After receiving the news of Ling Yue’s death, it was a sunny day.
It’s less than half a year since the child was sent to the palace.
Pei Lingyan had very few opportunities to see the child. For some reason, the queen always refused to let her see her.
Only when Xuan Chengguang spoke could Pei Lingyan go to Jiaotai Hall to stay for a short time and hug her child.
Lingyue died of smallpox.
A child who is less than one year old has given smallpox, almost giving up half of his life to the King of Hell.
Pei Lingyan knew very well that this had nothing to do with the queen and the emperor.
But when she saw the child’s body, she still wanted to stab them to death.
Yes, they.
These ruthless and unrighteous people, Xuan’s family.
Pei Lingyan did not cry in Jiaotai Hall.
She held the child’s body in a daze and saluted the queen, then watched helplessly as the person took her child away and took her to somewhere.
In the royal family, no children who grew up were even worthy of erecting monuments.
Her spiritual moon, her beloved Lingyue, since she was born, became a piece of loess underground.
The queen seemed to be sad, lying on the soft couch, the palace maid pressed her forehead and sobbed and told her the whole story.
Pei Lingyan listened numbly, nodded numbly, and then thanked her numbly.
How ridiculous, her child is dead, and she still has to be grateful to those who have not taken good care of her child.
“Mother is worried about taking care of Lingyue.
This is a natural disaster and cannot be changed by human resources.” Pei Lingyan murmured, kowtow and kneel down.
She didn’t know how she walked out of the gate of Jiaotai Hall, but she only knew that after she went out, she turned around and took a look, but only an idea appeared in her heart.
In the future, she will definitely sit on the phoenix throne of Jiaotai Hall.
This thought flashed through and Pei Lingyan completely lost consciousness.
The endless tide wrapped around Pei Lingyan’s whole body, making her unable to tell whether she was still alive in the world.
To her, these two words are no different from being dead.
But when she saw the sky light, Pei Lingyan knew that she had returned to the world.
“Crown Princess, you have been in a coma for three days and three nights.”
The little maid next to you looked sad.
Lingyue was finally buried on the Gushan Mountain outside the imperial tomb.
Pei Lingyan didn’t go to sing a stick of incense for her children. She was afraid that she would rush into the palace and swallow the queen and the emperor alive.
But the only reason left makes Pei Lingyan vaguely aware ofShe actually couldn’t blame anyone.
Ling Yue’s death was because she had not survived the disaster of smallpox.
If you want to blame, you can only blame her for not sticking to it anymore and keeping the child by her side to take care of her.
When Wang came, Pei Lingyan was reading the account book in the study room of the main hall.
Hearing the footsteps, she just looked up slightly, nodded but said nothing, lowered her eyes and continued to look at the account book in her hand.
Wang looked much pale and became a little old.