sjar Chapter 321 Nightmare
Chapter 321 Nightmare
At night, An Lingrong stayed in Xianyue Pavilion and slept with Shen Meiyu.
A gentle breeze blew, and soon she fell asleep.
In the Suiyu Pavilion.
Outside the delivery room, the maids and the palace maids were like ants on a hot pan, hurried steps and panicked looks. Basins of blood were brought out one after another. The glaring red color looked particularly hideous in the dim light. The strong smell of blood filled the air, making people shudder.
Caiyue was already frightened to the point of paleness. Her legs gave way, and she knelt before Zhen Huan with a plop. Her voice was trembling as she cried out, "Oh no, oh no! The Queen is having a hemorrhage!"
The color drained from Zhen Huan's face instantly, and the teacup in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, shattering into pieces. She didn't care about anything else and stumbled towards the delivery room.
Rushing into the delivery room, she lifted the quilt with trembling hands, only to see large patches of blood under Shen Meizhuang's body. The deep red color was like a flower in full bloom but about to wither, spreading wildly and stinging people's eyes.
Shen Meizhuang's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were tightly closed, her bloodless lips were slightly open, and her breath was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
"Empress Hui has passed away!"
As the young eunuch sang loudly, Zhen Huan seemed to have all her strength drained away. Her originally straight back collapsed in an instant, and her legs seemed to have lost their support. She walked out of the hall with unsteady steps, and tears rolled down her face like beads with broken strings, streaking across her bloodless cheeks and soaking the collar of her clothes.
Her eyes were red and swollen, her eyes were empty and desperate, and she stared straight ahead. At first, her suppressed crying was as subtle as a mosquito or fly, but in a flash it grew louder and louder, and the sad crying lingered in every inch of the Shattered Jade Pavilion like a ghost, and every corner was filled with this sadness.
(Book friends, please automatically dub the song, even if the hair is cut off, the heart is still in turmoil...)
In the dark night, everything was silent. An Lingrong suddenly woke up from her chaotic dream and opened her eyes suddenly. At that moment, there was still fear and panic in her eyes.
Her chest heaved violently and she gasped for breath, as if she had just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe.
After a while, her consciousness gradually returned, and her thoughts gradually became clearer. She quickly turned her head and looked to her side. She saw Shen Meizhuang lying quietly, her eyes closed, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, with a faint smile, she was sleeping very soundly.
Seeing this scene, An Lingrong's heart finally settled down, and her tense body relaxed. She exhaled softly and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. Fortunately, it was just a dream.
But I just couldn't fall asleep.
She stood up carefully, stepped over Shen Meizhuang, lifted the curtain and walked out.
Caiyue, who was keeping watch on the couch, suddenly woke up. Just as she was about to ask, An Lingrong quickly put her index finger to her lips and made a gesture to keep quiet.
Caiyue understood and asked in a low voice, "My Lady, are you going to get up to go to the bathroom?"
An Lingrong waved her hand gently, said nothing, bent down to put on her shoes, and then slowly walked out of the hall. Her footsteps were so light that they made almost no sound.
Seeing this, Caiyue hurriedly turned around, took a piece of clothing from the hanger, and quickly followed.
An Lingrong sat on the steps at the palace entrance, looked up at the bright moon in the vast night sky and asked, "Caiyue, what day is it today?"
"My Lady, today is May 16th!"
"Oh, no wonder the moon is so round today!"
In the night sky, a bright moon hangs high, and the watery moonlight pours down without reservation.
She tilted her head back slightly, the moonlight outlining the contours of her face, making her face appear even softer under the cool moonlight. After a long moment, she slowly closed her eyes, feeling the caress of the moonlight, and her breathing gradually became steady.
On the other side, Shen Meizhuang, who was lying on the bed, subconsciously touched her side.
Over the years, An Lingrong was always restless when she slept and loved to kick the quilt. Shen Meizhuang was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she would wake up several times every night to help her cover the quilt again. At this moment, between half asleep and half awake, she still habitually repeated this action.
But this time, she touched a few times but didn't feel the familiar warm body. Her eyes, which were originally a little sleepy, suddenly widened and she became completely awake.
Could it be that Rong'er fell under the bed again?
She lifted the curtain and looked around on the ground but still couldn't find An Lingrong.
She stood up, only to find Caiyue standing at the entrance of the palace.
When she walked outside the hall, she saw An Lingrong sitting alone and quietly on the steps.
Shen Meizhuang's eyes were fixed on An Lingrong, and she felt the oppressive aura emanating from her body continuously, as if a pair of invisible hands were pressing a burden as heavy as a thousand-pound boulder on her delicate body.
An Lingrong's already slender body looked even more shaky under such heavy pressure, which made people feel pity for her.
Shen Meizhuang stared at her back quietly, feeling a fine and sharp pain in her heart. Then the pain quickly spread, filling her whole body and making her tremble slightly.
In fact, from the moment An Lingrong knew she was pregnant, Shen Meizhuang had sensed that something was amiss with her. Her brows were constantly furrowed, and her expression revealed an unconcealable worry. These subtle details were all noticed by the perceptive Shen Meizhuang.
At this moment, seeing An Lingrong looking so lonely and depressed, the suspicions that Shen Meizhuang had in her heart became even stronger.
I'm afraid there really is something wrong with this pregnancy.
When she thought of this, Shen Meizhuang's face turned even paler.
But she couldn't put all the pressure on An Lingrong alone!
After an unknown amount of time, An Lingrong slowly opened her eyes and smelled a familiar scent. She turned around and saw Shen Meizhuang standing behind her.
Shen Meizhuang was wearing a plain inner garment, with her waterfall-like black hair scattered casually, and no decoration on her body. She looked even more gentle against the backdrop of the night. Her slender figure stood gracefully, exuding an innate nobility and elegance.
Seeing her looking at her, Shen Meizhuang took two steps forward and sat on the steps with her.
An Lingrong turned slightly to the side and placed her head on her legs.
Shen Meizhuang raised her hand slightly, placed her palm on An Lingrong's back, and slowly stroked it.
She stared into the distance with a somewhat empty look in her eyes. After a long silence, she finally broke the silence and asked softly, "Is there something wrong with my child?"
"elder sister……"
An Lingrong's voice was choked with sobs, and she clutched the corner of Shen Meizhuang's clothes tightly.
"Alas...if there really is a problem..."
"Sister!" An Lingrong sat up straight, reached out to cover Shen Meizhuang's mouth, and her eyes were filled with unquestionable determination: "I'm here!"