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General Luo Luo Tianquan immediately had an anxious discussion with his advisor Xie Wenyuan upon learning of his daughter Consort Luo's serious illness. The atmosphere in their emergency meeting room was unusually tense.
Luo Tianquan had a livid expression and angrily asked, "Xie Wenyuan, didn't you say that everything was foolproof? Why is my daughter now seriously ill?"
Xie Wenyuan's brow furrowed deeply, his face filled with doubt and unease: "General, I am also very surprised. According to our plan, there should be no problem. Could it be that there is someone else behind the scenes holding the flag?"
He screamed, his voice revealing urgency: "Disaster, General, we have overlooked only her, this is bad! We must immediately take Consort Luo out of the palace. Time is running out, any delay and the Empress's life will be in imminent danger."
Luo Tianquan nodded heavily and immediately prepared to meet with Emperor Han Yu at the palace.
Inside the palace, Han Yu was handling state affairs in the council chamber, his expression serious and his gaze deep. At that moment, Luo Tianquan hurried into the chamber, looking quite flustered.
Han Yu saw Luo Tianquan in such a hurry and asked, "General Luo, what has happened?"
Luo Tianquan knelt on the ground, his voice filled with despair: "Your Majesty, Consort Luo is seriously ill and in critical condition. I request to have the consort moved out of the palace and brought home for treatment. I hope Your Majesty will grant permission!"
Han Yu was shocked to hear this and deeply understood the importance of Consort Luo in the palace. After a moment of contemplation, he solemnly said, "General Luo, I understand your feelings. Considering Consort Luo's situation, I grant your request. But it must be ensured that everything is safe, and there must be no mishaps."
Luo Tianquan quickly replied, "Thank you, Your Majesty! I will be careful and ensure the safety of the consort."
In the palace of Consort Luo, the situation looks very urgent. Luo Tianquan and a group of physicians and eunuchs are busy preparing to move Consort Luo out of the palace.
Consort Luo lies on the bed, her face pale, her breathing weak. Her eyes reveal weakness and confusion, as if feeling powerless about her own fate.
Luo Tianquan stood by the bed, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety. He softly said to Consort Luo, "Daughter, don't be afraid, father will take you home and make you better."
Consort Luo reluctantly opened her eyes, looked at her father, and managed to smile faintly, "Father..."
The physicians carefully placed Consort Luo onto a stretcher, preparing to slowly move her out of the palace. Luo Tianquan followed closely, never daring to relax for a moment.
When Consort Luo was being transferred out of the palace, the entire harem fell into a commotion. Many concubines and palace maids were whispering to each other, curious and worried about Consort Luo's condition.
At the moment Consort Luo was sent out of the palace, Chen Feng'er looked out of her chamber window, her heart filled with complex emotions. She knew that all of this would have a significant impact on the palace's situation.
Chen Feng'er gently placed her hand on her belly, filled with worry and uncertainty. She knew that not only Consort Luo's fate was changing, but her own and the future of her unborn child were also filled with unknowns.
Night falls again, and everything in the palace seems unusually quiet. Chen Feng'er lies quietly in bed, gazing at the moonlight outside the window, with a myriad of thoughts in her mind.
The night was as dark as ink, and the silence of the palace was suddenly shattered by a scream.
Chen Feng'er, the queen of the Zhou Dynasty, woke from her sleep in terror, feeling a tearing pain in her abdomen.
Her face turned deathly pale as she trembled, trying to soothe the intense pain in her stomach with her shaking hands.
"Quick... call the doctor!" she struggled to utter these words, then vomited a mouthful of blood before passing out.
Xiao Yan, the personal palace maid of Chen Feng'er, rushed out of the palace in panic. Her voice was filled with fear: "Quick! Call the royal physician, the queen mother is in trouble!"
Soon, the royal physician Physician Fu arrived with a group of eunuchs and palace maids in haste. They were all shocked to see Chen Feng'er lying on the bed, pale-faced and barely breathing.
Physician Fu immediately began the rescue operation. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he faced this urgent situation, feeling an unprecedented level of pressure. He directed the palace maids to prepare hot water and clean cloths, while quickly checking Chen Feng'er's pulse.
"Empress, you must stay strong, the child still needs you!" Xiao Yan cried as she held Chen Feng'er's hand, her tears falling onto Chen Feng'er's pale hand.
After a round of rescue efforts, Chen Feng'er was forced to undergo an emergency delivery. The atmosphere in the palace was so heavy that you could almost hear everyone's heartbeat.
Finally, with a sharp cry, the child was born. However, due to the underdevelopment of the fetus, the child died shortly after birth.
This news struck everyone in the palace like a bolt from the blue. When Chen Feng'er woke up, she learned that her child was no longer in her belly, and an expression of disbelief and pain appeared on her face.
"No... it's impossible... my child..." she hoarsely murmured, her eyes filled with despair and grief.
Emperor Han Yu received the news and hurried to the palace. Seeing the bed covered in bloodstains and Chen Feng'er in a state of utter grief, he felt as if his heart was being cut with a knife.
"Feng'er, I'm sorry... I couldn't protect you and the child..." Han Yu's voice was filled with self-blame and pain as he gently held Chen Feng'er, tears welling up in his eyes.
Chen Feng'er had a vacant look in her eyes, as if she had lost her soul. Her hand lightly caressed her flat abdomen, her face filled with inconsolable sadness.
“Why... why did this happen...” Her voice was filled with despair, and she seemed to have lost all the vitality in her.
At this moment, the entire palace was shrouded in sadness and silence. The news of the queen losing her child quickly spread throughout the harem, and everyone's hearts were filled with sympathy and pity.
Consort Sun sent warm soup and medicinal herbs to Chen Feng'er, her eyes filled with concern: "Empress, you must stay strong. The entire Zhou Dynasty needs you."
Meanwhile, in the cold palace, the demoted Chen Huang'er showed a hint of complex emotions on her face upon hearing the news. "Sister, you have finally tasted the pain of losing a child..." she said coldly, her eyes flashing with madness and hatred.
Chen Feng'er lost her child, which was the biggest blow in her life. Both her body and mind suffered great trauma, and she seemed to have lost the will to live.
Day after day, Chen Feng'er's body gradually recovered, but her heart remained unsettled. She lay quietly in her chamber every day, with a vacant look in her eyes, as if her soul had left this world along with her child.
"Chen Feng'er, you must be strong, you still have us..." Every day, Emperor Han Yu would come to her chambers, trying to soothe her pain with his warmth. But no matter how hard he tried, Chen Feng'er's heart seemed to have already drifted away from this world.
In the quiet of the night, Chen Feng'er lay alone in bed, the moonlight outside casting a painful silhouette on her face. Her heart was filled with endless sorrow and confusion, unsure of what her future would hold.
That night, she had a dream of her child playing in the sky with other children.
The child's smile was so pure and carefree. Chen Feng'er's heart was filled with love and longing, but when she reached out to hold the child, the child turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the night sky.
She woke up, only to find her pillow soaked through, her heart torn apart and in unbearable pain.
Since then, Chen Feng'er has felt a hollow in her heart, and her smile has never returned.
Her eyes have lost their former luster, leaving only deep sadness and despair.
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