Chapter 1657
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"Your Highness, you're not going to care about me?" At this time, Su Changxiao's unwilling voice came from behind him.
The King Of Zhao coldly looked at Su Changxiao, "You can sleep alone tonight. Wang wants to see the Princess Consort!"
As he spoke, he quickly ran towards Lingering Fragrance Courtyard.
Seeing the King Of Zhao's anxious back, Su Changxiao angrily gritted her teeth. She slammed her hand on the door and her eyes burned with anger.
How was she worse than Li Tianwei?
Why did the King Of Zhao not like her?
She had already done this much, but the King Of Zhao was still thinking about that slut. She was really angered to death!
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When the King Of Zhao rushed to Lingering Fragrance Courtyard, he saw Nan Xing kneeling on the ground. She was holding the King Of Zhao's Consort in her arms as she cried in pain.
And the King Of Zhao's Consort's wrist was covered in blood that was currently flowing out. Her eyes were tightly closed and it was unknown if she was unconscious or something else.
"Wei 'er!" The King Of Zhao quickly ran over and held the King Of Zhao's Consort in his arms.
He trembled as he shook her and then trembled as he checked her breathing.
"It's good, she's still breathing. Steward, is the manor doctor here? "The King Of Zhao angrily roared.
The steward's panting voice immediately came from outside, "He's here, Your Highness. The manor doctor is here."
The manor doctor lived in the King Of Zhao's palace, so he came very quickly.
When he ran into the room, he smelled a strong scent of blood. He quickly rushed over with his medicine box, "Your Highness, quickly help the Princess Consort onto the bed. This one will stop her bleeding first."
"Alright." The King Of Zhao finished speaking and took the King Of Zhao's Consort into his arms before gently placing her on the bed.
When he picked her up, he realized that Wei'er was very light. Her weight did not seem like the weight of a pregnant woman.
However, she was clearly seven or eight months pregnant, yet she was still so light. It could be seen how much weight she had lost recently.
"Physician, hurry up and stop Wei 'er's bleeding," the King Of Zhao urged.
"Yes, yes, please rest assured, Your Highness." After the doctor finished speaking, he quickly picked up Consort King Of Zhao's wrist and observed it. Then, he said, "Fortunately, the cut is not deep. If it was deep, it would be dangerous!"
After saying that, he hurriedly sprinkled some hemostatic medicine on Consort King Of Zhao's wound, and then took out gauze from the medicine box to bandage her wrist.
Hearing the physician's words, the King Of Zhao finally let out a sigh of relief.
At this time, Consort King Of Zhao was still unconscious and had not woken up.
King Of Zhao inadvertently looked up and saw a few lines of words written on the rice paper on the table. He quickly picked it up and saw a few lines of poetry written on it.
Wiping tears in front of the flowers is endless; under the moonlight, there is more than enough hatred. Leisurely looking at the pair of swallow's tears, quietly looking at the empty bed.
His heart trembled. This was a tragic poem.
She must have wanted to commit suicide when she wrote this poem.
When he saw this poem, he remembered the scene when he helped her plant flowers, when she wiped his sweat and fed him hibiscus cakes.
He also remembered the scene when they played the guqin under the locust tree, attracting the birds to fly.
But those were already far away. He had hurt her so badly that she lost all hope and chose to commit suicide.
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At this time, Consort King Of Zhao had already woken up on the bed.
When Nan Xing saw this, he said excitedly, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort is awake. That's great!"
"Wei'er, you're awake? Are you alright? Does your hand still hurt? " King Of Zhao hurriedly rushed to the bedside. His left hand caressed her small face, and his right hand held her hand tightly. His face was full of heartache.
Consort King Of Zhao did not expect that the King Of Zhao would come to see her.
She looked at him faintly, her eyes slightly sluggish, and her voice was cold. "Isn't tonight your wedding night with the Secondary Consort? What are you doing here?"
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