The Enchanting Imperial Concubine (Book 3)

Chapter 430 - Investigation

Seeing her like this, it was a case of the deepest sorrow stemming from a dead heart.

Ye Yun lowered her gaze slightly, tucked in the corner of the blanket for her, and stood up.

"You should rest well. You're still young. If you take care of yourself, you will have more children with the Emperor in the future. It's a blessing to share a bed for a thousand years. Even if your maternal bond has come to an end, you should cherish your relationship with the Emperor."

Qi Xiuyi lay on the couch, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

After a long while, she spoke softly, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your comfort. I will not give up on myself."

In truth, she had just wanted to leave with the child, but Ye Yun's words managed to pull her back somewhat.

Qi Xiuyi truly had a sincere heart for Ning Chen.

Hearing her say this, Ye Yun felt relieved.

The Qi family was also a prominent minister in the court, and losing the Seventh Prince required careful appeasement. If Qi Xiuyi were to lose herself as well, it would be even harder for Ning Chen to handle.

Of course, Ye Yun wished that Ning Chen belonged only to her, but being in the harem required a certain level of clarity.

Otherwise, if she were to be jealous and resentful every day, she would have long since caused her own distress.

Qi Xiuyi's deep feelings were the reason she dedicated herself wholeheartedly to Ning Chen, disregarding everything else, and refusing to employ tactics to compete for favor, only seeking the Emperor's genuine affection.

But where could a monarch find that much genuine affection?

Perhaps the truth was, he had already given his heart to someone else, leaving no second portion for Qi Xiuyi.

After leaving the inner hall, the other concubines arrived, all of whom Ye Yun sent away.

Only Hui Fei stayed behind to say a few more words.

Ning Chen was the last to arrive.

It was not that he was not proactive, but he had been praying for his two sons, staying up late last night in the Fengxian Hall to copy scriptures and offer blessings.

Hearing the news of the Seventh Prince's death felt like a piece of his heart was missing; it caused him deep pain.

Although there had been concubines who had miscarried in the past, it was different from a child being born and then not surviving; this was the first time it had happened to a prince.

The pain of losing a child struck deeper.

"Your Majesty, do you want to go in and take a look? Qi Xiuyi has just lied down, and she is in a terrible state." Ye Yun said softly.

Ning Chen lowered his gaze, "No, there's no need to disturb her rest. Additionally, promote Qi Xiuyi to Shunrong."

"That is only right." Ye Yun nodded, gently holding Ning Chen's hand.

It was unusually cold.

In that moment, her heart stirred and trembled slightly, "Your Majesty, please go back and rest for a while. I will handle the Seventh Prince's funeral arrangements, and I will make sure everything is appropriate."

"Let Hui Fei and Rong Shu Fei handle it. Your health is fragile; with so many matters piling up, if you were to fall ill, I would feel even worse." Ning Chen held her hand in return.

He felt a tinge of guilt in his heart.

Ye Yun was physically weak after giving birth, and Imperial Physician Shen said it would take three to five years to recover. But since returning to the palace, the tasks had been relentless, leaving her no time to rest.