GBP Chapter 169 Consort Fucha
Chapter 169 Consort Fucha
Zhen Huan remained lying unconscious on the bed with her eyes tightly closed, as if she had lost all vitality.
Jinxi quietly stood guard by the bedside, her gaze fixed on Zhen Huan's face, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety.
Jinxi would occasionally reach out and gently wipe the cold sweat from Zhen Huan's forehead.
They were afraid that even a little bit of coolness would make Zhen Huan uncomfortable.
Her movements were gentle and careful, as if Zhen Huan were a fragile treasure.
However, the situation in Liuzhu, who was in the isolation room, became increasingly serious.
The high fever plunged her into a deep coma, and she kept murmuring, "Save the Empress..."
The voice was so faint that it evoked pity in the listener.
Wei Lin was running back and forth between the two rooms, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
While keeping an eye on Zhen Huan's condition, he did his best to cool down Liu Zhu, who had contracted smallpox.
However, despite his best efforts, Liuzhu's condition did not improve.
The red rashes on my body are increasing, and my breathing is becoming rapid.
Xiao Yunzi quickly returned carrying many medicine bags.
Upon seeing this, Wei Lin hurriedly took the medicine and quickly began to decoct it.
After the medicine was decocted, Wei Lin had it brought to Zhen Huan's room.
Jinxi carefully helped Zhen Huan up and let her lean against her chest.
Then he fed the medicine into Zhen Huan's mouth spoonful by spoonful.
Wei Lin rushed to Liu Zhu's room to check on her condition.
Wei Lin didn't want such a loyal servant to die so young.
However, the life of the pearl seems to be fading away little by little.
Her face grew paler and paler, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.
The others looked at the dying Liuzhu, their hearts heavy, unsure of what to do.
A heavy sorrow permeated the Broken Jade Pavilion.
Everyone felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe.
The next day, after a long wait, Zhen Huan slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, and it took her a while to gradually refocus.
When she saw Jinxi's face covered in tears, her heart tightened.
Zhen Huan's voice was so weak it was almost inaudible as she asked with difficulty:
"What about Lingxi and Hongzhan? How are they?"
When Jinxi heard Zhen Huan inquire about the twins, she felt a pang of panic.
Her gaze involuntarily dared to avert, and she dared not look directly into Zhen Huan's eyes.
She was genuinely afraid that Zhen Huan would be further agitated by this news, which would worsen her health.
After all, Zhen Huan had just survived a life-or-death ordeal, and her body was already like a tattered rag.
If she suffers another blow like this, she may not be able to hold on, and may even never wake up again.
Moreover, Jinxi dared not tell Zhen Huan about Liuzhu contracting smallpox.
She feared that this news would be the last straw that broke Zhen Huan's back, causing her to completely collapse.
However, although Jinxi didn't say anything,
Zhen Huan quickly remembered the fact that Lingxi and Hongzhan were no longer alive.
Her two children, whom she had finally managed to give birth to, lost their lives to smallpox.
This sudden blow struck Zhen Huan like a thunderbolt, and her world collapsed instantly.
She stood there, stunned, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, crying out in utter despair:
"God, why are you doing this to me!"
Zhen Huan's screams echoed in the room, filled with despair and sorrow, making one's heart ache.
With this scream, Zhen Huan coughed up another mouthful of blood.
The bright red blood splattered on the green sheets was a shocking sight.
After spitting out that mouthful of blood, Zhen Huan felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she collapsed limply onto the bed.
Her eyes became empty and lifeless, as if she had lost all vitality and hope.
Seeing this, Jinxi quickly stepped forward and gently patted Zhen Huan's back, hoping to offer her some comfort.
At the same time, she tightly gripped a handkerchief in her hand, carefully wiping the blood from the corner of Zhen Huan's mouth.
Tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.
Jinxi sobbed uncontrollably, saying, "Your Majesty, you must take care of yourself."
This smallpox disease killed her two children, and she had no relatives left in the world.
There has been no news of Yu Rao for so many years, it is very likely that she is also gone.
Zhen Huan was stunned for a moment, then tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried out in heartbreak:
"God, why are you doing this to me!"
Zhen Huan screamed and spat out another mouthful of blood.
After spitting out that mouthful of blood, Zhen Huan collapsed onto the bed, her eyes vacant, as if she had lost all her vitality.
Jinxi quickly stepped forward and gently patted her back.
Holding a handkerchief, she wiped the bloodstains from Zhen Huan's face, sobbing uncontrollably as she said:
"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself."
Zhen Huan turned her head blankly, her voice weak yet carrying a hint of determination:
"What's the point of me living? Without my child, what meaning does my life have?"
Seeing Zhen Huan like this, Jinxi felt a pang of sorrow in her heart, and she softly comforted her:
"Your Majesty, you must pull yourself together!"
Princess Lingxi and Prince Hongzhan are both waiting for you to seek justice for them.
After a pause, Jinxi said, "Everything was fine in the palace, so how could smallpox suddenly break out?"
"This must be someone deliberately causing trouble, bringing smallpox into the palace, which is why the little princess and the little prince died..."
Zhen Huan's eyes suddenly sharpened. She clenched her fists tightly and said through gritted teeth:
"Alright, I'll get to the bottom of this! Whoever it is, I won't let him get away with it!"
Her voice, though not loud, was filled with determination and anger.
Zhen Huan has never been one to accept things passively. Now that her child has been brutally murdered, how can she let it go?
"I have nothing left now," Zhen Huan said in a low voice.
"But even if it costs me my life, I will make those who harmed my child pay the price!"
Seeing the renewed fighting spirit in Zhen Huan's eyes, Jinxi felt a little more at ease.
When Zhen Huan thought of avenging herself and her child, she temporarily put aside her grief.
She began to calmly consider who was behind this incident.
Lost in thought, Zhen Huan unconsciously murmured to herself:
"Jinxi, do you think this incident might have been orchestrated by Consort Shu?"
Upon hearing Zhen Huan's words, Jinxi's face showed a very surprised expression. She quickly said:
"Your Majesty, why would you think that?"
The first person to contract smallpox this time was Consort Shu's sixth prince!
As the saying goes, even a tiger won't eat its cubs; Consort Shu only had one son, the Sixth Prince.
She doesn't like to compete for favor, so the only person she can rely on in the future is the Sixth Prince.
How could she possibly take such a huge risk to do something like that?
Zhen Huan frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"I'm just guessing, but I understand what you're saying."
But the situation in the palace is complicated now. Consort Shu may seem indifferent to worldly affairs, but who knows what she may be up to?
Moreover, the smallpox outbreak was suspicious; her sixth prince contracted it first, so it might just be a ruse.