With the departure of Guo Ruyu and the others, Beiyuan finally fell into silence again.

In the dark room, Du Yunjin, who was discarded in the corner like a rag, couldn't stop trembling. The face that had been pale was now even more gray and abnormal, and her lips were bitten tightly, and even then there was not a trace of blood. Her features were crumpled together from pain, and her scattered strands of hair were mixed with dust, a mess comparable to that of a beggar begging for food on the street.

The throbbing sensation came from her abdomen, and she opened her mouth to exhale the pain, but she moaned quietly as it echoed in her ears. Who can come to her rescue? Who can save her child? She clasped her arms around her abdomen, as if that would protect the unborn child.

She didn't think about relying on this child to regain her favor, she just wanted to give birth to this child and let her see if his eyebrows and eyes were like Ah Yu. And this child is her only relative in this world.

If...... How happy it would have been if my father could see him with his own eyes! She still remembers the happy expression on her father's face when he came to visit her in the palace, and her father often said that when the child was born, he would definitely teach him the Du family gun. Regardless of whether he will become the heir of the royal family, he must become the heir of the Du family's gun and lead the troops into battle to rebuild the Du family's military prestige.

There is also Qing Ruofeng, every time he enters the palace, he will bring her all kinds of novel gadgets, and he said that he will definitely make children like him more. And also...... She remembered the familiar faces, the honest smiles that appeared in front of her, the gifts they had sent them, or the letters they had written.

All these former happiness disappeared in one fell swoop. Qing Ruofeng disappeared, his father and some generals were unjustly killed, and the rest were merged into various teams, and the Du family army, which had threatened northern Xinjiang, disappeared so easily. The Du family army that his father had worked so hard to build was gone, like sand blown away by a strong wind swirling in the air and then disappeared.

It's not that she doesn't know the truth that the merit is high and the lord is high, so she is not contentious about the posterior, so her father is not dissatisfied with being stranded in the imperial capital. They just want to show with their actions that they don't want to be relatives of the authoritarian regime. But the result? He still can't tolerate their Du family, their Du family's army, and even the child in her womb.

She didn't want to believe Guo Ruyu's words, but there was always a cold voice in her mind repeating constantly, digging out all the truths she had shrunk and buried, and putting it in front of her with blood. The incident between her and Xiao Shaokang, on the surface, it seems that the biggest beneficiary is King Qing, but Concubine Qing was grounded by the first emperor. She knew very well in her heart at the moment that after that incident, Xiao Shaokang committed suicide in shame, Xiao Yuli was actually degraded by the first emperor, and Xiao Yu, who was a bitter master, was sympathized by the people of the world.

He would do that because she was Du Bocheng's daughter, the daughter of Du Bocheng who killed his mother, so he wanted to treat him the way he would? But he made that affectionate appearance after that, and even let her have their children. She thought that no amount of resentment would disappear little by little with the passage of time and with her sincerity, but why was he still so persistent?

She is not reconciled, nor does she believe, this is the truth of everything.

Blood continued to pour out from under her body, and she no longer had any strength, and she felt very tired even when she opened her eyes. The pain had eaten away at all her thoughts, and she couldn't perceive anything else, only the pain in her abdomen tossing and turning.

Before she could close her eyes, she felt the child's departure. She couldn't keep him after all, and she didn't even have the strength to hold him.

Child......

Is it really just gone?

She finally fell into darkness, and she no longer had the strength to open her eyes, and she no longer had the energy to think about Guo Ruyu's words.

I don't know how long I fell asleep, but when Du Yunjin opened his eyes again, there was moonlight leaning in outside the broken window lattice. Cold, it seeped into her body, driving away the last shred of warmth from her.

The blood had solidified beneath him, including the little child who had taken shape. As if asleep, he curled up in a tiny ball, his eyes closed. His limbs, though not fully developed, were completely separated. His skin was supposed to be translucent and white, but it had turned red from being soaked in blood. His facial features are almost grown, and he has a pair of beautiful eyes that look like Xiao Yu, but unfortunately they are always tightly closed.

Such a cute little child, Du Yunjin could almost imagine that if he was born normally, he would definitely grow into a likable child.

But...... He never had a chance to see the world, and she never had a chance to listen to him shout a mother, run to her with his chubby legs, and beg for a hug.

Why...... She asked silently, her heart rubbing as if she had been rubbed hard by someone. She slapped her heart hard, as if that would alleviate some of the pain.

Her child, who left her like this, asked how could she accept this fact!

The coarse cloth dress was stained with blood and dust, and she carefully picked up the child in the blood, fearing that her contact would destroy him. She held the child in her arms, pressed it to her face, and prayed to heaven for a miracle.

Can her children open their eyes? Can you open your mouth? Can there be a cry? The only thing that responded to her was the brightness and silence of the room.

The hall was silent, even if a pin dropped, the sound could be heard, and everyone held their breath and carefully did their own thing.

Liang Naixin put the food box containing the snacks on the table, and personally took out a plate and walked to Xiao Yu's side.

"No matter how diligent your majesty is in government and loves the people, you must also take care of your own body." She gently sat down beside him, removed the red pen in his hand, and twisted a piece of mung bean cake and stuffed it into his mouth. "In the hot summer, you can use some mung beans to beat the heat."

Her deliberate courtesy, Xiao Yu did not retreat, and slowly ate the mung bean cake with her hand.

"Why are you here?" He has a soft smile on his eyebrows, like a Lang Jun who looks at his beloved with satisfaction. "You are most afraid of the heat, and you should stay in the Zhuohua Palace in such weather. Is there not enough ice to be sent? After saying that, he looked at Huang Yuan, who was waiting on the side, and said sharply: "Didn't I say that the noble concubine is afraid of heat, and the use of the Zhuohua Palace is twice as much as that in other palaces?" ”

"Your Majesty," Liang Naixin leaned into his arms and said tenderly, "It has nothing to do with Manager Huang, it's because I miss you." ”