The Queen has arrived: An Lingrong does not want to fight in the palace after her rebirth

The emperor's eyes remained on An Lingrong.

She was so thin that she seemed like she could be blown away by the wind. She stood there with an extremely exhausted look on her face. She did not argue or dispute the Queen's questions, and her expression was filled with deep guilt. The Emperor thought of her stack of detailed records of the epidemic and the good news that came from the Imperial Hospital. He turned his gaze to the Queen and was about to speak.

Concubine Duan, who had been quietly watching the situation develop, suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, I have a question. When Concubine Wen suggested taking the medicine, was the imperial physician available?"

The Emperor turned his head and glanced at Concubine Duan with understanding, and nodded gently: "The three imperial doctors are all here, and I also accept Concubine Wen's advice. The Empress was also present at this matter, so what else is there to doubt?"

The queen was upset. She naturally understood what the emperor meant. However, her goal had not yet been fully achieved. She wanted to make another effort: "I just wonder, what if Wenpin's prescription is wrong and misleads the emperor?"

The Queen was eager to blame An Lingrong, and she made many mistakes while speaking. Concubine Duan seized on this and whispered four words: "Your Majesty is wise."

The Queen then realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly apologized: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I did not mean to do that. I just feel sorry for Noble Lady Fucha who suffered such a great disaster, and even more sorry for the little prince who died innocently. I am in charge of the harem, and everything must be clear. That's why I wanted to ask Concubine Wen."

Each had their own standpoints, and the emperor had no right to blame the queen, so he could only speak: "There is nothing wrong with the use of the medicine. Zhang Mi also said that Yi Xin was too frightened and caused postpartum hemorrhage. There is no need to ask about this matter."

The Queen was unwilling to accept this. She knew that after An Lingrong's enthronement ceremony next month, she would be officially on the royal jade record, and it would be difficult to punish her then. However, when she caught a glimpse of the Emperor's dissatisfied look in his eyes, she was suddenly startled. Could it be that the Emperor had noticed something?

No, the Queen's mind was racing. The Emperor was dissatisfied because he felt that he had not taken good care of Fu Cha, which led to such a tragedy. However, the incident happened in the Yanxi Palace, and the means used this time were covert, so ordinary people could not see through it at all. The Emperor had no real evidence, and he could not do anything to her. However, he could not pursue An Lingrong anymore, otherwise it would alert the Emperor. Therefore, the Queen could only make up for it: "I am overthinking. Concubine Wen and Concubine Fu Cha are sisters, so they naturally care about everything. Your Majesty, it's almost Mao time. I will take care of this place. Your Majesty, please go and get busy first."

State affairs are important, but the emperor still wants to give a few more instructions: "Call the imperial physician."

Zhang Mi hurried out and repeated Fu Cha's situation: "Doctor Jiang's acupuncture is very effective. After taking the decoction, the metrorrhagia has eased."

Hearing that the situation had improved, the emperor's expression finally brightened a little. He once again instructed: "You must do your best. If anything happens to Yi Xin, I will ask the Imperial Hospital for help."

Zhang Mi could only repeatedly promise that he would do his best. Before leaving, the emperor glanced at An Lingrong again and said, "Rong'er, you are seriously ill and weak, and you have been guarding all night. I will leave this place to the care of the imperial physician. You go back and rest first."

An Lingrong shook her head stubbornly: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I can still hold on. I want to go into the bedroom and wait for Sister Fucha to wake up."

Seeing her refusal, the emperor had no choice but to agree: "Just be careful, I'm going to court now."

After saying this, he strode out. The concubines hurriedly saw him off. However, when the emperor reached the door, he stumbled. Su Peisheng was so scared that he hurriedly supported him. After calming himself down, the emperor continued to move forward steadily.

After the emperor left, An Lingrong went into the inner room to wait.

After taking several doses of medicine, Noble Lady Fucha's hemorrhage was finally stopped, but she was still in a coma. The imperial doctors breathed a sigh of relief and then waited and observed in the bedroom.

An Lingrong was actually glad. She didn't know how Fu Cha would face the sudden loss of his child when he woke up. She was even more afraid that she would be too sad and suffer from hemorrhage again. Falling asleep would allow her body to recover. It would not be too late to deal with this matter after her body stabilized.

An Lingrong stayed by the bed without moving, but her body was too weak and she had exhausted too much energy during the night, so she could no longer hold on and finally fell asleep beside Fu Cha's bed.

An hour later, when she woke up, she saw the queen and everyone else gathered in the bedroom.

Chun'er's clear voice rang out: "Empress Wen, you are finally awake. After you fell asleep, everyone wanted to carry you back to your bedroom, but the Empress said that you were worried about Sister Fucha, so why not let you stay here? Are you feeling better now?"

An Lingrong was extremely annoyed by Chun'er's innocence at this time. She didn't even look at where she was. How could Fu Cha sleep well when she was yelling like this? An Lingrong didn't answer Chun'er immediately, but looked at Fu Cha on the bed first.

Seeing that Fu Cha was still sleeping with steady breathing and her pale face finally had some color, she felt a little better and turned around to say, "Thank you very much for your consideration, Queen. I am fine."

After saying this, she said nothing more. At this moment, she wished that everyone would leave Fu Cha's bedroom. However, she also knew that as soon as she opened her mouth, the Queen would have countless reasons to refute her. Amid the quarrels, it would be difficult for Fu Cha to have some free time, so it would be better for her to remain silent and buy some more time.

But this time, the queen rarely continued to pester him, and only said softly: "It's good that you woke up. I will leave this to you. I will bring people to wait outside."

The Queen's abnormal behavior made An Lingrong alert again. After watching the Queen leave, she carefully checked the bedroom, but still found nothing.

After more than an hour, Noble Lady Fucha woke up.

As if she had something in mind, she glanced around when she woke up, then tears welled up in her eyes and she asked sadly:

"Lingrong, is the child gone?"

An Lingrong looked at her tears and felt as if her heart was being tortured. She couldn't think of how to tell Noble Lady Fucha the truth.

Noble Lady Fucha saw her reaction and cried even harder: "Is he a boy or a girl? What does he look like? I never even saw him once and he left like that. It's my fault that I didn't protect him."

Such sad words made An Lingrong even more sad. She held back her tears and said, "The Emperor has already ordered a grand funeral for the little prince. Please accept my condolences, sister."

When she heard that it was the prince, Noble Lady Fucha became even more heartbroken. Her hopes, her family's hopes, were all gone. She could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears, crying heartbreakingly and sorrowfully.

"Sister, you are in good health, you must not be so sad. If you are really sad, you can beat and scold An Lingrong however you want, but you must not harm your body." The guilt in An Lingrong's heart was constantly growing. At the same time, she had to worry about Fu Cha's health. She rushed forward to hug Fu Cha and kept comforting her. However, Fu Cha was immersed in grief, and no matter what An Lingrong said, it was useless.

Finally, Zhou Bing stepped forward and said, "My Lady Fucha, please listen to my humble advice. Being sad will not help. Instead, it will accelerate the deterioration of your health. If anything happens to you, there will be no future. My Lady, please understand."

After hearing this, Fu Cha slowly stopped crying, but she was still sobbing. An Lingrong felt a pain in her heart as if it was being cut by a knife, but she dared not show it on her face and stayed with her carefully.

When the Queen heard Fucha crying, she stopped everyone and said, "Poor girl, no mother can bear the pain of losing a child. Let her cry. After she cries, life has to go on."

Everyone praised the queen for her kindness, and she looked at the fire burning in the house and smiled meaningfully.