Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 323

"Help! Help me!"

I watched her struggle with her arms crossed.

"Help...help..."

The people on the shore trembled and fell silent.

"Help..." The voice of the person on the shore grew weaker and weaker.

No one jumped in to save her, poor child.

Just think of it as a free sauna.

...

"Quickly, Physician Chen, the Empress is in the lake."

The familiar old man climbed to the lakeside and offered practical advice: "Quickly call for help!"

The little girl seemed to have found her pillar of support, and she started shouting at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help! Consort Sun has fallen into the water!"

I watched her shout idly, with no interest in stopping her.

Let them fish it out; they don't even know if it's dead or alive when they get it out.

A bunch of people pulled her out of the water by herself, and I just stood there watching the show.

Physician Chen rushed over to take the pulse of that unfortunate fellow.

I kept a close eye on Old Chen's expression. He seemed safe, but if she was safe, then I wasn't. I anxiously stepped forward:

"Physician Chen, how is my sister?" Will she die? I was the one who pushed her; if she doesn't die, it won't show my skill.

Physician Chen was surprised that someone could recognize him. He looked at me, and I looked back at him without flinching.

He was stunned. I smiled, and he quickly lowered his head—that's a good boy, isn't it? "How is she?"

"Your Majesty, he is unconscious but not seriously ill."

"It's alright, then what am I! Working for nothing?" I moved closer to him and whispered, "He's hopeless, he's dead."

Upon hearing this, he began to sweat. I looked at the sky to indicate that Qianqing was doing well, and then looked into the distance to indicate that the Prime Minister was also quite good.

Someone's medical ethics have completely vanished: "Your Majesty, the person is beyond saving."

I was extremely pleased to hear this, and said seriously, "Consort Sun did not fall into the water, but the palace maids around her loyally protected her and went down with her. Everyone, you may leave now."

"Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!"

The guy who ran the fastest is starting to yell quite a bit now. Being afraid of death isn't your fault, but lacking strength is.

I glanced at the kneeling old man and said kindly, "The Emperor will promote you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

I'm leaving now; the rest is not my responsibility. Damn it, everyone's coming out to annoy me.

...

"Master, don't you suspect there's something fishy about this incident?"

"Xiao Zhen, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

"Your Majesty..."

"Alright, inform the Sun family to attend the funeral and summon Consort Sun."

Xiao Zhen bowed reluctantly: "Yes, Master." Why not get rid of her when such a good opportunity is available? If this opportunity is missed, there may be no other chance.

Consort De, open the wardrobe. There lies the exquisitely crafted children's shirt, depicting a fledgling eagle poised to take flight.

To give it or not to give it? Should we make an enemy of her? She may be easy to deal with, but I doubt anyone around her is easy to talk to. Is it worth ruining my life for her?

"Your Majesty, Consort Sun has arrived."

Sikong Chun took out the children's clothes and placed them to one side.

"Greetings to Consort De, may Your Majesty be well."

"You're too kind, sister. Please sit down." Consort Sun sat down with red eyes. She was staying in the palace when someone suddenly came to report that Xiaoxiao had passed away. How could she believe it? She had just been chatting and laughing with Xiaoxiao.

My deepest condolences, sister.

"Thank you, Sister Xie." How could this happen? She no longer wanted to fight for anything. As long as the Crown Prince was well, she would be satisfied. Why did this have to happen? How was she going to explain this to her family?

Tears streamed down her face. That was her younger sister, the one she had fought so hard to get into the palace, and now…

"Fate is beyond our control, sister, don't think too much about it."

It sounds simple, but Xiaoxiao is only eighteen years old this year. She has only met the Emperor once. She is not a mother yet, and she has not even seen the calligraphy written for her by the First Prince. How could she have passed away like this...?

Consort De winked at Xiao Zhen, who said, "Consort Sun, Consort He was there at the time, it definitely wasn't a good thing."

"Xiao Zhen, don't talk nonsense," Sikong Chun rebuked.

Xiao Zhen turned her head with a reproachful expression and muttered, "That's how it is."

Consort Sun was awakened by this revelation, and looked at Consort Sikong Chun with teary eyes: "Sister Consort De, what do you know? Tell me."