Although Emperor Xiaoming didn't say it, the expression on his face was clear, Wanrong looked at that expression, her heart was cold, but her face was still plain.

Emperor Xiaoming probably had never been treated like this in front of a woman, so he simply waived his politeness, snorted coldly, and said coldly: "I look, the queen is no longer gentle, do you still remember that I am both your husband and your lord, do you still remember your identity?!"

Wan Rong only felt that her breathing was a little difficult, so she took a deep breath and knelt down: "The concubine doesn't dare to forget"

Emperor Xiaoming looked at the woman kneeling on the ground, a little disdainful, a little bored: "I look forward to you remembering! I came today, not to discuss anything with the queen, I told you directly, Banxia is pregnant, the imperial doctor has diagnosed that it is a boy, I decided to canonize him as my Han prince, so I should give Banxia a name! The queen has not fulfilled the responsibility of a wife in recent years, Banxia has taken care of me for you for many years, the queen thinks, this position, I should still keep it for you Luo's?!"

Wan Rong listened and listened, and was so shocked that she slowly raised her head and looked at him like that, his expression was so resolute, as if it was already a great gift for him to stay here and talk to himself, and he was worthy of those past feelings, so he should be grateful to him! Wan Rong watched his lips open and close, his mind was blank, and he forgot how to breathe.

Subsequently, it was like digging into the heart. Wan Rong's face turned pale in an instant, her hands unconsciously covered her chest, her brows furrowed deeply, she was in pain, the pain was unbearable. After that, she didn't hear what Emperor Xiaoming said again, Wan Rong shrank on the ground, big drops of sweat rolled off her forehead, her ears were buzzing, and she couldn't hear anything anymore. Probably Emperor Xiaoming didn't expect Wanrong to have such a big reaction, and he was a little flustered at the moment, so he hurriedly called the imperial doctor.

Wanrong came to her senses again, and Qiwu Palace was already on the lights.

She fainted in the pavilion, and the chief judge of the Tai Hospital, Dr. Wang, transported the medicine needles for her for a few hours, and Wan Rong's complexion gradually improved. When he woke up, Emperor Xiaoming was no longer in the palace, in fact, he just ordered someone to carry her back to the palace and instructed the imperial doctor to treat her before leaving under the pretext. Wan Rong lay on the couch dizzy, her heart was still a little painful, and the imperial doctor instructed Tong'er to bring the medicinal juice, and sighed: "Weichen persuaded Niangniang three years ago, Niangniang's heart disease is the most taboo and emotionally unstable, how can you ...... today Ay...... It's not that Weichen is alarmist, I don't know how dangerous the situation is this time! I was so scared that I almost died of the old man...... The old man has been taking care of Niangniang's body since she entered the palace when she was a teenager, how can you ......"

Doctor Wang is over 80 years old, and his ancestors have served the hospital for generations, and his status is detached, and Wanrong has always respected him very much.

Wan Rong listened to the sobbing sound of the maid Dong'er on the side, and listened to the imperial physician Wang frowning and talking, and finally couldn't help but say in a hoarse voice: "Isn't there nothing wrong, the imperial physician won't nag Rong'er", and then got up and leaned on the pillow with difficulty, smiled miserably, and comforted Dong'er: "And you, your master is not dead, what are you crying about?"

Dong'er, who was hooked in one sentence, cried "wow", and said intermittently while crying: "...... Woo woo gentleman on him, how can he do this to his mother...... Woowoo...... The mother has a heart disease, and the king doesn't know...... Woo woo woo dong er is so scared...... Mother, don't die, woo woo woo ......"

Wan Rong lightly hooked the corners of her mouth and did not speak, her fingers caressed the mandarin duck pattern on the brocade quilt, and finally waited for Dong'er to finish crying, and only said softly: "Ming'er, have this mandarin duck been replaced......"

At this time, I heard a person stumbling outside the door, and when I hurried to the bed, I saw Ji Yang who was sweating profusely.

Jiyang, the child, inherited the superb beauty of the Yin family, and is now only 12 years old. At this time, Ji Yang's eyes were full of panic, he pursed his lips tightly, probably restraining his emotions all the way, and now seeing that his mother was fine, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly plunged into Wanrong's arms and cried "wow". Dong'er didn't cry anymore, but when she saw His Royal Highness crying at this time, she couldn't control her emotions and started crying again.

Wan Rong listened to the undulating cries in the room, a little ridiculous, and wanted to scold a few words, but she couldn't say anything......