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Zhu Yijun did not expect Wang Rong to shout at him, and only looked at her and said, "We are sad."

"How sad does Zitong want us to be?" Zhu Yijun asked.

Wang Rong He really wanted to shout directly at him.

Do you know that Imperial Lower Consort Liu died for you?

But you don't care.

You don't care how many women die for you like this in the harem.

Why do you want so many women in your harem? Their youth, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy only depend on you, but you do not know, freely squandered.

They might be other people's wives, they might have a few healthy children, life might not be so smooth, but they were alive every day, and they were not alone in their empty beds.

Do you know that you are committing a crime?

However, she looked at Zhu Yijun who was looking at her worriedly and didn't say anything. She knew that he didn't know, and even if he did, he wouldn't feel that it was a problem. Wang Rong He looked away. She even knew that the current her would not say these words, would not say them no matter how much she wanted to say them. Otherwise, even if Zhu Yijun doted on her and respected her, he would still let her know what kind of husband he was. Unless one day, she would not mind needing Zhu Yijun's care, and she could say it.

Look how hypocritical she is.

You do pity me, but those poor women, looking forward to the harem day and night, could have looked forward to the mercy of His Majesty. Wang Rong and herself were not the Holy Mother, but looking at such a pitiful woman, there was always a sense of sadness. Which imperial concubine wanted the empress's pity?

Hypocritical.

For a moment, she thought too much and then deeply disliked him. Wang Rong and her soft body fell to the side and she fainted.

asked his Majesty to put down the Empress. Zhu Yijun took a look, and how could he allow the Empress to continue lying on this dirty bed, he immediately carried her out, saying that he would return to the palace and sit on the chariot s. Only then did he get people to tell the Imperial Lower Consort Yang who was still in Yonghe Palace that he Palace would let her look first.

"As for the children of the Imperial Lower Consort Liu, let her raise them first." Zhu Yijun said. He lowered his head to look at Wang Rong He, his face pale white, his eyes tightly shut, even his sleeves ripped apart, and he looked even more miserable than when she was with Rong Chang.

However, in a day and night, Imperial Lower Consort Lan gave birth to a weak little princess. It was unknown when she would die and Imperial Lower Consort Liu gave birth to a healthy little princess.

The empress fainted in Yonghe Palace, it was the emperor herself who carried the Kunning Palace back. With this news, the imperial harem was even more at a loss as to whether they should celebrate the birth of a new life or obediently pull back their tails and watch the wind.

After Xu Duzhong checked his pulse, he said to His Majesty, "The Empress was in a moment of desperation and grief before she fainted. She will wake up after lying down for a while, this humble subject will go and boil some medicine to calm my mind and wait for the Empress to wake up before drinking it."

"It's just that the Empress doesn't need to remember this in her heart. It's better to be too sad."

"She is the only one who has such strong feelings for Imperial Lower Consort Liu. The death of Imperial Lower Consort Liu is her life, yet she has to be this heartbroken." Zhu Yijun said softly, "It's just a Imperial Consort Candidate who was a little closer to her during the Chuxiu Palace, and we've never seen them so close after that. She's so sad just like this, if someone a little closer died, how would she live?"

Wang Rong still had tears in her eyes, but Zhu Yijun still used his hand to test her tears, "You are not allowed to cry anymore."

"Imperial Lower Consort Liu wishes for Imperial Lower Consort Liu to raise the little princess. Your majesty must have granted her permission, right?"

"I'll grant you that wish." Zhu Yijun said.

"Your Majesty will promote Imperial Lower Consort Liu to the throne. Let her be buried as an imperial concubine." Wang Rong He said.

"We have agreed as well." Zhu Yijun said, "But if you cry again, I will take it all back."

"Your Majesty, I feel terrible." Wang Rong pulled on Zhu Yijun's sleeves and said.

"I know." Zhu Yijun said, "In the future, when concubines and concubines are produced again, you are not allowed to watch them yourself, you are only allowed to send them back to the palace maid."

"They don't deserve your trouble."

Wang Rong He shook his head. Neither of them said what Wang Rong meant by shouting at him before fainting.

"Don't cry." Zhu Yijun said, "I've never even seen you shed so many tears for us."

Wang Rong didn't want Zhu Yijun to coax her right now. Zhu Yijun's gentle words were torture to her ears.

She had nothing to comfort her.

Wang Rong said that she wanted to sleep, but Zhu Yijun saw that she was only leaving after she had fallen asleep. He also carried Rong Chang back to the Qianqing Palace, not letting her disturb her sleep.

After Zhu Yijun left, Wang Rong called Xu Duzhong over, "Can you help me see if there's anything strange about Imperial Lower Consort Liu's death?"

"Nothing strange." Xu Duzhong said, "When I arrived at Yonghe Palace, I went to ask the imperial physicians who have been there all this time. I went through all the procedures and there were no rare locations, the prescription and the delivery room are all normal. If the Empress is still worried, then we can only lock everyone up and ask again."

"Imperial Lower Consort Liu died from childbirth, they will be questioned about it." Wang Rong He said, "The little princess will be sending it directly to the Imperial Lower Consort Yang. Everyone at Yonghe Palace will be sending it to the Palace Manager's Bureau."

Fangruo accepted the order and went forward.

Xu Duzhong looked at Wang Rong and said, "Empress, the reason I gave birth to a woman is to pass through the gates of hell. The Imperial Lower Consort Liu Empress did not come back, please open up a little."

"Imperial Lower Consort Liu's health is very good." Wang Rong muttered, "If she wasn't determined to die, she wouldn't have gone so easily." Tears rolled from the corners of his eyes and fell onto the pillow.

"You can leave. I want some peace and quiet." Wang Rong He said.

The Imperial Lower Consort Lan's Little Princess had not been able to endure Xi Sans. Originally, because of her weak body, she had only invited a few concubines from the palace to help her, causing her midwife to tremble in fear. However, the Little Princess's crying sound in her hands became smaller and smaller.

The midwife quickly knelt down.

Imperial Lower Consort Lan fainted inside.

The outsiders pretended to be regretful, but in the end they were all muttering in their hearts, Imperial Lower Consort Lan's fate was too bad. She was the first to lose, the second to be born without any chance of survival for three days, His Majesty probably wouldn't allow her to bear a child in the future.

Imperial Lower Consort Jing came over to accompany her, but her son was still there, so she said a few words of consolation. Imperial Lower Consort Lan looked at her with empty eyes, but she couldn't speak further, she could only get up and bid farewell, then ask Beauty Wang to accompany Imperial Lower Consort Lan.

Seeing Imperial Lower Consort Lan's haggard appearance, the Beauty Wang could not help but be shocked, but she still said, "The Empress' luck with the Dao is better than ours. She can be pregnant after just sleeping once, and Empress will still have the chance in the future."

"Imperial Lower Consort Lan looked at the top of the bed, her tears were about to dry up in the past few days. Her requirements were not high, as long as there is a child to accompany her, she would have a backbone to look forward to in this imperial harem. It was just that her luck was good, it was easy to get pregnant, but if the children could not be preserved, what did she need this luck for?" Perhaps this is my life. "

"Empress, don't resign yourself to your fate." The Beauty Wang said.

"To accept your fate in the harem is to wait for death."

"If the Imperial Lower Consort Liu's Empress went, she would be so sad that she wouldn't even be able to get up. But if the Empress went, how could she receive such treatment?" The Beauty Wang said, "I'm afraid other than the Empress Imperial Lower Consort Jing and I, who are crying for the Empress, there's nothing else."

"When I was alive, I didn't ask for this sort of treatment. After I die, I wouldn't care so much." Imperial Lower Consort Lan mocked.

"Empress, when a person lives, he must always be magnanimous." The Beauty Wang said, "How can you be willing to just leave like that?"

"I don't have that kind of heart." The Imperial Lower Consort Lan shook her head, "It would be great if I could go with the Little Princess. The Little Princess, walking alone on the Road to River Styx, would definitely be very scared.

"Empress, even if it's for the little princess's sake, you can't think like this." The Beauty Wang said, "How many princes and princesses were born in the imperial harem, but in the end, there are only so few people, why?"

If the mother is not favoured, it means that the child of a certain concubine will be born one day. Zi Mo, who doesn't even have a rank, no one even knows that he came to this world. " Beauty Wang said, "Empress, are you willing?"

Imperial Lower Consort Lan closed her eyes and did not speak. Beauty Wang also did not try to persuade her.

Her sister was the empress, so what? She was just a lowly beauty who lived in the main hall of the other people's palace, sitting in silence and waiting for the right time to show off her talent.

Just like now, her elder sister was extremely sad because of Imperial Lower Consort Liu's death. She really didn't know whether her Empress elder sister would be this sad on the day she died.

During this period of time, the imperial harem's atmosphere was somewhat dejected, but Zhu Yijun quickly issued four bestowal orders.

The Imperial Lower Consort Jing has done a great job in nurturing the heir, the Jin Imperial Consort Gong.

The Imperial Lower Consort Lan has done a great job in nurturing the heir, the Jin Imperial Consort Lan.

With the help of the Imperial Lower Consort Liu's funeral, she was buried in the Royal Tomb.

The Imperial Lower Consort Yang had done a great job in nurturing her son, the Jin Imperial Consort Yi.

Before the harem, Imperial Consort Guo was one of a kind. But now, she had four more concubines and they were all titled, which made the Imperial Consort Guo feel endless hatred. And similarly, the Imperial Lower Consort Zheng felt the same way.

"If my child is still here, then Feng Fei will have me today." Imperial Lower Consort Zheng rubbed her belly and said, "My child will definitely be a healthy one."

"Damned Imperial Noble Lady Ning." "There will be a day when I will make her pay with her life for my son."

When everything was over for Imperial Lower Consort Liu and the little princess of Imperial Lower Consort Lan, Wang Rong wouldn't be able to stand up again.

It's a real disease.

Xu Duzhong had already lost his head because of Wang Rong and his panic, but Wang Rong was completely powerless, accompanied with low fever and low appetite. As for the palace affairs, they were discussed with Gu Yanxi and the others, they could only report them to her when she was in good spirits.

Zhu Yijun looked at Wang Rong and her anger, Wang Rong and she tugged at his sleeves. I can't decide if my body is going to be sick or not. Your Majesty, don't be angry. "

"Think of Rong Chang, it's been so long since she last saw Imperial Mother, and she can't even sleep soundly, and you're still grieving for someone unrelated!" Zhu Yijun said angrily.

"I feel so sick. Your Majesty, don't blame me." Wang Rong He said.

Zhu Yijun looked at her pitifully, and then lost his temper at Xu Duzhong, "How did you become an imperial physician? Why is it that the empress's body can't be cured over and over again? "

Xu Duzhong could only kneel down and apologize.

"Your Majesty, please don't blame the Imperial Physician Xu. My body is just like that, repeated, yet it is not resistant." Wang Rong He said.

"You can't blame yourself for this, and you can't blame yourself for this. I can only watch on helplessly as you suffer." Zhu Yijun said angrily.

"Your Imperial Majesty can't blame yourself." Wang Rong He said.

"Your Majesty, please give me some time. I will recover slowly." Wang Rong pleaded.