"Will you? Is this palace OK?"


    Yuxiu nodded and said, "yes, I will."


    The fragile moment on Yi Fei''s face was taken by lengli and said very firmly: "Yuxiu, you''re right. I can''t be defeated like this! How can I admit defeat? I''ve slept with the king for several years. Even if I don''t love him, I still have some affection. It''s accumulated day by day. How can ordinary people compare it? Who knows the king better than me in the Khan''s back palace?"


    How could she forget? She knew the king so well. How could she forget? Princess Yi''s messy eyes gradually calmed down. An idea flashed in her mind. She looked at Yuxiu and calmly ordered, "Yuxiu, my palace is hungry. You go and cook a bowl of lotus seed and bird''s nest porridge for my palace. What my palace wants is lotus seed and Yan country porridge, you know?"


    Yuxiu was relieved when she heard that imperial concubine Yi was going to eat. Then she said, "yes, madam, maidservant, I''ll cook porridge for her now."


    Not long after Yuxiu retired, Princess Yi heard the voice of her father-in-law from Hanming and counted the time. Princess Yi broke the porcelain bowl on the bedside table, picked up one and cut it off her wrist. The bright red blood immediately dyed the broken tiles, and the warm blood trickled out of the wound.


    Han Ming walked in and saw Yi gei sitting on the ground, his wrist bleeding, and ran over, "Yi Fei..."


    Princess Yi opened her eyes weakly, looked at Han Ming with a nervous face, smiled lightly, frowned, and said weakly, "is your king? Has my concubine waited for you? Your king... I thought I couldn''t wait for you... Really... Well, this... Isn''t a dream...?"


    Hanming picked up concubine Yi and put her on the bed. While bandaging her wound, he shouted, "concubine Yi, why are you doing this? Come on, call the imperial doctor!"


    Princess Yi continued: "King... My concubine is incompetent... I''m sorry, King... Child... Child... Our child, my concubine... Is not well protected... The child is gone... My concubine is guilty... My concubine is in the favor of the king... King, you let my concubine die... My concubine should die..."


    Han Ming, with a calm face and a suffocation in his heart, coarsely advised: "King Gu, don''t talk nonsense. It''s not your fault that the child is gone. No wonder you!"