Fortunately, Prince Jing wasn’t so petty as to get angry with someone half unconscious; he was just feeling disgruntled that things hadn’t gone well.
Displeased with the nuisance of the people around, Prince Jing waved his hand dismissively, "Alright, there’s nothing for you here, all of you get out."
"My lord..." Nanny Liu didn’t dare to leave.
With the Princess Consort unconscious and the Prince known for his bad temper, she feared that, should he become enraged, he might harm the Princess Consort.
Nanny Liu’s mistrust only incensed Prince Jing further, "What, does my word carry no weight?"
"This servant wouldn’t dare, this servant will leave right away," Nanny Liu immediately didn’t dare to object further, but before leaving, she cast a worried glance at Princess Consort Jing, "Then, the Princess Consort, please trouble my lord to take care of her..."
Prince Jing barely managed to suppress the urge to kick the old thing out.
Isn’t that nonsense? She is my own Princess Consort; would I harm her?
What is this old thing fussing about here?
Once everyone had cleared out, Prince Jing looked at the Princess Consort and his face suddenly flushed.
Then, he laid the Princess Consort Jing’s body flat, twisted a cloth, and wiped off the medicinal juice that had just dripped onto her chin.
After tossing the cloth back into the basin, as if making up his mind, he picked up the bowl of medicine, held his breath, and drank it from his mouth.
Then, holding a mouthful of the medicine, he leaned towards Princess Consort Jing...
For the whole afternoon, it was the first time Prince Jing could not bear to leave the side of someone he was caring for.
The medicine was given, the fever had subsided, but she just wouldn’t wake up.
No one knew what kind of scene Princess Consort Jing was facing now, what kind of heart-wrenching pain!
In the pouring rain, the guard lifted the child into the carriage...
"Dispose of this dead child cleanly, and make sure no one finds out..."
That voice, devilish in tone, filled her ears; those images of torment replayed before her eyes, yet she was powerless to stop them, and could only watch helplessly.
The child’s piercing and tragic cries and being tossed into the arms of maids and midwives like trash were images that, to the dreaming Princess Consort Jing, felt like being strangled, leaving her unable to breathe.
When the midwife took the child away, she wanted to follow, but found that she could not leave that place.
The midwife’s figure, carrying the child away in a panic, faded into the distance, and the scene shifted, starting all over again...
Over and over again, she watched these images, continuing to suffer that excruciating pain.
"No... my child... no..."
Prince Jing went out for dinner and worried that the maids would not attend to the Princess Consort properly in her unconscious state, and because she couldn’t eat anything, he anxiously returned to check on her.
Sure enough, not only could she not swallow the medicine, but she couldn’t even eat her meal.
The Imperial Physician had another look and still said it was too much anxiety, so she wouldn’t wake up.
Concerned for the Princess Consort’s health, Prince Jing arranged accommodations for the Imperial Physician within the Royal Residence, to always be on call.
After making arrangements, Prince Jing returned and heard the Princess Consort Jing’s voice like someone awoken from a nightmare.
Prince Jing murmured softly and leaned down to listen more closely, but unfortunately, the Princess Consort made no more sound.
Prince Jing coaxed, "Princess Consort, don’t want what? Say it again..."
But Princess Consort Jing stubbornly remained silent.