Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

royal palace.

At this time, Changxin Palace.

The palace doors are closed and the windows are shrunk.

Winter is bleak and the wind is biting.

The palace maids and eunuchs walked in a hurry, carrying water basins, coming in and out of the door.

In the basin, clean warm water was soaked with blood.

The towel was covered with black pus and blood, which was sticky, smelly, and even caked at one point.

The maids went in with clean water and soon came out with basins filled with blood.

In the palace, the cries like those of a slaughtered pig were shrill and painful.

Crying, shouting, and struggling.

The sound of porcelain hitting the floor.

"Get out of here—get out of here, all of you—"

"Let me die - let me die - let me die!"

"Ah!!!! It hurts so much——"

The imperial doctors carried medicine boxes and entered one after another.

Outside the palace, the queen was dressed in gorgeous clothes, her eyes were red and she looked eager.

"How's it going? What's going on?!"

"It doesn't hurt anymore? Why is it like this again!?"

The maid supporting her also had a worried look on her face.

"My dear, my dear, please don't worry."

"The imperial doctor has already gone in. There will be no problem. It should be fine."

"The imperial physician——"

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

The director of Taiyuan Hospital came out of the palace in sweat.

I was so anxious that I almost didn't pay attention to the threshold and almost tripped over.

The eunuchs guarding the door had quick eyesight and quick hands to support him.

"Mother...empress...six...sixth highness, he——"

"How is he?!"

The queen rushed forward, her voice passionate.

"Say! What happened to him!?"

The imperial doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and stuttered.

"Six... His Highness Six, his legs..."

"Originally, it was connected and... it was about to heal... but -"

But somehow, overnight—

His leg was broken again along the original knife edge.

The bleeding continued, and the broken leg was thrown to the ground.

He fainted from the pain and was not discovered until this morning.

They rushed to rescue him and worked hard for three hours before they managed to connect him and stop the bleeding.

The imperial doctor stumbled and said, "Your Majesty, Your Highness's legs... I have tried my best."

"The right leg has been reattached, but it still needs to be observed for a few more days."

"His Highness the Sixth is very emotional right now. I have already prescribed some medicine to calm the nerves and relieve pain."

"Please rest assured, my Majesty, I will do my best to heal Your Highness."

The queen pushed him away and rushed in.

"Li'er——"

Her voice was choked with emotion.

"My poor Li'er——"

"What exactly is going on?!"

The smell of blood that filled the room almost drove her crazy.

Two months, exactly two months!

Li'er's legs were reattached and then broken, broken and reattached, and reattached and broken again.

It's endless, it seems like it will never end.

She threw herself on the bedside, with tears in her eyes, and grabbed Zhongli's hand.

Sad and sad.

"Li'er..."

The poor sixth prince had cried until he had no strength left.

Coupled with excessive blood loss, the severe pain in his legs came one after another, tormenting him both physically and mentally.

He was lying on the bed, his face pale.

His originally strong body became completely weak in just two months.

Can't eat or drink water.

It shriveled up like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle.

Lack of energy, lips turned white.

It was obviously a cold winter, but he was sweating all over from the pain.

Weak and weak, his eyes were dull from torture and he stared blankly ahead.

Dying, as if he was about to die.