In fact, Feng Qing knows that whether this matter is big or small, the Xie family will be fine. As long as Xie Zhao is given up, the Xie family can still be preserved.

But no, what he wants is for Xie Zhao to be intact so that he can carry out the subsequent plan.

If Xie Zhao is destroyed, everything will be in vain.

He has been planning for so long, and now it is time to reap the rewards. How could he give up?

——

"Why are you here, Your Majesty?" Fu Ronghua's voice was a little weak.

Emperor Xuan Zhao held her hand carefully and said, "My dear concubine, get well soon. I will take you back to visit relatives."

When he said it in the afternoon, Fu Ronghua was in a coma and must not have heard it, so Emperor Xuan Zhao said it again in the evening.

Seeing that Fu Ronghua looked sluggish at this time, he felt a dull pain in his heart and his voice was hoarse.

Fu Ronghua's eyelashes trembled, and she was shocked. Parents, yes, does she still have parents? If she really fails to recover because of this, what will her parents do?

There were tears in her eyes. Seeing this, Emperor Xuan Zhao stretched out his hand to wipe them away for her, "Why are you still crying?"

Fu Ronghua's voice was choked with sobs, "What your Majesty said is true."

Her lips were light white, revealing a somewhat sickly beauty. She asked with tears in her eyes, which made Emperor Xuan Zhao feel pity for her.

He stretched out his hand, hugged the person in his arms, and said, "Golden words."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will be fine soon." She tried her best to smile, with tears in her eyes.

Emperor Xuan Zhao responded softly and held the man tightly in his arms.

He had planned all of today's events for a long time. He had always known how bizarre the methods behind the Xie family were.

In his previous life, he spent almost all his efforts to find out the details of the person behind it.

Now, since his return, he has been plotting, scheming to make him hand over his trump card.

He exhaled and gently stroked Fu Ronghua's back, "Sleep peacefully, I'll be with you."

Fu Ronghua hummed and slowly closed his eyes under his gentle caress.

——

"Why did he suddenly become seriously ill?" Ye Xia asked Emperor Xuan Zhao who was sitting across from him.

"Wind-cold," he said calmly.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Ye Xia stopped asking, "Has the date of the Queen Mother's burial been decided? It's strange to say that the Queen Mother died of illness too suddenly."

She said to herself, then frowned slightly, "It seems like she suddenly fell ill."

Emperor Xuanzhao's eyes flashed, "The Queen Mother has been in poor health since last year."

——

Fu Ronghua woke up the next day and her body was much better. She held Ruixue's hand and leaned on the soft couch beside her, "I feel much better today, you don't have to worry."

Ruixue pursed her lips, blaming herself a little, "They are all useless servants. I should have guessed that the master is homesick."

Fu Ronghua looked stunned, then smiled, "Yes, I have been in the palace for so long and I feel homesick." After careful calculation, she had not seen her mother for a long time.

"Master, Xi concubine is here." Qing He came in to report.

Fu Ronghua suppressed a few coughs and said, "Please come in."

Qinghe went out and invited Meng Fangfei in.

As soon as Meng Fangfei came in, she saw that Fu Ronghua's face was pale, less charming and more sickly than usual, but it did not affect her beauty at all, adding a bit of delicateness.

"Why are you so sick when you're so fine?" she said worriedly, stepping forward and sitting on a stool.

Fu Ronghua smiled and said, "Perhaps I was greedy for the cold at night. Who would have thought that I couldn't hold on and fainted yesterday morning."
Chapter completed!