years that you didn't die of a disease? How did you die? I want to know, I want to know... "Elder sister …"