My Prince said he'd break my legs.

Qinglan didn't care that they were in public anymore and suddenly lifted Liang Zhiyi's skirt.

A black snake, as thick as two fingers, was biting Liang Zhiyi's calf tightly, refusing to let go. Its sharp teeth were deeply embedded in the flesh, and the area around the wound was black and swollen, indicating that it was a highly venomous snake.

Consort Shu knelt to Liang Zhiyi's right. She spotted the snake at a glance and was so frightened that she scrambled backward, crying out, "Ah... snake, snake! Help! There's a poisonous snake!"

Qinglan's desperate cries pierced through the cacophony of weeping and chaos: "Imperial Physician! Imperial Physician, come quickly!"

Then he pounced on it, grabbed the black snake by its vital spot and flung it away, causing chaos in the crowd.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Pei Yue's pupils contracted sharply. He turned around and saw Liang Zhiyi lying on the ground, with a pool of blood beneath her.

The imperial physician and midwife were nearby. Considering that Liang Zhiyi was in her late pregnancy, Pei Yue had the imperial physician and midwife wait by the side just in case.

In the brief moment they rushed towards them, Qinglan swiftly tore off her skirt and tightly bound it around Liang Zhiyi's thigh to prevent blood flow. Then, she bent down and repeatedly sucked the black blood from the wound with her mouth.

One imperial physician immediately used acupuncture to stop Liang Zhiyi's blood flow, while another imperial physician used a knife to cut open the wound and let the blood bleed out until the blood that came out was bright red.

Pei Yue picked up Liang Zhiyi and ran into the side hall of Cixi Palace in a few steps.

Liang Zhiyi felt dizzy and disoriented as she lay on the couch. Her vision began to blur, and her abdomen tightened and ached incessantly.

"Pei Yue, I'm in pain, Pei Yue..."

Pei Yue held her hand tightly and gently comforted her, "I know, I'm here, don't be afraid."

"Your Majesty, the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and the antidote for snake venom have been retrieved." Yu Zhao used his lightness skill to retrieve it; he had already ground the Ganoderma lucidum into powder.

Pei Yue took the pill, then fed it to Liang Zhiyi to neutralize the snake venom.

Then, he mixed the Ganoderma lucidum powder with warm honey water and gave it to Liang Zhiyi to protect her heart and prevent her heart from stopping suddenly due to the poison.

Throughout the entire process, Pei Yue remained calm and composed, and no one could tell that he was trying his best to suppress his trembling hands.

"Use Lobelia chinensis, Hedyotis diffusa, and Anoectochilus roxburghii..." The imperial physician named a few more herbs: "Decoct them in water and give them to Consort Zhao."

"Yes." Qinglan didn't dare to delay and went to prepare the medicine herself.

Liang Zhiyi curled up in pain, her body covered in cold sweat.

She felt extremely dizzy, her heart was pounding violently as if it were about to jump out of her chest, and she was sweating profusely as her breathing became rapid.

She was forced to drink bowls of bitter medicine, and then a piece of ginseng was stuffed into her mouth.

She could feel Pei Yue's fingers trembling as he held hers, and she could hear the midwife telling her to take deep breaths and to cooperate.

She cooperated well with the midwife, breathing and pushing in accordance with her instructions.

However, she felt she had no strength left, and as she exerted her last bit of strength, she didn't know who was pressing on her stomach.

immediately........

A clear, loud cry of a baby rang out.

The pain suddenly disappeared, and Liang Zhiyi collapsed onto the couch, feeling utterly exhausted.

The midwife wept with joy: "It's a boy! Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Consort Zhao! It's a prince!"

The imperial physician stepped forward to carefully examine the young prince's body, and breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed and reported, "Your Majesty, fortunately the snake venom was cleared in time, and the delivery was completed in a very short period of time. The young prince is fine."

Pei Yue waved his hand, signaling the nanny to bring the little prince over for Liang Zhiyi to see.

Liang Zhiyi smiled faintly, "This child is really good-looking."

She didn't feel anything when she was pregnant, but now that she saw that she could give birth to such a lovely child, she wanted to hold the child. At that moment, she wanted to accept her fate.

Before she could even reach out her hand, she felt a gush of blood.

The midwives' faces turned deathly pale instantly: "This, this is... a sign of postpartum hemorrhage."

Hemorrhage?

Isn't that what modern medicine calls massive bleeding?

In ancient times, medical conditions were poor, and postpartum hemorrhage was almost always fatal.

Liang Zhiyi curled her lips in a mocking smile, never expecting that her final fate would be to die on the delivery bed.

Blood gushed out from beneath her, soaking the thick fur quilt, and even the imperial physician's acupuncture to stop the bleeding was to no avail.

The room was packed with people kneeling on the floor. The imperial physician's voice trembled as he said, "Your Majesty, Consort Zhao... is beyond saving."

Pei Yue's face was terribly grim, and he spat out a few words through gritted teeth: "If the Imperial Concubine dies, you all die."

Liang Zhiyi felt her hands and feet getting cold. Was she going to die?

She grasped Pei Yue's hand in return: "Pei Yue."

"Yes, I'm here. Don't be afraid, Zhizhi."

Liang Zhiyi laughed inwardly. He was the one who was scared, what a coward! She wasn't scared at all. In fact, she felt a sense of relief.

"No, please stop killing people."

Pei Yue closed his eyes tightly. He didn't dare to think about what would happen if she really dared to die.

Liang Zhiyi tightened her grip on Pei Yue's hand. She felt she was holding Pei Yue's hand very tightly, but to Pei Yue it felt like a feather gently resting on his hand.

"Please, promise me, don't kill anyone else because of me. I hope to be reborn into a better family in my next life."

"Let's name our son Pei Heng, wishing him a smooth and worry-free life."

Her voice was so weak it was almost inaudible, and her consciousness began to fade...

Pei Yue told everyone to step back, picked her up, and carried her. He was covered in her blood, but he couldn't feel any warmth from her body.

At that moment, he felt regret.

Why was he so insistent on having the child she bore? Why did he make her come to see his mother off?

Why...?

That night, the candles in the side hall of Cixi Palace burned until dawn.

Historical records state: When Consort Gui died, she was posthumously honored as Empress Yixian. The Emperor was deeply grieved, suspended court sessions, wore mourning clothes, and was overcome with sorrow. From then on, he never set foot in the inner palace again. He then established the prince born to Consort Gui as the crown prince, and personally raised him, never leaving his side day and night. He personally taught him poetry, books, and strategies, and personally passed on the art of emperorship to express his deep affection.

The crown prince grew up to be a man of imposing stature and capable of shouldering great responsibilities, so the emperor issued an edict to pass the throne to him. On the day the new emperor ascended the throne, the emperor himself was exhausted and died, his heart broken. Throughout his life, he never again approached any woman, and his only thought was of one person.

Finish!

(This novel is essentially a sequel to the previous one. Because I didn't write the previous one well, I always had a little regret in my heart, so I wrote a similar one. However, the writing process was too depressing. Some people said that if she was unwilling, why didn't she fake her death and escape? But she was just an ordinary woman who died after transmigrating but was reborn with her memories. How could she fake her death when she was being watched by people all the time? I just can't think of it.)

Goodbye, my darlings! Do you want a side story?