War Prince's Mansion
Concubine Sun's complexion was sallow, she kept pacing in the front hall, and the handkerchief in her hand was rubbed into disarray.
"Toffee, there's news from outside!" The servant stumbled into the room, sweat dripping down his neck and into his collar, with an anxious look on his face.
Concubine Sun quickly stood up straight and asked in a loud voice, "What's the news? Tell me quickly!"
The servant swallowed his saliva and knocked his head heavily on the ground, "There is an order from above. The prince is in jail. The physical evidence of rebellion is conclusive. Someone on the prince's side has betrayed... and the witnesses are here!"
When Princess Sun heard this, she exhaled a breath and took two steps back in vain.
"Toffee!" The servant took two steps forward on his knees, with a look of fear on his face, "Please be careful!"
Concubine Sun covered her heart, shook her head slowly, pointed at him and said, "Go on, what else was said above!"
The servant wiped his sweat and said in a trembling voice, "The prince intends to rebel, and the emperor is furious... He ordered that he be executed in three days, the entire government was dismissed, and the family members were demoted to common people and exiled to Niutou Cliff three thousand miles away."
As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Sun felt her blood surge up, she spat out blood with a loud sound, and immediately lost consciousness.
"Toffee!"
When the government doctor came, Mrs. Sun was still unconscious in bed, completely unconscious.
After checking her pulse, the doctor sighed softly and slowly shook his head, "The concubine has a chronic poison in her body. The toxin has entered her lungs. Right now... there is no cure. Please prepare for the funeral."
"Slow poison..." Nanny Cui was stunned, with a look of disbelief on her face, "How is that possible! All the food that the concubine eats passes through my hands, where did the slow poison come from?"
Immediately, her expression paused, as if she had recalled something, "Aunt Xun... It's Aunt Xun..."
"These days, Aunt Xun is too attentive to the concubine. She cooks all kinds of soups and brings them to her every day..." Aunt Cui swallowed and murmured, "Yes, it must be her!"
Aunt Cui blushed angrily, "Why don't you get Aunt Xun over here!"
After lighting a stick of incense, the little maid who was sent out said with a pale face and a choked voice, "Mommy, this slave is incompetent... Aunt Xun's yard is too clean, and the building is already empty!"
Grandma Cui was heartbroken and fainted.
Prince Zhan's palace was in chaos, but the Fang family in Xicheng was extremely quiet.
Fang Lan sat in the room, staring at the embroidery pattern with his head lowered, sketching out the pattern stitch by stitch.
"Madam." The little round-faced man quickly walked into the house and said softly, "The King of War has rebelled. There is irrefutable evidence. The Holy One has decreed that he will be beheaded on the streets of Dongshi three days later!"
The needle tip pierced the fingertip and drew out a drop of blood.
Fang Lan's hand holding the silver needle froze, his eyes fell on the blood-stained embroidery pattern, and he lost his mind.
She embroidered an orchid, which was originally an elegant flower, but became very magical because of a few drops of blood.
Fang Lan's eyes were sore, but she couldn't shed a single tear. After a while, she breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "I know."
Xiao Yuan took two steps forward, with a worried look on her face, "Madam, you..."
"I have nothing to do." Fang Lan smiled and lowered his eyes, "You go to Dongshi and buy two yellow croakers. Let's have steamed fish for lunch today."
The little round face looked at Fang Lan, and after confirming again and again that she was fine, he nodded and said with a smile, "I'll go right away!"
It wasn't until the little round-faced figure disappeared into the room that Fang Lan murmured, "I can't even go back..."
The little round face was holding a bamboo basket and was thinking about what more vegetables to buy when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure outside the door, peeking in furtively on tiptoe.
"Hey! What are you doing?" The little round-faced man stood in front of that person with his hands on his hips and an annoyed look on his face. He was about to yell, but suddenly he saw her appearance clearly.
"Xun..." The little round face's eyes widened, and his face was livid, "Xunfang?"
Xunfang, who stood opposite her, was thin and had become increasingly cold in recent days. However, she was only wearing a long skirt, carrying a small cloth bag behind her back, and her eyes were stained with red clouds.
The little round face was extremely disgusted with her, and shouted loudly, "What are you doing here?"
Xunfang clutched her skirt and was happy when she saw the small round face.
Since she is here, then the lady must be there too!
"I..." Xunfang opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
What should I say... before Jia'er would let him in to take a look at the lady?
Seeing her squirming, the little round-faced boy rolled his eyes impatiently and raised his hand to push her, "Go, go, I'm annoying to see you! Since you are pregnant with Jingui's seed, don't show yourself to our lady!"
"No, Jia'er, I..." Xunfang staggered as she pushed her, and murmured, "I just want to come and see her..."
"Who are you looking at? Could it be our wife?" The little round face sneered, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes. "I didn't expect that finding my aunt is very particular. Winning alone is not enough, but you also have to take a look at your defeated generals?"
Xunfang shook his head, "I don't have such thoughts, I just..."
Miss her very much...
Before she could say the next words, the little round face snorted coldly, and before she could finish speaking, he closed the door to block her out.
Xunfang opened his mouth, and the light in his eyes became dull.
She found a corner, squatted down slowly, and hugged her knees with her hands, just like she did when she was a child.
The weather was not good, and an hour later, dark clouds suddenly rolled up in the originally clear sky, and raindrops as big as soybeans fell sparsely.
Fang Lan held up an oil-paper umbrella and walked out of the door quickly, followed by Jia'er who looked unconvinced.
"You're such a kid!" Fang Lan turned to glare at her and scolded in a low voice, "Since she's here, why did you tell me now?"
The little round face pouted and murmured, "Why would Madam care about such a scheming person?"
Fang Lan sighed and patted her head gently, "When did you act so unsafely? If she doesn't leave and the rain doesn't stop, won't she get seriously ill?"
The little round face became more and more unconvinced and curled his lips, "She and the madam are not related, and there is nothing important. How could she wait like a fool and not leave?"
The door of the mansion was wide open, Fang Lan lifted her skirt and stepped across the threshold, looking around.
The rain is getting heavier, and the little round face can hardly open its eyes.
Fang Lan narrowed his eyes and saw a group of miniatures in the rain curtain. His heart tightened and he walked over quickly.
"Madam, wait for me!" The little round face struggled to hold the umbrella, trying to protect Fang Lan from the wind and rain.
Approaching the shadow, Fang Lan's mind became more and more out of control, as if some memory was being brought out again.
Standing still, Fang Lan regained consciousness, looked at the ball on the ground, and unconsciously curled his fingertips.
"I remembered." Fang Lan stared at Xunfang, his voice was hoarse, mixed with traces of sadness.
The little round face was puzzled, "What did Madam remember?"
Fang Lan trembled her lips and murmured, "Remember... who she is."
After finishing speaking, Fang Lan knelt down, raised his hand to push her, and called softly, "Xunfang..."
Unexpectedly, this push pushed her to the ground effortlessly.
Xunfang closed her eyes tightly and lay on the ground unconscious.
Fang Lan's pupils shrank and she shouted loudly, "Go find a doctor quickly!"
