And another hour passed; Marrying Yue's patience was long gone, and she was virtually in a state of panic.
She was once a little fire pit, but now she's become a small ice cave.
"Mama, I feel so uncomfortable, it's like I'm going to die..." Pingping weakly said.
"Pingping, don't say death, it's inauspicious." Murong Yueluo's eyes were moist, and she tightly hugged Pingping in her arms. She wrapped her with a bed of cotton blankets, but dared not cry.
She was afraid, and once she cried, Pingping would lose the courage to keep going.
"Your Highness, I'd also like to take a look at the Great Ming Palace," Green Cloud trembled as she spoke.
Outside the curtain, the wind and snow continued to rage, quickly engulfing Green Cloud's figure.
Mariring Yueluo waited for half an hour, feeling the dying breath of Pingping in her arms, becoming more and more anxious. She planned to take Pingping to look for a doctor, but coincidentally ran into Jin Zhěn.
Jin Zhen, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, was limping with both legs.
"Jin Zhen, what's wrong?" Murong Yueluo asked softly.
"The master, it's not a big deal. The imperial doctor is almost here. However, the imperial doctor that the young countess has been accustomed to is currently treating the Princess Guo." Jin Zhen wiped a tear from his eye corner, tears overflowing.
"Jin Zhen, what exactly happened!" Murong Yuelao screamed wildly.
"Your Highness, please don't ask. The painting screen collided with Princess Guo and she was killed by a stick..." Jin Zhen collapsed to the ground, wailing loudly.
Jin Zhen dare not say, the scene of flesh and blood, only afraid that her family of the palace will be too deep in guilt, thus forgetting to take care of the young countess.
"And what about you?" Murong Yuelao's face had turned pale, and her voice carried a thick sobbing tone.
"Your Highness, don't ask any more, I picked up a life, which is considered fortunate..." Jin Zhen turned to leave, her skirt stained with blood.
Murong Yueluo saw this, and understood in her heart. A wave of sadness swept through her chest.
The most favored princess of the Da Zhou Dynasty, it turns out that she needed to sacrifice the lives and innocence of those around her in order to seek medical treatment for the young countess. It's a joke when said aloud!
However, the most urgent matter at hand is Pingping's condition.
She, Murong Yueluo, will calculate all the blood debts with everyone clearly.
However, another stick of incense had passed, and Murong Yueluo could no longer wait. Holding Pingping in her arms, she rushed out, straight to the courtyard of her mother-in-law, Lady Jiao of Wenxin Marquis.
"Yueluo, I was just about to send a doctor to you. Qin'er is pregnant for over a month, and she just caught a cold, almost resulting in a miscarriage. However, thank heaven and our ancestors. I need to go to the temple to pray and ensure that Qin'er will have a son." Jiao said with a smile, her hands clasped together, speaking eloquently and exuding benevolence.
At this moment, Green Cloud, dragging along the doctor, arrived here.
"Your Highness, quickly find a warm room. The outside wind and snow is so cold, it will worsen the condition of the disease!" The doctor scolded.
Murong Yueluo, upon hearing this, hurriedly held Pingping in her arms and rushed into the bedroom of He Lan Qin'er.
Following that, He Lan Qin'er's coughing continued without ceasing, appearing weak and frail.
"Yueluo, Qin'er's position is unstable and needs rest. You quickly go out. I'll find you later." Dong Fang Shiyan protected He Lan Qin'er from behind and stared at Murong Yueluo with suspicion.
"Yueluo, the seven-return law has jealousy. Be generous, Shiyan's first wife will always be you, and Qin'er will only be a parallel wife at most." Jiao also ran to the back of He Lan Qin'er and furrowed her brow.
It's urgent to treat Pingping's illness now, and Murong Yueluo doesn't want to waste time in verbal disputes.
"Dong Fang Shiyan, you can rest assured that Your Highness will divorce you." Murong Yueluo held Pingping, led the doctor, and went to the ear room, her tone completely cold.
"Murong Yueluo, who are you threatening? This is an imperial marriage, and divorce is not allowed!" Jiao shouted.
The ear room is adjacent to the bedroom, serving as the residence for maids, convenient for serving the master.
