Chapter 1595: Chapter 1588: Rong Yun’s Childbirth Crisis

"What does Your Highness mean by this? If you don’t hand over the letter from Beiling City, don’t blame us maids for reporting directly to the emperor!" Xiao Xiang said through gritted teeth, unable to resist giving Li Yunshu a glare.

"How dare you! Is this a place for you to shout and bellow, the third concubine’s Fengqi Palace?" Chun Xing stood on the steps and scolded, her voice carrying the same haughty coldness as Li Yunshu, "Our mistress has taken something from Beiling City and didn’t tell you, Your Highness, that is for your own good. You’d better be grateful."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xiao Xiang really wanted to rush up and punch her.

"Does Sister Chun Xing mean that there is bad news from Beiling City?" Hong Xiu held Xiao Xiang’s hand and asked with a frown.

"You are somewhat clever," Li Yunshu said with a raised slender eyebrow, the tip sketching out a sharp curve, "All the relatives from Beiling City are dead, without a trace. If Your Highness knew, would she still be able to give birth properly?"

"What are you saying?" Nanny Yan felt a tremor in her heart at once.

Li Yunshu was delighted to be dragging them along here, even deigning to show them the things from Beiling City.

When Nanny Yan saw the letter, she nearly fainted.

"Auntie!"

Hong Xiu and Xiao Xiang hurriedly supported her from behind, but when they saw the content of the letter clearly, they were heartbroken.

"The final letter from the Crown Prince... He and the Imperial Consort have been in a disaster?"

Xiao Xiang stuttered out, seeming to doubt her own eyes.

Tears in their eyes, Nanny Yan, Hong Xiu, and Xiao Xiang supported each other as they left Fengqi Palace.

Outside the palace walls, they dared not cry out, holding in their suppressed and deep emotions, as if to crush the feelings hard inside their hearts.

What to do if Rong Yun hears of this news...

"Something terrible has happened! Auntie! Auntie!"

"Her Highness is having a difficult childbirth!"

"Auntie!"

Not far away, a palace maid from Zhi Luo Palace hurried over in a panicked state, "Someone sent a message into Zhi Luo Palace, saying... saying that the Noble Consort and the Crown Prince from Beiling are dead, and after Your Highness found out, she was desperately grieved and is now in the midst of a difficult labor!"

"What?" Nanny Yan instantly snapped back to reality.

She turned her gaze back to Fengqi Palace and thought rapidly, "Your Highness... Your Highness! This is terrible!"

Without their notice, they had fallen for Li Yunshu’s scheme!

Rong Yun’s labor caused an uproar in the previous court session, and Qin Muyan, having just left the session, hurried over.

Inside Zhi Luo Palace, palace guards and maids knelt filling the courtyard; the four most skilled court physicians all knelt inside the main hall, where there were the heartbreaking shrieks of Rong Yun and basin after basin of blood being carried out.

Qin Muyan paced back and forth in the courtyard, his face reddening, "How could this happen? How could this happen! Who leaked the news?"

"Emperor! It was a maidservant from Beiling, claiming she missed the past and came to find Her Highness. She reported the matter of the Noble Consort and the Crown Prince from Beiling, agitating Her Highness’s emotions," Wei Jue had already investigated the matter thoroughly.

"Kill her! That lowly maidservant!" Qin Muyan roared in anger.

How dare she disturb Rong Yun’s pregnancy!

He issued an order for complete news lockdown throughout the entire imperial palace, all because of a minor maidservant’s disturbance!

"That maidservant committed suicide right in front of Her Highness..." Wei Mingze said somberly.

At that moment, he was standing guard by Rong Yun’s side, thinking he could protect her completely, but unexpectedly...

Wei Mingze’s guilt and self-reproach surged over him like raging waves!

Qin Muyan drew Wei Mingze’s sword and frantically chopped at the stone lion in the courtyard, "Damn it! If anything happens to Jingjing and the child, I will thoroughly investigate everyone in the palace! Let’s see who allowed such a malicious person to enter!"

They had harmed his Jingjing and child!

Grandma Yan and the others had rushed back, but it was already too late; after cleansing her hands and body, she went to Rong Yun’s bedside. Rong Yun’s complexion was pale as she had lost much blood, and Grandma Yan held Rong Yun’s hand, "Your Highness, hold on, childbirth is inherently painful, but once we get through this pain, it will be over."

"I... my mother and elder brother, the Crown Prince, they’re both dead! They’re all dead!"

Rong Yun’s ashen face gazed at Grandma Yan and she cried heart-wrenchingly, "Why! Why has no one told me! Why did my mother and elder brother die! They were perfectly fine in Beiling City..."

Why did they die when she wasn’t in Beiling City?

"Your Highness! Nothing has been determined yet, it could be rumors! Someone may be intentionally harming you; don’t fall for their tricks... conserve your energy and focus on the delivery!"

Grandma Yan herself was becoming somewhat unsettled, but she had to try her best to comfort Rong Yun.

"My mother’s jade pendant is shattered... It was her favorite! It was a gift from father!" Rong Yun held in her hand a piece of broken jade, an object that Imperial Consort Yu had worn daily during her life.

She wouldn’t believe anything else, but how could she be mistaken about her mother’s belongings?

Grandma Yan knelt at the bedside, weeping and shaking her head, "My majesty, Your Royal Highness the princess! Please, don’t think too much! Even if the spirit of the Imperial Consort is in heaven, she couldn’t bear to see both you and your child harmed! You must hold on!"

"I..." Rong Yun trembled with sobs, "I want to see my mother! I wish for my brother’s safety! Ah—"

Rong Yun’s grievous cry was tragically piercing, making even the most experienced midwives in the imperial palace shake their heads, "Her Highness has been suddenly startled during pregnancy, her emotions are unstable, this child... I’m afraid might not be delivered well."

"No! We must protect both Her Highness and the child!" Grandma Yan herself had gone through childbirth, she knew well how difficult the gates of hell were to navigate for a woman.

She and the midwives did their best, but Rong Yun cried so violently, passing out too many times, and simply had no strength to continue with the birth.

The night passed, and Rong Yun was exhausted, her eyelids soaked with sweat, her vision blurred, unable to see anything, and it seemed as if there was a voice calling out to her:

"Jingjing! Jingjing, don’t fall asleep! I beg you, open your eyes and look at me!"

"Jingjing, for the sake of the child, try harder!"

"The emperor, the child might not make it, the empress... she too has weakened severely!"

"Emperor! Please do not grieve excessively!"

"Emperor!"

Rong Yun was too tired, the tearing sensation in her lower body made her not want to stay another moment in this world, even the concerns for her child were not enough to keep her spirit up.

But in her daze, she seemed to hear a song.

The singing voice of the woman was soft, with maternal tenderness, humming a wordless tune, the melody alone was enough to soothe the heart.

"Mother..."

Rong Yun started crying, "Mother, is it you?"

It was the tune that the Imperial Consort used to hum to soothe her when she was a child.

"Good Jingjing."

"Jingjing is the most beautiful girl."

"Jingjing—"

"Mother! Ah!" Rong Yun struggled to sit up, the ripping pain in her lower body tore her apart.

The pain tearing through each piece of flesh, every nerve, wanting to shatter her into pieces, made her crazily want to escape.

But her mother was singing to her...

"Jingjing, give birth to the child, try hard."

"Mother!"

Rong Yun kept searching for the voice, but she couldn’t open her eyes, she could only exert all her might, "Ah—"

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