Travel through Shen Meizhuang to open the system and walk sideways in the harem

Wen Shichu was stunned when he heard this. His mind went blank at this moment. "Everything will be arranged by the Imperial Concubine. I will fully cooperate!"

Shen Meimei was angry. It was already this late and she was still asked to make the decision.

Never mind, Wen Shichu is always like this. Shen Meimei sighed inwardly and said:

"Send Jinghe out of the palace. You are the imperial physician. In order to reduce the harm to the child, you must quickly find a way to make Jinghe look as if she were dead!"

Wen Shichu took out a silver needle and pricked Jinghe's forehead a few times. He then took out some powder, dissolved it in water, and fed it into the child's mouth with a spoon. Soon Jinghe "died"!

After doing all this, Shen Meimei adjusted her mood. She was going to start acting, showing how heartbroken she was.

Before Wen Shichu could react, Meimei could only cry out, "Jinghe, child, your mother hasn't even had a good look at you yet, why are you leaving?"

When Longyue outside the door heard that Jinghe was dead, she was so frightened that her body couldn't help but tremble.

"Father, I didn't mean to harm my sister!"

Longyue's voice was filled with fear and regret. She lowered her head, not daring to look the emperor in the eye.

She knew she had caused a big disaster and her heart was filled with self-blame and regret.

The emperor's anger was ignited, and his eyes flashed with anger and disappointment.

He pushed Longyue away and walked quickly towards the side hall.

His steps seemed a little unsteady, but the grief in his heart prevented him from stopping.

When the emperor walked into the side hall, a feeling of sadness hit him.

He saw a small figure lying on the bed. It was a child who had just learned to laugh.

There was still an innocent smile on her face, as if telling people how happily she had lived.

However, at this moment this little life has passed away.

Shen Meizhuang lay on the bed, unable to control her pain. Her crying filled the whole room, making people feel pity.

Her hair was disheveled, and her tears soaked Shen Meimei's hair. Her sorrow was so deep that her body was shaking.

Wen Shichu knelt on the ground, his face full of helplessness and sadness.

"Your Majesty, I have done my best. Princess Jinghe has already gone!"

The emperor gently stroked Jinghe's face, feeling her coldness. His fingers trembled slightly, as if he wanted to grasp the last bit of warmth.

The emperor helped Shen Meimei up and said, "Mei'er, Jinghe is gone. I know you are very sad, but if you are so sad, Jinghe will also be sad. Listen to me. I will personally take charge of Jinghe's funeral!"

When Shen Meimei heard that the emperor was going to preside over Jinghe's funeral in person, she thought that was not possible. What if it was discovered that Jinghe was still alive? Wouldn't that expose the truth?

She quickly adjusted her mood, "Your Majesty, I have been in the palace for eight years, and I only have this one daughter. Please let me send her off in person. No matter how sad I am, I cannot let Your Majesty preside over the funeral!"

The emperor sighed, "Okay, as long as it can make you feel better, you can arrange everything!"

Shen Meimei hid her tears, she stood up and walked to Longyue, "Tell me, how did you bring Jinghe out?"

Longyue looked at the emperor, then at Imperial Noble Consort Duan, and burst into tears, "Empress Hui, I crawled out of the dog hole. Jinghe had just learned to crawl, so she crawled out with me!"

Sure enough, Shen Meimei saw that Jinghe's knees were worn out. An eight or nine-month-old child followed his four-year-old sister to crawl from Taohuawu to Qingliang Palace in such hot weather.

Thinking of this, Shen Meimei became sad again.