Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141: Today Is Our Child’s Death Anniversary
Long Xiyuan pushed away Princess Consort Liang, who had stepped forward, ready to console him; Princess Consort Liang directly tumbled headfirst to the ground.
Princess Consort Liang cried out in pain at once, yet Long Xiyuan did not look back, his steps never stopping as he ran out of the hall.
Bai Zhi’er had known Long Xiyuan for quite some time, but it was the first time she had ever seen him lose his composure like this.
She hastily followed after him, calling loudly behind him, "My Lady is in Nanxun Palace!"
Bai Zhi’er realized her legs had gone a bit weak.
It was her first time experiencing the death of a friend, and it was also the first time she had been so powerless in the face of death.
Even though she was a god.
Feng Fuce caught her around the waist at once, preventing her from falling.
"I’ll take you there," he said in a low voice.
Bai Zhi’er nodded, choking back her tears.
Long Xiyuan called out all the way, "Xiru! Xiru!"
By the time he rushed to Nanxun Palace, the Imperial Physicians had already been summoned there by Jin Lian.
They had just finished inserting needles for Fu Xiru, and the room was filled with a foul medicinal stench.
The head of the Imperial Hospital privately shook his head and sighed to Long Xiyuan, "Your Majesty, My Lady’s condition is not very good."
Long Xiyuan’s gaze held a pain as if it had been torn apart.
He gritted his teeth and said hoarsely, "I don’t care what method you use, you must save the Empress’s life!"
At this moment, Jin Lian came out from the inner hall in tears. "Your Majesty, My Lady is awake and wishes to speak with you."
Long Xiyuan hurriedly ran inside.
"Xiru!" He knelt by the side of the bed, grasping the hand Fu Xiru had lifted, clutching it tightly.
"I’m right here, don’t be afraid. The Imperial Physicians said they will cure you." Long Xiyuan’s eyes were already red.
Fu Xiru’s face was as pale as paper, and the pillow was stained by the fresh blood she had just vomited.
She smiled faintly, her breath hanging by a thread. "Your Majesty need not lie to your concubine anymore. This time, your concubine will not get better..."
Long Xiyuan clasped her fingertips tightly in both hands. "No! No! You will definitely recover. I am the Emperor. I will order that all the greatest physicians under heaven be summoned at once!"
But Fu Xiru shook her head.
She spoke feebly, "Your Majesty, have them all withdraw. Your concubine finds it noisy, my head aches."
Long Xiyuan turned his head to look at the group of Imperial Physicians beside him.
His thin lips trembled slightly. "Xiru, if they leave, they won’t be able to give you further acupuncture..."
But Fu Xiru fixed her dark, nearly lightless eyes on him.
"Xi Yuan... I beg you, let them go out..."
This intimate form of address made Long Xiyuan’s whole body shudder.
How long had it been since Fu Xiru had called him like this?
He could no longer remember.
It seemed that back when the two of them had just married, when all was going smoothly, she had coquettishly called him this way.
Long Xiyuan was dazed for a brief instant.
He immediately ordered the Imperial Physicians, "Withdraw beyond the courtyard. Without my permission, none of you are to enter!"
"Send A Ce to lead the Imperial Guard to guard Nanxun Palace. Whoever dares to force their way in is to be executed first and reported later!"
Everyone hurriedly retreated.
Fu Xiru used the last of her strength to sit up, and Long Xiyuan rushed forward to support her.
"Xiru, where do you want to go?"
Fu Xiru pointed to the space beneath a cabinet.
Long Xiyuan walked over in puzzlement. He reached his hand under and finally dragged out a bronze basin.
Inside lay paper money and white candles.
Long Xiyuan’s eyes froze for a moment.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Fu Xiru gave a wan smile, a trace of sorrow in her gaze.
"Xi Yuan, do you still remember, today is our child’s death anniversary..."
Long Xiyuan’s eyes were bloodshot and red. "Xiru..."
His tears dripped onto the yellow paper.
Long Xiyuan’s voice was hoarse, tinged with apology. "I’m sorry. I didn’t know you still remembered. So many years have passed and you never spoke of it. I thought you had forgotten."
