Song Yuan did not react at all. Although Rong Ting was frightened by her, he also noticed that her face was flushed.
He reached out and touched her forehead, then immediately withdrew his hand. Why is it so hot? Is Imperial Mother having a fever?
Rong Ting, who had never encountered such a situation before, could not help but panic, especially when Imperial Mother was still crying with her eyes closed. Her hands were tightly clutching the quilt. He wanted to pull her up and wake her up. It was late at night, and he was so anxious that he was sweating all over.
It can't go on like this!!
Rong Ting, you have to calm down! You have to calm down!!
He bit the tip of his tongue and pinched the soft flesh on his arm. After forcing himself to calm down, he closed his eyes and recalled what Imperial Mother had done the last time he had a fever. His mouth was still muttering: "Thermometer, fever patch, Merrill Lynch, yes! That's all! "
He clenched his small fists and walked out of the bedroom. He wanted to go to the living room to get the medical kit, but because he was too anxious, he did not pay attention to where he was going. He tripped over a chair and almost fell.
He opened the medical kit and found the ear thermometer. With trembling hands, he took Song Yuan's temperature. He saw that it was 38.7 degrees, and confirmed that Imperial Mother had a fever.
After Rong Ting put on the fever patch for Song Yuan, he then called Song Haiping with trembling fingers. At this time, he wanted to find Imperial Father, but he also knew that Imperial Father was in the capital and was beyond his reach. It was more reliable to find Maternal Grandfather.
It was already early in the morning, and Song Haiping was already asleep. When he was woken up by the phone, he was still cursing. When he saw that the caller ID was Rong Ting, he shook his head to wake himself up a little. Only then did he pick up the phone: "Rong Ting, what's the matter?"
He still understood this grandson of his. At this time, he should have been asleep. Something must have happened at home if he called.
He got up and changed his clothes while answering the phone.
Sure enough, Rong Ting cried over the phone: "Maternal Grandfather, Imperial Mother is sick. She has a fever!"
Song Haiping's heart skipped a beat, but he had been a father for more than 20 years. It was just a fever, so it wasn't a big problem. He quickly put on his pants and comforted Rong Ting over the phone, "Hey, don't worry. Really, don't worry. I'll come over right away. People will always fall sick. Catching a cold and having a fever isn't a big deal. How about this, after hanging up the phone, pay attention to her temperature and measure it from time to time.
. "Hearing Song Haiping's words, Rong Ting sobbed and calmed down.
It was just the first time he had seen his Imperial Mother sick. Moreover, his Imperial Mother was still crying, so he was a little helpless.
After hanging up the phone, he sat by the bed and held Song Yuan's hand. He did not dare to blink or speak. Time seemed to pass very slowly. When he heard the door open, he stood up. When he saw that it was his maternal grandfather, he rushed into Song Haiping's arms like a little cannonball. Song Haiping took the opportunity to pick him up, patted his back, and coaxed him in a low voice: "It's really okay. Look at how timid you are."
Song Haiping put down Rong Ting and walked quickly to the bed. Only then did he understand why the child was so nervous and afraid.
Yuanyuan's condition was indeed not right. She was clearly asleep, but not only was her face flushed, she was also crying. She was crying very sadly.
As long as one was human, there was no one who did not fall sick. Song Haiping still remembered that when his daughter was young, she would have a fever every two to three days. She would have a toothache, fever, and fever rashes. After she started kindergarten, it was not an exaggeration to say that she would go to the hospital several times a month.
He calmed down. On the way here, he bought fever medicine and an electronic thermometer. He took her temperature. She did indeed have a fever, but it was not very serious.
"You go to sleep first." After Song Haiping confirmed that his daughter was not seriously ill, he turned back to coax Rong Ting: "Yuanyuan is fine. I'll stay here and watch over her. Her fever is not high, so she doesn't need to take medicine. We'll see how her condition is tomorrow morning. If the fever still doesn't go down, I'll send her to the hospital. Even if we send her to the hospital now, we still don't know if there's a bed available. The temperature is low, so we don't want to worsen her condition. "
However, Rong Ting stubbornly shook his head. His voice was a little hoarse: "No, I also want to watch over Imperial Mother. The last time I had a fever, Imperial Mother also watched over me like this."
"Ai, why are you so disobedient? How can a child stay up late!"
Song Haiping really had a headache. On one hand, he had to worry about his daughter. On the other hand, he had to worry about his grandson. Unfortunately, his grandson was very stubborn. He moved a small stool from outside and sat by the bed, looking like he was not willing to leave.
Song Haiping could not persuade him. Both grandfather and grandson stayed by the bed.
Rong Ting held Song Yuan's hand and whispered over and over again in a low voice: "Imperial Mother, Gugu is here."
Song Haiping also reached out from time to time to help her pull up the quilt and take her temperature.
Song Yuan, who was originally crying, slowly calmed down. Her tears also dried up, and she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Song Haiping was also relieved. Rong Ting was still a child. He really could not take it anymore. He finally fell asleep in the second half of the night. Song Haiping carried him back to the bed and covered him with the quilt. Looking at the child frowning in his sleep, he sighed softly. No matter what, this grandson was really good. Yuanyuan clearly did not grow up with him, but he could still be so worried about Yuanyuan. He knew how to love his mother.
After a while, Song Haiping turned off the lights and closed the door. He returned to his daughter's bedroom and sat in front of the bed. He originally wanted to call his ex-wife, but when he looked at the time, he dismissed the idea.
Seeing his daughter like this, he remembered that when she was young, she also had a fever. At that time, she was not even a year old. The doctor said that she needed an injection. It was difficult to find a blood vessel in a child's arm, so they could only give her a scalp injection. They shaved a piece of her hair. He hugged his daughter and watched the nurse insert the needle into her scalp. His daughter cried, and his heart ached.
"Yuanyuan, quickly get better!"
***
Song Yuan looked at the woman in palace dress who sat limply on the ground. That woman was very young, no more than twenty years old. Her palace dress was stained with blood, and her hair ornament was crooked, but she still held the dagger. She stretched out her hand to reveal her white and slender wrist. Her expression was deranged, but her eyes stared unblinkingly at Song Yuan, and she cut her arm in front of her.
The smell of blood went straight to Song Yuan's nose. She wanted to vomit, and her stomach was churning. Even her head was a bit dizzy, and she was supported by the palace maids beside her.
The guards surrounded the woman in palace dress, and the palace maids protected Song Yuan.
When Song Yuan prepared to leave, she heard the woman in palace dress say sternly: "Empress! Have you never doubted why His Majesty insisted on making you empress? "She suddenly sneered," My grandfather is the Minister of Revenue, Min Fei's uncle is the Prime Minister, and Wan Pin's grandfather is the Emperor's preceptor. What about you? You are only the General's Estate's adopted daughter. Can you be the empress? "
She was stunned.
"Empress, I refuse to accept this! Everyone refuses to accept this! " Because the woman in palace dress had lost too much blood, she had sunk into madness. She used the dagger to cut herself, but her eyes were filled with hatred as she looked at Song Yuan, "I curse you, I curse that you will not have a good ending! I curse the child in your belly! "
Just as Song Yuan was about to vomit from the smell of blood and her stomach tightened, the Son of Heaven wearing the dragon robe appeared and shielded her behind him.
His voice was calm and even cold, "Send Concubine Li back to the palace and order the Empress Dowager to save her life. Take care of her."
Song Yuan raised her head to look at him, but she could only see his dragon robe. She did not know why, but she felt very uncomfortable. It was so uncomfortable that she almost suffocated. She was very afraid of blood, especially when faced with this sort of scene. She was so afraid that her hands were trembling.
The eunuchs wanted to send Concubine Li away, but the blood on the ground was particularly eye-catching. After all, Concubine Li was still an imperial concubine. She struggled, and the eunuchs did not dare to be too rude to her. Concubine Li's grandfather was the Minister of Revenue, but he was also involved in the corruption case in the South. His Majesty hated corrupt officials the most. Perhaps this Minister of Revenue would not be able to retire peacefully. If His Majesty remembered the Minister of Revenue's past contributions, when Concubine Li rose, the ones to suffer would be the servants.
Concubine Li looked at the Son of Heaven in a daze, but the words that came out of her mouth were filled with tears of blood. Ever since the Son of Heaven appeared, there was no longer any hatred in her eyes. There was only a deep admiration. "Your Majesty, this concubine entered the palace at the age of twelve and saw you from afar. Later on, when I found out that the previous Emperor had conferred me to you as a secondary princess, this concubine was filled with joy and asked someone to inquire about your likes and dislikes. I knew that you liked painting and calligraphy, and I knew that you liked playing chess. This concubine wanted to accompany you, but why did you never look at this concubine?"
The Son of Heaven, however, had a cold expression, as though he was looking at a stranger.
He was not someone that liked to listen to other people talk about their thoughts, especially when it came to this sort of thing.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! " Concubine Li was overcome with grief. She lay on the ground and slowly moved toward him, shouting in despair: "Your Majesty, look at me. Look at me …"
The Son of Heaven did not stop.
Song Yuan was protected by him; however, she could not help but turn around to look at Concubine Li, who had once had a beautiful appearance.
Concubine Li finally stopped, and tears began to fall from her eyes. Her voice was no longer as sharp as it had been earlier; however, it was filled with grief and longing, "Father, mother, Yan 'er really wants to go home. I really … want to go home."
Song Yuan returned to the palace. The Son of Heaven had many, many matters to take care of, thus he only accompanied her for a while before leaving.
She was a very weak person. She did not eat dinner, and the palace maids at her side all begged her. Even if it was just a bite, she could not eat. She asked her most trusted palace maid, Pei Lan, and Pei Lan told her about the ages of the imperial concubines and just how long they had been in the Eastern Palace and the Imperial Palace …
There were many imperial concubines in the imperial harem who had never seen their family members from the day they entered the palace. They had all entered the palace at a very young age.
Song Yuan looked at herself in the bronze mirror. She was clearly still her, so why did she seem so unfamiliar?
In the end, was she Song Yuan, or was she the Empress of the Daye Dynasty? Who exactly was she? Was the imperial palace her home? Was the general's manor her home?
She recalled Concubine Li's words …
"Pei Lan, I also want to go home."
Pei Lan looked at her with a worried gaze, "Imperial Concubine, if you miss the madam, you can summon her into the palace."
She shook her head, "That's not it, that's not it."
The person in the bronze mirror, however, was already covered in tears. She covered her face with both hands, feeling helpless and in pain, "I want to go home. I really want to go home."
This place was not her home. It was not her home. quot;
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