"My lord, please forgive my inadequacy, for I am unable to cure the young lady of the small county," the court physician bowed and said, with sorrowful eyes.
"Doctor, what do you mean?" Mu Yuelu staggered and trembled all over, feeling like she couldn't breathe.
"My lord, the young lady may not survive..." After thinking it over, the doctor kept silent and ran away in a hurry.
It's impossible! Her graceful breath is still faint.
"Green Cloud, go to the White Sparrow Temple and ask Gu Xingchen to come over." Mu Yueluo picked up Yingying again and went back.
Actually, Mu Yueluo was exhausted. She had just experienced a miscarriage. Walking on the snow-covered ground, she stepped in deeper and shallower, as if she was about to collapse at any moment.
But she couldn't give up Yingying, who was the flesh of her heart.
Upon arriving at her courtyard, Mu Yueluo was truly unable to carry Yingying any longer, and she called out to Jin Zhen.
"My lord, Jin Zhen has committed suicide by throwing herself into a well." A little servant girl ran out, her eyes red from crying.
Upon hearing this, Mu Yueluo, holding Yingying, knelt down, unable to stand up.
Suddenly, a warm breeze swept over, like spring wind, enveloping Mu Yueluo.
"Gu Xingchen, save Yingying!" Mu Yueluo looked at Gu Xingchen, and a fragile tear finally broke through her bottomless eyes.
Just as he finished speaking, Gu Xingchen slapped Mu Yueluo's hand, knocking her unconscious.
When Mu Yueluo woke up, she saw Yingying jumping and leaping around.
"Yueluo, Yingying has no cure for her illness. I have fed her the Guanguan pills, which can temporarily revive her for an incense time. Say goodbye to Yingying and then leave Chang'an with me." Gu Xingchen sighed softly.
Gu Xingchen was very regretful, thinking he should have taken Mu Yueluo away early on.
"Auntie, Uncle Gu has explained to me, I will go to another place where I can protect you." Yingying jumped into Mu Yueluo's embrace and smiled sweetly.
Mu Yueluo kissed Yingying's forehead, tears blurring her vision.
"Yueluo, after dusk, at Mingde Gate, there will be no waiting." Gu Xingchen lightly tapped his toe, deploying his lightness kung fu to walk on the snow without leaving a trace. He was as agile as the wind, leaving only the scent of the dark flowers behind.
There's not much time left, Mu Yueluo brushes Yingying's hair.
"Yingying, your mother is useless and cannot protect you. If there is a next life, I will not be so weak." Holding the jade comb firmly, Mu Yueluo's tears poured out like a fountain.
"Auntie, it's okay..." Yingying gradually closed her eyes, releasing her small hand.
Mu Yueluo saw this, holding Yingying tightly, crying uncontrollably.
"Yueluo, how is Yingying?" Dongfang Shixian stood at the doorway and asked in a low voice.
Just as she finished speaking, Green Cloud slapped Dongfang Shixian on the cheek on behalf of Mu Yueluo.
"Green Cloud, take my pen and rewrite the divorce document. Send it to the Great Ming Palace, and I will come to ring the Dingwen Drum shortly." Mu Yueluo raised her sleeve to wipe away a tear, her eyes reddened.
"Mu Yueluo, you're being unreasonable! Qin'er is young and weak, and you can't bear to be patient!" Dongfang Shixian shouted angrily.
"Qin'er is dead..." Mu Yueluo spoke coldly.
Upon hearing her words, Dongfang Shixian did not believe it, checked Yingying's breath, and then collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"Dongfang Shixian, you don't need to cry. Yingying is not your daughter." Mu Yueluo turned and walked away.
"Mu Yueluo, you dare to have a secret meeting with a wild man behind my back!" Dongfang Shixian roared.
Unfortunately, Mu Yueluo had no time to explain. Holding Yingying, she mounted the blood-red horse and galloped straight to the Great Ming Palace.
In the Purple Chancellery of the Great Ming Palace, Green Cloud once again broke her forehead, the blood was streaming.
"Your Majesty said that if you die, you must be buried in the Eastern family's ancestral graveyard." Green Cloud gritted her teeth and said.
Upon hearing this, Mu Yueluo looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, but it was filled with sadness.
Then, she took out a silver and gold floral bridge hairpin and forcefully swallowed it, lying down on the snow.
Legend has it that women who die by swallowing gold will turn into a fierce ghost and curse the living.
