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Chapter 392 Bereavement
(Second update!)

Seeing An Jieyu lying on the ground bleeding, Zhu Xuanzhi suddenly felt his eyes darken, his footsteps were uncontrollably vain, and he ran to An Jieyu's side staggeringly, his eyes were already hot.

He didn't see Emperor Chongde who was at the head of the hall, nor did he see Concubine Shu and Zhu Xuanming standing beside him. He only saw An Jieyu who was breathing weakly.

He carefully helped An Jieyu up, gently wiped the black blood from the corner of her mouth for her, and said softly, "Mother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare the child. Mother..."

Zhu Xuanzhi called out in a low voice, and as soon as he uttered the sound, tears flowed from his hot eyes, but he didn't realize it, he just waited for An Jieyu's response.

An Jieyu's eyelids were closed, but there was still a trace of breath.She seemed to have heard Zhu Xuanzhi's call, and her eyelids moved, obviously trying to open them, wanting to take another, last look at her son.

"Mother, the baby is here, and the baby is fine. Mother, open your eyes, open your eyes..." Zhu Xuanzhi choked up and called, not daring to shout loudly, for fear of scaring An Jieyu.
He leaned on An Jieyu and didn't dare to shake her too hard, but the black blood from the corner of An Jieyu's mouth was still gushing out, no matter how Zhu Xuanzhi wiped it off, he couldn't finish it.

An Jieyu's eyelids moved, a thin slit opened, and the slit gradually became larger until the eyes were half-opened.When she was dying, she exhausted her last bit of strength, opened her eyes, and looked at her child.
However, her eyes were already blurred, and she could only see a round face, but she couldn't see the brows and eyes clearly, and of course she couldn't see the blurred appearance of tears.

But she knew, knew how sad her child was, why wasn't it the same in her heart?Her child was just past the age of the first teeth, and she raised him safely until he was 11 years old, but she could no longer be with him in the future.

She can't be with him anymore, can't see him leave the palace, can't see him get crowned, and can't see him marry a wife and have children, she...she knows that she is going to die.

Tears poured out of An Jieyu's half-opened eyes.Hearing her son's call at this moment, how much she misses her, how much she wants to be with him, how much she wants to see him grow up safely, how much she can't bear it... Zhi'er is still so young, and she has to bear the pain of losing her mother.

She wanted to stretch out her hand to touch her baby again, but she could only move her hand and couldn't lift it up.

Zhu Xuanzhi seemed to know what she wanted to do, grabbed her hand with one hand and stuck it to his face, and called out: "Mother, mother, don't go away, see the baby again, and stay with the baby..."

Zhu Xuanzhi repeated these contents, and never thought of anything else.His hot tears dripped on the clasped hands of mother and child, bringing more than burning pain and sorrow.

An Jieyu opened and closed her lips, as if she was about to say something, but she couldn't hear it.Zhu Xuanzhi put his ear close to her mouth, trying to hear what An Jieyu was saying.

"Master...Master..." An Jieyu couldn't complete her words, she only said these two words.

Master, master, teacher, when she was dying, she wanted to tell Zhu Xuanzhi that he still had a teacher; she wanted to comfort him that he would not be alone; she wanted to tell him that he still had a teacher to rely on...

But she wanted to say in her heart that she couldn't say it anymore, there was only this one word, and she could only say this one word.

The mother and child are connected, but Zhu Xuanzhi understands it, and cried back: "Mother, the child understands, understands."

He nodded desperately, trying to reassure An Jieyu, but An Jieyu could no longer see her.Her half-open eyelids gradually drooped, then became a thin slit, and finally closed completely, but tears still dripped from the corners of the eyes.

Beside her son, An Jieyu closed her eyes, and left this world with endless reluctance and sadness.

She entered the palace at the age of 15. Although the family still exists, it is like no one.The only thing she has and the only thing she cares about is her son Zhu Xuanzhi. Now, she is leaving her son forever.

God, if you know, let me stay for a while, my soul will not go away, just for my only son...

Zhu Xuanzhi still maintained the movement of listening, still holding An Jieyu's hand, his heart suddenly hurt, and he couldn't help shouting: "Mother!"

The sadness in his voice spread throughout the Zichen Palace.Among the servants serving in the palace, some couldn't bear to turn their eyes away, not wanting to see this scene of life and death.The servants are all people who have abandoned their families and died. When they think of their mother who gave birth to them, they feel a little bit sad.

Those who mourn naturally do not include Concubine Shu and Zhu Xuanming.They watched An Jieyu lose her breath coldly, and felt relieved in their hearts.An Jieyu was assisted, forced to come to the Zichen Palace, and met the court lady who was summoned, how could she not die?
No matter whether she tells Shen Du or not in the end, she can only die.As early as in Xingning Palace, the face-to-face maid planted poison on that nettle. When this poison met the ambergris from Zichen Palace, it would be triggered, and An Jieyu would surely die.

Zhu Xuanming calculated very carefully.This net was woven by An Jieyu herself for Zhu Xuanzhi. Zhu Xuanzhi was gone, and An Jieyu, who was eager to think about it, would definitely bring the net to Zichen Palace.The act of committing suicide in fear of crime is enough to prove that An Jieyu is the one who murdered the princess!

People who are already dead will never speak.In this way, An Jieyu's crime will be confirmed, and at the same time, she will not have the opportunity to speak out about the coercion.One after another, Zhu Xuanming counted them all.

However, he didn't expect that Zhu Xuanzhi would appear in Zichen Palace at this time!At this time, shouldn't Lao Jiu be in the Yeting Bureau?Where have all the guarded servants gone?

What he was worried about was that his plan would be exposed, and the escape of Lao Jiu would affect the East Palace!He stared at Zhu Xuanzhi, worried and annoyed in his heart, so that his expression looked quite complicated.In this way, others probably thought that he was thinking about the concubine's pregnancy, so they didn't think it was strange.

Concubine Shu watched An Jieyu die with satisfaction, suppressed the smile on her lips, and still cried to Emperor Chongde: "Your Majesty, An Jieyu committed suicide in fear of crime, but she died lightly! It's just that the princess's belly is pitiful." What a pity for the unborn grandson of the emperor!"

At this time, of course she couldn't keep her word.An Jieyu is dead, and she can only die by committing suicide in fear of crime!Otherwise, how would this event be rounded off?Otherwise, how could Yonghe Palace benefit?
An Jieyu poisoned the Crown Princess and then committed suicide in fear of crime. After she died, the son she left behind would not be happy either!

This was Concubine Shu's wishful thinking. She was so absorbed in this that she didn't realize that Zhu Xuanzhi had raised his head and was looking straight at her!
(Outside the chapter: Second update! Two updates today, and I have to go to the hospital tomorrow, but I will try my best to update more. Please support, it is a new week, continue to ask for various tickets!)

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