King Xuan glared at the manager fiercely, threw down the command in a cold voice, and strode out of Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Imperial Doctor Xu hurriedly came to Xiaoxiang Pavilion, just happened to meet two house slaves carrying a dead man out, only the chief steward in the courtyard was waiting for him, entering the room and pulling out the bed curtain, a woman with unkempt hair and pale face, lying in a coma.

"Is she Princess Xuan?" Imperial Doctor Xu was a little unsure, and when he came, he said that the princess was seriously ill, so he picked up the medicine box and ran over.

"Yes, please ask Imperial Doctor Xu to treat the princess immediately!" the chief urged anxiously.

Putting down the medicine box and putting it on the patient's cold wrist, the woman's pulse was weak, and it seemed that Yan zhòng was malnourished. The patient who looked at it, from the thin cheeks, still had the appearance of the former princess, what a lovely girl, who was persecuted like this.

Imperial Doctor Xu's nose was sore, and tears almost fell. I have been a royal doctor for many years, and I have never shed tears of pity for a patient like this.

At this time, a little girl came in with a food box, "Chief, the prince sent Qiu Ju to serve the princess......"

"Let's feed the princess first! The princess is not sick, she is faint from hunger, make more nutritious things to feed her!" Imperial Doctor Xu got up and got out of the way, prescribed medicine, and left Xiaoxiang Pavilion with a heavy heart.

Returning from Xiaoxiang Pavilion, King Xuan has been standing in front of the window of the study, looking at the faint moonlight outside the window, and his mood is difficult to calm down.

Xiao Yuwei's defilement shook him a lot, and the pain recurred again in his heart, and he would never forget the hard-earned hatred back then, how clear the voice and smile of the mother concubine were in front of him.

Whenever he missed his mother, he stood silently in front of the window, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and the mother seemed to be watching him somewhere in the sky, smiling at him and giving him strength.

In those days nine years ago, he was the happiest time with his father and mother's family, his father's tall and majestic body made him admire, at that time, his father was busy with a lot of things every day, he could hardly see his father during the day, and he waited for his father's arrival with his mother at night, if his father really came, as long as he appeared at the palace gate of Zhaoyang Palace, he had to throw down no matter what he was doing, and ran over to meet his father.

The father sat in the main hall and asked him to recite poems and articles, and each time he straightened his little neck and recited them very seriously, while the mother sat on the side and looked at them with a smile. In order not to disappoint his father, in order to get a few words of praise from his father. He studied hard and worked hard to do everything......

The happy days suddenly disappeared one day, and the mother was defiled and washed with tears all day long. Standing quietly by the door of the mother's bedroom, looking at the lonely back of the mother's concubine with a heartache, he swore with a small fist that was not strong enough that he must find out the murderer who framed the mother's concubine, return the mother's innocence, and make the concubine happy.

However, the mother passed away in a hurry, leaving him without a word, and from then on, he lost his smile, planted the seeds of hatred in his heart, and felt that he had grown up overnight, and seemed to understand many things.

After his father sent him out of the palace, he never saw his father again, and it was not until two years ago that his father sent him back to the palace by a holy decree, and father and son were able to meet. He has grown up, but his father has aged a lot, and his long-deceased mother has not cleared his grievances.

After returning to Beijing for more than two years, the people sent into the palace to find clues did not send a trace of strong evidence, could it be that the unjust case of the concubine would never be revealed?