Chapter 1589 Arriving at the Palace
"If it's just a branch of the Helian family, the Helian family probably won't do anything anymore now that Duanmu Ge is dead," Lu Zijia comforted him.
Even though the Helian family was a top family clan, the Hongtian Empire was still controlled by the royal family. If this matter blew up, even the main family would have to be unable to bear the consequences.
So, this time, the Helian family could only suffer in silence.
Duanmu Heng took a deep breath and suppressed the hatred in his heart. He nodded and said, "I hope so."
Duanmu Ge was already dead, so the guards outside certainly became insignificant. Lu Zijia and the others packed up and left directly in the carriage.
During this period, some guards wanted to stop them, but they were all killed to make an example out of them.
Seeing this, the other guards didn't dare to do anything else and watched helplessly as the carriage Lu Zijia and the others were in got further and further away.
Six days later, Lu Zijia and the others arrived at the imperial city.
As soon as they arrived at the Imperial City, they were directly brought to the palace by the guards arranged by Consort Xian in advance.
"Mother!"
As soon as Duanmu Heng got out of the carriage, he saw Liang Wenmei, who had received the news and was waiting at the entrance of the palace.
"Mother, are you alright?" Duanmu Heng asked with concern.
After being imprisoned for a few years, there were traces of time on Liang Wenmei's face, but she was still gentle and moving.
Liang Wenmei smiled lovingly and looked her son up and down. After confirming that he wasn't injured, she finally relaxed a bit.
"I'm fine. It's just that you've suffered, my son." Liang Wenmei's heart ached.
After so many years, Duanmu Heng felt his mother's warmth and concern again. His eyes reddened slightly. "It's not bitter. I'm not bitter at all. As long as Mother and Father are fine, I think it's worth it."
"Silly child."
Liang Wenmei, who had been holding back, finally couldn't help but tear up at this moment.
Seeing that Duanmu Heng and his mother were reunited, Lu Zijia and the others didn't want to disturb them, so they walked to Liang Zongxing silently and called out to him.
Seeing that they were all safe and sound, Liang Zongxing smiled in relief.
Both parties immediately told each other briefly what happened.
After telling them what happened, Liang Zongxing was silent for a while before saying, "But, His Majesty's situation isn't very good. The alchemists in the Imperial City have already been invited here to take a look, but they can't do anything."
Lu Zijia nodded slightly after hearing that. "Then take me to see His Majesty. If there's a way, I'll definitely do my best."
From what Duanmu Ge said before, it wasn't difficult to tell that this emperor was still protecting Duanmu Heng and his mother in his mind. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been controlled by Duanmu Ge so passively.
Liang Wenmei, who realized that there were other people around, looked at Lu Zijia apologetically and hopefully and said, "Jia'er, thank you."
Liang Wenmei had already heard from her brother, Liang Zongxing, that Lu Zijia died and was reborn, so she wasn't surprised to see Lu Zijia.
Lu Zijia smiled and shook her head. "It's only right."
In her previous life, before she grew up, apart from the Liang family, her second aunt had also helped her a lot. Even a lot of the precious spiritual plants she needed were secretly given to her by her second aunt.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, they went to the palace where the emperor was at.
Seeing that Lu Zijia finished diagnosing, Liang Wenmei asked impatiently, "How is he, Jia'er? His Majesty… Can he be saved?"
Lu Zijia looked at Duanmu Lin, who was lying unconscious on the dragon bed with a pale face like a deceased person. She pondered for a while before saying, "The poison in His Majesty's body has already seeped into his internal organs. Even though I can save his life, I can't protect his cultivation. So, when he wakes up again, he'll only be an ordinary mortal."
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