Bad luck!
Upon hearing this, the Emperor immediately took two steps back.
The Empress breathed a sigh of relief, but two clear tears involuntarily slid down her eyes.
Unable to bear the pain any longer, she still let out a soft whimper.
Yet, she feared that the sound of her scream would be too terrifying and frighten the Emperor, so even though she was in excruciating pain, she dared not let herself cry out loudly.
Although Chu Qianli's face showed no expression, a haze of gloom clouded her eyes.
The affection between royal couples was as thin as paper.
Once a man became Emperor, with so many women around him, what meaning did each woman hold for him?
More were merely embellishments, and fewer would not be missed.
Was it that all Emperors were the same?
Then, what about those men who fought desperately to become Emperor?
When he became the ruler of a nation, would he be the same?
She withdrew her gaze, not looking back at the man's face beyond the screen, and said faintly, "Your Majesty, the Empress is not seriously ill. She will be well in a few days. You... you should come to see her again in a few days!"
The Emperor indeed wanted to leave. Upon hearing that it would bring bad luck, he even felt the room was unlucky and wished to leave immediately.
But Feng Qihe was here, the Empress's son, and also his son.
He could not appear so heartless in front of his son.
So, he could only try to maintain his composure and said softly, "Since the Empress..."
"Ah—" The Empress on the bed finally couldn't bear it and let out a piercing scream.
Following this scream, a foul odor suddenly emerged.
It quickly permeated the entire room.
How smelly!
Eunuch Qing and Feng Qihe's expressions changed instantly. The Emperor, even more so, opened his mouth and gagged.
"Prince He, please escort His Majesty back to rest."
Only Chu Qianli remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.
Feng Qihe wanted to go in and check on his mother, but in this situation, he could only ensure his father was settled first.
With Chu Qianli here, he believed she could definitely cure his mother.
Even if his mother and Chu Qianli did not share the same political views, Chu Qianli, as a person, would either not treat at all, or once she agreed to treat, she would do her best until the end.
This was her principle as a physician!
"Father, this son will escort you back," Feng Qihe said in a low voice.
The Emperor truly could no longer endure it. He turned and fled, not needing Eunuch Qing's assistance.
Feng Qihe watched his figure, which was walking with unsteady steps yet moving so quickly, his heart heavy.
As for the Empress, after that scream, she clearly felt something slide down between her legs.
Afterward, the pain that had tormented her for many years suddenly lessened considerably.
She felt instantly relieved.
However, because she felt better, her consciousness returned.
Through the screen, she clearly saw that fleeing figure.
Carrying immense disdain and disgust!
If Rong Fei were lying in bed today, would he be the same?
The Empress closed her eyes, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.
These were the last tears she shed for him. From now on, this man was merely a tool in her eyes.
No longer, not even a shred of emotion!
...
In the early hours of the morning, Chu Qianli packed her things and prepared to leave the Empress's sleeping quarters.
The Empress, having rested for over an hour, looked much more energetic.
She sat by the bedside, her face, apart from the paleness of recovering from a serious illness, was now filled with a coldness as immense as an iceberg.
The items on the bed were being tidied by two young palace maids, who now stood aside after finishing their work.
The Empress seemed to have no intention of letting them leave.
Chu Qianli, however, was still not giving up. She had many things she wanted to ask, but she never expected that the Empress's next command would leave her completely stunned.