Zhao Xinyue looked at the little prince on the bed a little haggardly, and she burst into tears. She knew that the little prince was not in good health, she thought that the child would grow up and become stronger, but she didn't expect that it was almost 4 months, but the prince's body was getting weaker and weaker day by day, and in the past half a month, the little prince had been feverish, and Imperial Doctor Chen prescribed a lot of decoctions for the little prince to take, but it didn't get better, she was really worried about whether her child could grow up healthily.

"Mrs. Zhao, don't be too sad, with the imperial doctors here, the little prince will be fine." Ling Xi comforted Zhao Xinyue, Zhao Xinyue looked behind Ling Xi, and there was no figure of Xiang Hongxuan, and she was immediately disappointed.

"Queen Mother, please send someone to Xiyan Palace, please come to Yingyue Pavilion, the little prince is really not good."

Zhao Xinyue immediately knelt down in front of Ling Xi, and cried sadly, in fact, she had already sent someone to Xiyan Palace, but the palace people didn't see Xiang Hongxuan at all, so they were blocked back by Concubine Shu. The little prince had a fever several times before, and she also sent someone to Xiyan Palace to invite Xiang Hongxuan, she admitted that it was to compete for favor, but this time it was different, the little prince had a high fever, she had no bottom in her heart, and if Xiang Hongxuan didn't come, she was even more afraid.

"This palace has already sent someone to call, don't worry."

Ling Xi picked up Zhao Xinyue, who was about to cry, and she turned around and asked Imperial Doctor Chen, "What are you doing to eat, hurry up and give the little prince a fever." ”

"Queen Mother, the little prince is too young to apply needles to reduce fever, so he can only feed some decoction, but the prince's stomach is weak, and the effect of the medicine cannot be completely absorbed, so this high fever can't go away."

In fact, Imperial Physician Chen only said half of what he said, the little prince was congenitally deficient, and his body was already weak, coupled with such a high fever, the decoction had little effect.

Ling Xi looked out of the door wistfully, if Xiang Hongxuan came, how should she tell Xiang Hongxuan?

……

Ling Xi suddenly woke up from her dream, her stiff body was frightened into a cold sweat. Just now in a dream, she saw the cold corpse of the little prince, but Xiang Hongxuan kept asking her, why didn't she take good care of his child?

When Aunt Yan saw Ling Xi like this, she immediately came to Ling Xi's bed, gently wiped the fine sweat on Ling Xi's forehead with a silk handkerchief, and then she brought a bowl of soup and medicine and handed it to Ling Xi.

Ling Xi took a sip of the decoction and asked softly, "What time is it?" ”

"It's already ugly."

Ling Xi let out a long sigh, when she left Yingyue Pavilion at the same time, the little prince had already retreated from the high fever, although the palace people she sent to Xiyan Palace to invite Xiang Hongxuan were blocked by Feng Yingying outside the palace gate, but there was finally no danger, a false alarm. If I talk to Xiang Hongxuan tomorrow, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Ling Xi wrapped the brocade quilt on her body and lay down on the bed, suddenly she remembered Zhao Xinyue's painful expression.

"Aunt Yan, you said that if Mrs. Zhao's child had been lost before she was born, would Your Majesty and Mrs. Zhao's grief be much less."

Aunt Yan held a soup woman and stood in front of Ling Xi's bed in a daze, but soon she came back to her senses, she carefully put the soup woman into Ling Xi's quilt, she sat on the edge of the bed, and tested the temperature of Ling Xi's forehead with her hands.

"Queen Mother, go to sleep, the slave is guarding you by the bedside, the doctor said that you are freezing today, if you catch a cold again at night, it is estimated that you will be sick for many days."

Ling Xi was stunned, Aunt Yan's actions, which reminded her of Jiang Shuangxue, every time she was greedy for cold when she was a child, Jiang Shuangxue was also guarding her by the bedside. She closed her eyes gently, as if Jiang Shuangxue had returned to her.

"Queen Mother, it's not good, something happened to Yingyue Pavilion." Aunt An roared and broke into the west chamber, and she didn't care that Ling Xi had just lay down, and said loudly.

As soon as Ling Xi walked to the door of the Reflecting Moon Pavilion, she heard a heart-rending cry from inside, it was Zhao Xinyue's cry, and then there was a wail in the Reflecting Moon Pavilion, and a palace person walked out of the Reflecting Moon Pavilion, and she saw Ling Xi immediately knelt on the ground.

"Queen Mother, the little prince has passed away." The palace man cried softly.