After being released from prison, the King of Zhenxi asked me to give birth to cubs for him!

Chapter 65 Zhao Qingshu died

"Come here, lord, the doctor is here..."

Outside, Peng Shengti broke in from the door with a half-dressed doctor.

The doctor immediately went over to check on Zhao Qingshu. In the confusion, Liu Qingli was pushed aside.

Zhao Qingshu's hands were gently hanging on the side of the bed, and her eyes were slowly closed.

Her face was extremely sallow, and she had only breathed in, not vented...

Liu Qingli's whole body seemed to have been drained of strength, her eyes were vacantly staring at Zhao Qingshu on the hospital bed, her face was covered with tears.

He watched Zhao Qingshu, who had been in high spirits a few days ago, become terminally ill in an instant, as if he was about to die at any moment.

Liu Qingli's heart ached so badly that she couldn't breathe.

"My lord..." After the doctor's examination, he helplessly shook his head at Ye Guichen, "The patient is exhausted, please forgive me for my inability to recover."

Ye Guichen's figure flickered, and he barely stood still while propping up on the table, his eyes were full of oppressive obscurity.

Liu Qingli cried uncontrollably: "Mother..."

On the bed, Zhao Qingshu still breathed her last breath, her lips moved slowly.

Even if it is as powerful as Ye Guichen, his eyes are red at this moment, and not only tears are streaming down his face: "Mother, do you have anything else to say?"

"Chen'er... Qingli..." Zhao Qingshu called out the names of the two with great difficulty.

Liu Qingli struggled to walk over: "Mother, I'm here, I'm..."

Her voice was already hoarse.

"You...be well, Qingli...take care, Chen'er..."

It was very difficult for Zhao Qingshu to speak intermittently.

Liu Qingli tried her best to hold back her tears, and choked up the promise: "Mother, don't worry, I will take good care of the prince..."

"Chen'er..." Zhao Qingshu called again softly.

Ye Guichen knelt by the bed and gently pressed his forehead against the back of her hand, not wanting others to see the fragility in his eyes: "Mother..."

Zhao Qingshu didn't speak for a long time, and everyone could only hear her very light breathing.

After a long time, I heard her whisper softly like a mosquito, and said with great effort: "Don't... bury me... with your father, let me be free for a while..."

Ye Guichen hardly had any hesitation or hesitation: "Okay, I promise you, everything is up to you..."

"You have Qingli to take care of you... so mother can rest assured, mother... is gone..."

Zhao Qingshu's hands were completely lowered, her lips were pursed together, her head tilted, and she died forever.

"mother!"

Liu Qingli couldn't take the blow, her eyes went dark, and she fainted.

Zhao Qingshu's death plunged the entire Zhenxi Palace into a dead silence.

Ye Guichen also almost indulged in grief for a time and couldn't extricate himself.

But for the sake of the peace of the palace, he quickly cheered up and began to organize Zhao Qingshu's funeral.

Liu Qingli's fetal gas moved, and she lay on the bed for a whole day. When she woke up, the room was pitch black, extremely quiet, and there was no one there.

Her throat was so dry and itchy, and her body was exhausted, she finally struggled to get up to drink water.

But I found that the kettle on the table was empty and there was nothing.

There was no lamp in the room, and she kicked over a chair when she just got out of bed.

If there is no one outside, otherwise there would be such a big commotion, no one would come in.

Liu Qingli knew in her heart that once Zhao Qingshu died, no one in Zhenxi Palace would take care of her as a princess, and no one would care about her life or death.

She sat alone and relaxed, wanting to see Zhao Qingshu off for the last time.

When he was about to reach the palace, Liu Qingli heard the sound of sutra chanting coming from the palace.

She was about to go in, but was stopped by two guards: "Miss Liu, you can't go in."

"Why?" She couldn't accept it for a while, "I just want to send Aunt Zhao for the last time, please let me in..."

Her voice was very hoarse, and she looked really pitiful.

But the two guards were unmoved at all: "This is the prince's intention, Miss Liu, I advise you not to waste your time in vain."

"Not everyone is qualified to participate in the funeral of the prince's mother. The prince said that he doesn't want to see dirty people at the funeral. Please leave."

Liu Qingli was hit hard, her head began to have a dull pain again, and her vision was in a trance.

The grief and sadness in her eyes could not be concealed, and her tone was low: "Ye Guichen, do you have to do such a terrible thing..."

She knew a long time ago that once Zhao Qingshu died, her cooperation with Ye Guichen would come to an end.

But she didn't expect this man to be so ruthless that she wouldn't even let her see him for the last time.

Even if she is asked to offer a stick of incense to Zhao Qing...

The two guards didn't want to talk to Liu Qingli, so they drove her out.

Liu Qingli's stomach was very uncomfortable, and it took a long time for the stone lion at the door to recover.

No, she can't go on like this anymore, the child needs to rest...

Now that she has lost Aunt Zhao, if anything happens to the child, she...will not be able to survive.

There was no other way, Liu Qingli had no choice but to spend all the money left on her body, and went to find the cheapest low-end inn next to the village in the city to stay.

Zhao Qingshu's funeral was extremely grand, and Ye Guichen even invited monks from the royal ashram to chant sutras, and almost all the dignitaries in the entire capital sent people to express their condolences.

Pingxuanhou Mansion is naturally among them.

Wang Yuelian first followed Wang Junsheng and Liu Jiaoyue to burn a stick of incense, bowed, and then couldn't wait to go to the yard to look for Ye Guichen.

Not seeing Liu Qingli by his side, Wang Yuelian showed dissatisfaction, and said mockingly: "My lord, I didn't expect Liu Qingli to be so ruthless, and to be in such a hurry to break up with you, that she didn't even attend the old lady's funeral. The old lady treated her so well before, she is really an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf..."

Both her parents told her that once Zhao Qingshu died, Liu Qingli would be useless to Ye Guichen.

She can belittle and insult Liu Qingli at will without worrying about causing dissatisfaction.

Ye Guichen's eyebrows were dark, he glanced at her up and down, and said in a low voice, "You came here just to tell me this?"

He didn't sleep all night, and his eyes were full of bruises, but this didn't affect the terrifying aura around him in the slightest.

Wang Yuelian's heart was pounding, and she quickly changed the subject: "Of course not, my lord, I am very worried about you, so I came to see you..."

Her eyes were full of sincerity, and she said softly and considerately like a spring breeze: "I know that you will be very sad when the old lady is gone, but you still have me and the baby in my belly. We will be with you in the future, so don't sad..."

Ye Guichen was not moved when he heard this.

What he even thought about in his mind was the image of Liu Qingli kneeling beside Zhao Qingshu's bed, promising to accompany him for the rest of his life...

This picture was so abrupt that he didn't know why he suddenly remembered it.

Obviously Liu Qingli was just showing off.

But when he thinks this way, why does he feel a little lost and regretful...

"My lord?" Wang Yuelian saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, her eyes were straightened, and she boldly stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him.

(End of this chapter)