The winter of Dahan's forty-three years was extremely cold.

Feiyun Palace is the cold palace of Dahan Kingdom.

In Feiyun Palace, an old woman in her forties was kneeling in front of a small bed. The quilt on the bed was washed white and had several patches on it. One section of the quilt was raised high.

The old grandma comforted the woman on the bed and wiped her tears secretly.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor will definitely come, he will definitely come." The old nanny said while gently holding the woman's hand on the bed.

The woman on the small wooden bed was pitifully thin, and the clear skeleton could almost be seen in the hand held by the old woman.

It seemed like a thin layer of skin wrapped around the tiny frame. Because the woman's skin was extremely white and she was so skinny, the naked eye could clearly see the meridians extending along the frame.

The woman sighed faintly, with only a slight smile on her palm-sized face: "Aunt Huang, I don't count on him anymore. I only look forward to... cough cough cough... I only look forward to my belly...

Cough cough cough…”

"Empress!"

The woman shook her head gently, and her voice was low but clear: "It's okay, Aunt Huang, don't worry too much."

Even now when she is so skinny and skinny, the woman is still stunningly beautiful.

At this moment, his chin was pointed, and his big black eyes took up almost one-third of his entire face. There was sadness in his eyes, and a trace of pain that could not be concealed.

"Nanny Huang, please take medicine. If I don't use medicine, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive that time." After a while, the woman said in a low voice.

Aunt Huang paused for a moment, with more and more tears in her eyes: "Your Majesty, please go and beg the Emperor to show mercy."

"Nanny Huang, I can't live. But my child, I hope my child can still live... Ahem, cough, cough, if I don't take medicine now, when they come tomorrow, I will only be dead.

Dead."

The woman's voice was low, with a hint of pain.

Aunt Huang's body trembled, and her eyes, which were a little cloudy from crying, suddenly lit up. As if she thought of something, she held the woman's hand tightly: "But my dear, with a body like yours, if you drink that medicine, you will be in trouble."

I really can’t…never live again.”

The woman smiled lowly, with an extremely gentle and doting smile on her beautiful face. Her hand gently stroked her raised belly covered by the quilt: "It doesn't matter if I can't live. My child can help me live.

."

"Empress..."

The woman gently squeezed Nanny Huang's hand, and her voice was somewhat pleading: "Nanny Huang, hurry up. I still have some strength now. If I delay any longer, I'm afraid this child will die.

Come with me."

Aunt Huang nodded repeatedly, let go of the woman's hand, and stood up staggeringly. She stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, and then rubbed her eyes fiercely. When she opened the dilapidated door, all that was left on her face was

Rigorous and indifferent.

After a while, she came in from outside carrying a bowl of soup. The soup was still steaming, making it feel extra warm in this cold winter.

After helping the woman drink the decoction, Nanny Huang knelt beside the bed and waited quietly.

After the woman drank the decoction and Nanny Huang wiped the corners of her mouth, the woman asked in a low voice: "Have you hidden the medicine jars and the like?"

Aunt Huang nodded: "Don't worry, Madam, I've hidden everything and no one will find it."

The woman nodded, seeming to feel relieved. She closed her eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman began to hum softly. Aunt Huang reached out and held her hand, anxious and helpless: "Mother, does it hurt?"

The woman opened her eyes and shook her head with a smile: "It doesn't hurt, Nanny Huang, don't worry, it really doesn't hurt...ah..."

Grabbing the quilt, the woman bit the quilt fiercely in her mouth.

Seeing this, Aunt Huang quickly stuffed the soft bag next to her into the woman's mouth. The woman groaned, her forehead was dripping with sweat. Her body was twitching, but she didn't dare to scream.

"What's going on?" Someone yelled outside.

The woman's body trembled, and the veins on the back of her hands almost burst out.

Aunt Huang hurriedly said loudly: "I'm sorry, I'm useless. I'm useless. I'm so seriously ill. I can't even hire a doctor to treat you. I'm useless. I'll take care of myself..."

Immediately afterwards, the sound of slaps came from the room.

The guard who came to patrol opened the door and took a look. He happened to see an old woman kneeling in front of the bed and slapped herself. He couldn't help but sarcastically said: "While you still have some breath today, it is right to teach this useless slave a lesson. Wait until tomorrow."

,hehe……"

"Let's go, let's see if there's anything interesting to see. This is all about death. Why don't you open the door and look at it, so as not to be contaminated by the aura of death!" A guard behind looked inside with disgust and quickly closed the door.

He cursed a few words and gradually walked away.

"Ouch...ah..." The woman tried her best to hold back, but there were faint traces of blood on the gray cotton bag.

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