A shrill scream pierced the quiet sky in the afternoon.

In the quiet courtyard of Penglai Palace, a handsome and tall figure walked back and forth, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand kept fiddling with the emerald ring on his thumb.

Standing next to him was a man in white clothes like snow, and a pretty woman with a protruding belly beside him.

The waiting process was very long, Ming Qingyang and Feng Feiyan looked at Ye Jinmo back and forth, and each of them began to feel nervous.

"Your Majesty, the concubine heard that Concubine Yu is giving birth, how is Concubine Yu's condition now?"

The queen who came in a hurry hurried forward to inquire about the result, but Ye Jinmo was still walking back and forth and didn't have time to pay attention to her.

Su Qiyu had been inside for half an hour, and the screams were even more horrific than before. The time passed bit by bit, and there was still no news.

"what……"

At this moment, another miserable scream rang out.

When the Queen heard this, she panicked. She rushed from Changxi Palace to Penglai Palace, and had to pass through Jasper Lake. It took a while for the news to come here. How come there is no response after so long?

"Ah...it hurts so much, I can't do it, I won't give birth..."

There was another scream in the room, accompanied by Su Qiyu's weak voice, it could be heard that she was already very tired.

"Yu'er..."

Ye Jinmo yelled in distress, no longer caring about waiting anxiously outside, and rushed towards the room with big strides.

Seeing this, the queen immediately shouted: "Your majesty, no, the room is full of blood, your majesty must not go in!"

But Ye Jinmo didn't listen at all, and kicked the door open.

He was startled by the smell of blood coming to his face, and ran towards the back room with his long legs.

"Yu'er, I'm here, I'm here to accompany you!"

He was anxious and in pain, more because of self-blame, if it wasn't for him, how could his beloved Yu'er suffer the pain of childbirth?

"Yu'er!"

"Hey, why did you come in, Your Majesty? Your Majesty, this room is not clean, you'd better wait outside, the servants will let the empress give birth safely."

The midwives were urging Ye Jinmo, but how could Ye Jinmo listen?No one dared to really stop him, so he ran directly to the bed.

"what……"

Su Qiyu's screams stopped abruptly after a loud cry, which made Ye Jinmo's heart break like a tight string.

"Niangniang, Niangniang..."

Suddenly, the midwives who were nervously exerting force also realized that Su Qiyu hadn't moved, and called Su Qiyu one after another.

A series of anxious shouts pulled Ye Jinmo's heart into his throat.

"Yu'er!"

Ye Jinmo's heart suddenly stabbed, and he quickly came to the bed. Seeing this, his stern face changed color in vain, and all expressions froze on his face.

Her Yu'er, with her pale little face, was wet with sweat, as if she had been soaked in water.

Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling out of focus, her mouth was wide open, and it seemed that she could still hear the painful cries from her mouth.

To Ye Jinmo's heartache, Su Qiyu remained motionless.

"Yu'er!" Ye Jinmo called her tentatively in disbelief, but Su Qiyu didn't respond.

Still maintaining that posture, as stiff as a sculpture.

"Yu'er! Yu'er!"

Ye Jinmo yelled again in fear, but there was still no response.

His feet softened, and he knelt and sat on the bedside suddenly, watching Su Qiyu quietly fall asleep. At that moment, he felt empty in his heart, like a full heart that was suddenly emptied by someone.

"Your majesty, your empress is having a difficult delivery, she...she..."

The midwife was afraid to say the word "dead" because it would make her head move faster.

Ye Jinmo couldn't listen to anything, all the words were stuck in his throat.

He looked at Su Qiyu's pale face silently like a stupid person, and suddenly he seemed to lose consciousness without blinking his eyes.

It was a dream, a cruel dream.

Yu'er, whom he loved so much, left him like this?

I will never see her smile again, I will never feel her coquettishness again, I will never drink the scented tea made by her own hands again, and I will never hear her calling him affectionately "Jin Mo, Jin Mo!"

"Yu'er, you will not die, you promised not to leave me, you will not leave me here alone!"

The heart-piercing pain, accompanied by that painful memory, once again deeply cut a wound in his heart, and the mottled blood filled the air, cruelly dyeing his heart blood red.

"Yu'er, wake up, please, wake up, look at me, here I am, here I am..."

He wept silently, tears and snot flowing out of his nose regardless of his image.

The midwife and a room full of women and girls knelt on the ground, watching Ye Jinmo cry bitterly. Such a stern and lofty emperor could cry like a child who lost his treasure.

Bitter tears slid into the pain with the corners of his lips, just like Coptis chinensis, his heart was twisted like a knife, and he endured the pain by force, but the pain tortured his heart even more deeply.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let you bear children for me, I'm a bastard, a bastard..."

While blaming himself, he even clenched his fists and hit his forehead.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The queen and Ming Qingyang waited to come in, seeing the situation, the queen hurried forward to pull Ye Jinmo.

"Your majesty, younger sister Yu..."

Unknown, the queen took a look at Su Qiyu who was lying on the bed, she was almost frightened to stand still.

She finally knew why when she came in, she saw Ye Jinmo kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly regardless of her appearance. It turned out that it was because Su Qiyu died!

This news caught her by surprise. How could she think that the person who was still alive just now, and she heard her screams, suddenly passed away like this?

"Where's the child?" the queen hurriedly asked the midwife.

The midwife cautiously replied in a low voice: "Go back to Empress Empress, the child...hasn't come out yet!"

"laugh……"

The queen gasped. What happened to the children and adults?

"Yu'er, Yu'er..."

Although Ye Jinmo was immersed in pain, he could hear the midwife's words clearly.

He yelled at Su Qiyu, his heart aching with pain, the pain of losing her was far more sad than losing his own Ming.

"Yu'er, no, no!" He shook his head, turned around suddenly in a daze, looked at Ming Qingyang, as if he saw a life-saving straw, and held Ming Qingyang with one hand, with a glimmer of hope, he begged him: "Qingyang , come here to see Yuer, why did Yuer die? Didn’t you say that Yuer gave birth without serious problems? Yuer won’t die, Yuer won’t die..."

Ming Qingyang knew at a glance that Su Qiyu's situation was very bad, and he had already prepared for the worst in his heart.

Ye Jinmo pulled him over and took a closer look at Su Qiyu. Her situation was worse than he imagined.

Pale face, bloodless lips, wide eyes, and stiff facial expressions all showed signs of her at this moment.

Put the index finger and middle finger on the pulse of Su Qiyu's wrist to feel for the pulse, and then feel for the pulse of the neck, then withdrew her hand and said sadly: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I can't recover..."

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