vrcanaries Chapter 1147: Died in Such a Sloppy Way
Chapter 1147: Died in Such a Sloppy Way
Her tears rolled down like beads that had broken off a string, instantly wetting her clothes.
The eldest princess cried out loudly, gasping for breath, her shoulders twitching violently: "Mrs. Chen... wuwuwu...Mrs. Chen..."
"Yun'er didn't... Yun'er didn't want Empress Chen... to die..."
"Yun'er just... just hopes that she can give a little bit of her father... a little bit of her mother... wuwuwu..."
The princess's earth-shattering cry was not out of coquetry or grievance, but out of the shadow of death, the instinctive fear and sadness of a child.
“Empress Chen…Empress Chen…Wow…I don’t want Empress Chen to die…Wuwuwu…”
Concubine Zhuang looked at the eldest princess who was crying heartbreakingly, and immediately stepped forward and hugged her tightly in her arms, with deep compassion and shock on her face: "Be good, Yun'er, don't cry, don't cry... Mother is here."
While comforting the eldest princess, she seemed to be shocked by the sudden bad news and murmured, "Amitabha..."
"How could it be... How could Concubine Chen..."
The eldest princess buried her head deeply in Concubine Zhuang's arms and cried bitterly: "Mother... Queen Chen... Queen Chen is dead... Wuuuuu..."
"Be good, Yun'er, be good...don't cry, don't cry..."
Concubine Zhuang's voice was extremely gentle, with a soothing force. She gently patted the eldest princess' back, but her fingers were trembling slightly: "Follow me...see Concubine Chen off."
Her eyes were sad and solemn, as if she was truly mourning for a sister who had passed away suddenly.
Concubine Zhuang looked down at the crying princess in her arms and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Yun'er. Your mother will take you there. Let's chant a few Buddhist mantras for Empress Chen and send her to paradise."
"Life and death are determined by fate, all due to cause and effect... Amitabha!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly walked out of the tent holding the eldest princess.
The sunlight shone on Concubine Zhuang's gentle and compassionate face. Deep in her lowered eyes was an abyss that no one could see.
In Concubine Kang’s tent.
Ever since she had a miscarriage, she had become weak and afraid of cold, and the paddocks in late autumn were even more tormenting for her.
Concubine Kang was wrapped in a thick argent cloak and was sipping a bowl of warm medicine.
Her face was still pale, and there was an indelible sadness and weakness between her brows.
The tent was filled with the faint scent of medicine and her usual incense.
The sudden chaos and crying outside made Concubine Kang very panicked: "Caiju, what happened outside?"
Caiju suddenly opened the curtain. Her face was pale, her lips were trembling, and her voice was trembling: "Mother...Mother! Something...something big happened!"
Concubine Kang frowned and put down the medicine bowl: "Why are you so panicked?"
"Empress Chen...Empress Chen..."
Cai Ju seemed to have used up all her strength before she uttered those few words: "It is said that he was poisoned... and just now... he passed away!"
"Clang!"
The medicine bowl in Kangpin's hand slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground. The dark brown medicine instantly splashed onto the thick felt carpet, leaving a dark mark.
She froze in place, as if struck by an invisible thunderbolt, and even her breathing stopped.
Concubine Chen... passed away?!
That face, which was too young and as beautiful as a crabapple blossom in spring, flashed before Concubine Kang's eyes.
Eighteen years old...Empress Chen is only eighteen years old!
She is a few months younger than when she entered the palace.
She is so lively and bright, and possesses the emperor's unique favor and everything that is enviable.
How could it be... How could it be like this...
A chill rose in Kangpin's heart, causing her to cough violently and uncontrollably. Her cough was so heart-wrenching that it seemed as if she was going to cough out all her internal organs.
Cai Ju hurriedly stepped forward to pat her back to calm her down: "My Lady..."
Kangpin finally stopped coughing, her face looked even more pale than before, and a little complicated...
She stared at the stain on the ground absentmindedly, her eyes empty and blank.
"… Concubine Chen is only eighteen years old…"
Kangpin's voice was as soft as a whisper, with a strong nasal tone.
The deep palace is a seemingly magnificent prison, but how many lives has it swallowed up?
What kind of danger is hidden in this enclosure? !
Who will be next...?
"Caiju..."
Kangpin's voice was tearful, and it was unclear whether it was because of sadness or the great fear of being hurt by her own kind.
"Let's go... let's go and take a look!"
She struggled to stand up, her steps unsteady, and with the support of Caiju, she almost staggered out of the tent and ran towards the center of the chaos.
When Concubine Kang arrived, she saw Concubine Zhuang holding the eldest princess who was crying heartbreakingly, standing not far from the luxurious tent.
Concubine Zhuang's face was solemn and sad, and she was chanting scriptures softly, as if she was praying for the souls of the dead.
The eldest princess's small body was sobbing violently in her arms.
Kangpin looked at this scene, then looked at the tent with tightly closed curtains and an atmosphere of despair, and felt a chill freezing her limbs.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were trembling, and she couldn't utter a word.
Lady Concubine Chen...is really gone?!
The sky in this enclosure is about to change...
Concubine Zhuang originally thought that Concubine Chen would be her strongest opponent in ascending the throne!
She could never have imagined that Concubine Chen would die so hastily and so suddenly...
Concubine Zhuang felt the eldest princess trembling with tears in her arms. This kind of pure reluctance and fear could not be faked.
A complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed across the depths of her eyes, and was immediately covered by compassion.
Concubine Zhuang gently patted the eldest princess on the back, her voice had the power to soothe people, but it was also tinged with a trace of sadness for the suffering of all living beings: "The world is impermanent, and life and death are determined by fate."
"The Imperial Concubine Chen is blessed with great fortune, but... "
"Alas... Yun'er, don't be too sad and disturb the heroic spirit of Concubine Chen."
At this point, she paused, her fingers unconsciously tightened the Buddhist beads on her wrist, and her tone became more solemn: "Come, follow your mother and chant a few Buddhist mantras for the Royal Concubine Chen."
"May the Buddha's light lead us to paradise soon, free us from suffering and attain happiness. Namo Amitabha!"
Concubine Zhuang's voice was low and pious, carrying a strange calming power.
She hugged the eldest princess who was still sobbing, slowly closed her eyes, and chanted the Buddha's name clearly.
The eldest princess was infected by Concubine Zhuang's emotions. Although she was still sobbing, she tried her best to follow Concubine Zhuang and chanted intermittently: "Namo... Amitabha... Namo Amitabha..."
Lin Wan stood at the door of her tent, looking into the distance at the area that was blocked by heavy troops, listening to the faint sad sounds coming in the wind, her hands clenched tightly in her sleeves.
Become!
Concubine Chen is indeed "dead"!
A huge stone fell from her heart, but she was overwhelmed by even more nervousness.