Mrs. Zhao collapsed on the ground and cried, her body trembling.
Jiang Mengyue looked down at Zhao, a hint of guilt flashed in her heart, but it was quickly erased.
She wasn't wrong.
Mrs. Zhao collapsed on the ground and cried, her body trembling.
Jiang Mengyue looked down at Zhao, a hint of guilt flashed in her heart, but it was quickly erased.
She wasn't wrong.
However, when she was anxious today, she had no time to think too much, why didn't her uncle see her then?
It was also at this time that Murong Yun had time to think about the strange thing about the Eunuch who was the messenger in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. He was just a messenger. He didn't even dare to look at her on weekdays. How could he dare to ask questions today?
There must be some reason for this
Mrs. Zhao did not dare to delay and quickly carried Xiaoshun to the hospital.
She cried with snot and tears. Her eldest son died, and her younger son had a high fever and fell into a coma. Mrs. Zhao felt like the sky was falling and she sat paralyzed in the hospital.
The old doctor checked Zhao Xiaoshun's pulse with a solemn expression.
The deep mountain in the easternmost part of Ningzhou City.
This place is different from other developed scenic mountains. The entire east side is designated as a nature reserve. Private vehicles are not allowed to enter within a hundred miles from the urban-rural fringe.
This mountain is composed of thousands of meters of mountains stretching north of the Yangtze River. It is located at the junction of three provinces. Because of the winding mountains, rich natural vegetation and diverse species, in addition to many precious plants, there are also wild animals.
"She is still alive, but with the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus brought back by the County princess, mother and child will definitely be fine."
At this time, Hua Zhu had mixed feelings when talking about Murong Yun. The already weak relationship between brother and sister had disappeared because of his distrust.
It was not easy to call Murong Yun by her name or sister, so he had to address her respectfully as before.
Mrs. Zhao walked around the streets and chatted with her neighbors for a while before returning to the inn.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Zhao Da lying unconscious on the ground with blood on his head.
"My son... my son!" Mrs. Zhao walked over with trembling legs and tried to wake up Zhao Da, but Zhao Da had no breath and his face was pale. He kept his eyes wide open until he died, as if full of grievances.
From Changle Hall to the Imperial Palace, if you use your full strength, it will take one hour to go back and forth.
But Murong Yun hasn't brought the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus back yet, maybe she doesn't want to save her eldest sister-in-law at all.
Is this just her excuse?