Several imperial doctors outside took turns guarding the place. When they heard someone calling from inside, they immediately filed in.
Wen Tingyuan and Qiao Yuyan withdrew and waited in the east room next to them. Prince An was already sitting inside, just silently watching the lights in trance.
Seeing the two of them coming over, he actually smiled and said, "Sit down!"
Qiao Yuyan wanted to say a few words of comfort, but she didn't know how to say it.
On the contrary, Prince An smiled, and his haggard face actually felt a little unruly because of this smile.
"This is the ending I already knew, so there is no need to comfort me, not to mention..."
He paused, lost his mind for a while, and said, "This is her own choice."
From the conversation between Princess Danyu and Wen Tingyuan just now, to the attitude of Prince An now, Qiao Yuyan intuitively felt that Princess Danyu's illness was not simple, but it was difficult to ask.
"When I was a child, I didn't understand why she was always different from other mothers. She never hugged me and was not willing to get close to me. It was always the wet nurse who took me. In my eyes, she was just that..."
Prince An's eyes were a little confused, "It's the woman sitting in front of the window who is as gentle as water and lowering her head to embroider. She will call me very gently, but she wants me to keep a distance. She is more like a relationship than a mother.
Not bad relatives.”
Wen Tingyuan sighed inaudibly, then pulled Qiao Yuyan to sit down, opened a tea cup, poured a cup of tea and handed it over.
Prince An just looked at it and did not take it up to drink, "I also complained when I was a child, and would deliberately cause trouble. I wanted to see if she would be as angry as other mothers, but she didn't and just smiled.
He handed me over to the wet nurse, and she didn't even bother to get angry with me."
Regardless of whether it was his past life or this life, in Qiao Yuyan's eyes, Prince An was always the proud man of heaven. He was always so proud and dignified, and he also brought a bit of liveliness to play with the world.
As for the young man under the lamp, Qiao Yuyan always felt a sense of erratic unreality.
Perhaps the self-deprecation and loneliness in his tone were too strong, making it impossible for people to connect with the dazzling Prince An.
Qiao Yuyan couldn't help but think of the day when Princess Danyu came to apologize with Prince An. At that time, Prince An was enthusiastic and wanton, but also like a rising sun.
At that time, Princess Danyu was as gentle and elegant as a piece of gentle royal jade.
Such a mother and son, just standing there, are pleasing to the eye. Who would have known that there is also a bitter taste in it.
"I always seemed to be an accident, like a child she accidentally gave birth to. She didn't need me, until I discovered that the tea she drank every day was weird.
I even wanted to find Miao Wu secretly, but I didn't dare. I knew that her identity was sensitive, and I was really scared. Then I understood.
She really didn’t want to give birth to me, because that would be a concern for her, and she didn’t want to have too much emotional connection with me, just because she lived to die from the beginning.”
Qiao Yuyan felt upset as she listened. She thought Prince An was crying, but when she looked carefully, she didn't. His expression didn't even change much, and he seemed to be telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
The room fell completely silent.
No one can comfort Princess Danyu for the sorrow she brought to Prince An.
This is a scar caused by years of wear and tear. It may not be so bloody that it cannot be seen directly, but the bones are deeply visible and cannot be ignored.
Prince An suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Wen Tingyuan, "Is it really worth it? Cousin."
He said the last two words very softly, but they seemed to be carrying a thousand kilograms of weight, and his eyes had a sense of oppression that made people unable to escape.
"I don't know." Wen Tingyuan finally answered him softly, and the helplessness in his tone did not require deep thought.
This is a personal choice. Whether it is worth it or not depends only on the person who chooses it, and has nothing to do with anyone else.
It took a long time for Prince An to shake his head and sigh, but the expression on his face had become much clearer, but the melancholy in his eyes was like the thick fog that could not be dispersed in the winter morning, "Well, she succeeded after all.
This choice was not in vain.”
The room was silent again, but the imperial doctor came to tell her that the princess had fallen into a coma, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to wake up if she closed her eyes.
"The oil has run out and the lamp has dried up. There is really nothing we can do to save the day."
This is what the president of Taiyuan Hospital said. It can be seen that he has exhausted all available means.
The muffled cries of the consort could be heard from the other end, but Prince An couldn't sit still and got in.
Wen Tingyuan and Qiao Yuyan were the only ones left in the room.
At this time, they are a family of three. It is not easy for them to go in for the time being. They still have to stay apart.
Wen Tingyuan suddenly took Qiao Yuyan's hand and held it tightly. After a long time, he said, "Auntie saw the death of my grandmother and my parents with her own eyes. There is no way she could walk away."
Qiao Yuyan knows that at this time, any comfort is pale. People who have not experienced it will not know the pain and hatred here.
"That medicine comes from the Miao witches. I don't know where she got it from, let alone how she mixed that other body into the elixir that Concubine Xian took. No one made this arrangement.
.
By the time I found out, she had been taking medicine for a year. The mother's body was in her body, and the child's body was in that person. On the night when the late emperor died, my aunt and I went to the palace together."
This time, Qiao Yuyan couldn't calm down. If she understood the meaning of these words correctly...
so……
The death of the late emperor...
She raised her eyes to look at Wen Tingyuan and saw that he was looking at her. She immediately knew that her guess was correct, but she also saw the pain in Wen Tingyuan's eyes that was so thick that she couldn't get rid of it.
"I can understand my aunt's choice, but I can't agree with it. Even though the hatred is overwhelming, there is still love in the end. Hate is gone, and love has nothing to rely on."
The cries of the prince-in-law were still heard intermittently in the other room, and Qiao Yuyan felt very uncomfortable in her heart.
She held Wen Tingyuan's hand firmly, "I'm glad that you don't choose like the princess."
At the same time, she felt uneasy in her heart, "I really shouldn't have talked to the princess like that, I'm afraid..."
"It has nothing to do with you. The things in her body can no longer be sustained and are eating back at her. Going to the palace that night was a choice she had to make.
But in fact, after the mother's body came out, her body was completely empty. Originally, we had found a medicine that could keep her alive, thinking that we could always find the original miracle doctor to come back.
Who would have known that my aunt stopped taking the medicine on her own, and even if all the miraculous doctors were here at this moment, she wouldn't be able to save her."
Qiao Yuyan sighed quietly, not knowing what to say.
Wen Tingyuan suddenly said: "Actually, my aunt might like to hear what you said."
Qiao Yuyan looked at him in surprise. Under the dim light, stars seemed to be shining in his eyes, "She will be happy that I have a real family."