The princess was ordained by Heaven.

Chapter 251 How many of you have ever taken care of her?

Fugui seemed to be dead, but he wasn't really dead.

He survived, but still lost his life.

If even a princess can make prophecies, then it's normal for things to be predestined, right?

Was Fugui destined to pay with his life because he killed someone? But he had seen too many evildoers go unpunished. If there really was such a thing as retribution, they should have died long ago.

He felt despicable.

He didn't want Fugui to die, but when he actually heard the news of his death, he felt at peace.

This means that he doesn't have to face the dilemma of personal feelings versus responsibilities.

Fu Gui made a mistake that might not even be considered a mistake, and he paid for it with his life. However, he didn't die at Fu Gui's hands, which is the best possible outcome.

But why is this time different when he has ignored it so many times before? Why is he feeling uneasy this time?

Perhaps it is because the soul of the wealthy is too glorious and great that everything he does seems base?

he does not know.

Wu Zongyu's mind was filled with many thoughts, a jumbled mess, like an unsolvable ball of yarn.

But in the end, he only took one long look at Fu Gui's face.

He didn't know how much longer he would have to stay there, but there was no doubt that he didn't have time to take Fugui's corpse home.

Besides, he didn't know Fu Gui's family, and it would take a lot of time to find them.

Let him rest in peace.

This statement foreshadowed the end of Fugui's life.

His life was mostly unremarkable, and he died at a young age, but his story will be recorded in the county annals, and he will become a hero with a name.

Wu Zongyu is very busy; he has many things to arrange.

A few days later, the villagers came down the mountain, and he took Xiaozhu and left the mountain that held so many of his memories.

At this time, Zheng Xun still showed no signs of waking up.

The affairs of the court could not be delayed any longer, and the emperor could not leave the unconscious Zheng Xun here.

So, after arranging everything at hand, he decided to take Zheng Xun back to the capital.

Zheng Xun's health did not deteriorate under the care of Dr. Yuan and Hospital Manager Zhao. Lü Mengying diligently turned her over, massaged her, and moved her limbs every day, looking more like a tired and haggard patient than Zheng Xun herself.

Wei Yanxing finally returned to Zheng Xun's side, but there was really not much he could do.

He was extremely anxious, so he snatched the coachman's whip and stayed outside, guarding Zheng Xun closely.

After returning to the capital, it was already early summer.

They entered the palace discreetly, where the Empress and her consorts were already waiting.

Several princes were standing behind them.

Zheng Xun was moved to a sedan chair and carried back to Mingzhu Pavilion.

Zhi Chunzhi knelt on the ground to greet them, both of them with red eyes. Ever since they heard the news of Zheng Xun's accident, they hadn't slept or eaten well.

Seeing Zheng Xun lying peacefully in bed, they methodically got Mingzhu Pavilion running, but their hearts were filled with confusion.

They hadn't been with Zheng Xun for long, but in the palace, following a master meant they would be branded with that master's mark.

From then on, their master's honor and disgrace were their honor and disgrace; if anything happened to their master, they would face a life of wandering.

This seems very unfair, and it is indeed unfair.

But the times pushed them forward, and they had no other choice.

Only those servants who firmly bind themselves to their masters' ships can have a good end, because no matter which superior is in a position, they will not want to see their subordinates wavering.

They must be loyal, they have no choice but to be loyal.

They were lucky. Zheng Xun was not harsh, was very generous, had a high enough position, and possessed some unpredictable abilities.

Both of them were intelligent people, and they resolutely decided to treat her with all their heart and sincerity.

I thought the future was bright, but the strange thing about fate is its unpredictability.

As the imperial physicians filed in, the nobles of the palace waited outside, clearly seeing their future paths.

If Zheng Xun were alive, that would be best; if she were dead, spending their lives keeping vigil for her would be their most peaceful choice.

Their minds were in complete disarray, as were those of the others.

Zheng Xun is an outsider, but her safety affects the entire palace and even the entire Dayong Dynasty.

The people waiting were feeling very tense.

Suddenly, Consort Xian stood up.

The Sixth Prince was focused on Zheng Xun and did not notice her unusual behavior. He never expected that Consort Xian would rush up to the Emperor and raise her hand.

"Consort Xian!" The Empress was shocked.

"Mother concubine!"

The Empress's chest heaved violently, but the raised hand ultimately did not fall.

Sensing that a major battle was about to break out here, the Queen felt a headache coming on and quickly sent all the servants away.

“I know the future of Dayong is important,” Consort Xian stared intently at the Emperor, her eyes filled with resentment, “but Dayong is not just Xun’er’s Dayong. What are you all doing? What are we doing? What are all the officials doing? Why did you put her in such a predicament!”

Zheng Xun was so thin back then.

She kept a close eye on the kitchen every day, trying every possible way to help her regain her strength. She finally managed to gain some weight, but this time, she became as thin as a skeleton.

"You only think about using her! What is she to you? Are you going to use her life to ensure the stability of the Great Yong?! I'm telling you! I disagree!"

Because of her negligence, she has already lost one of her sweethearts. Now she only has Si Nan and Xun'er, and no one can harm them in the slightest.

For a fleeting moment, she even had a crazy thought.

Let the Great Yong Dynasty perish if it wants to, but Xun'er must not be harmed.

At worst, she could lead them to live in seclusion in the mountains. As the daughter of a military family, she was capable of protecting herself.

What does the world's peace have to do with her?

All she wants is for her two children to be well.

The sixth prince snapped out of his daze and stared blankly at the outburst of the Virtuous Consort.

In his mind, his mother had always been gentle. He never expected that when she got angry, she would even scold the emperor without hesitation.

"Consort Xian, calm down..." The Empress took a deep breath and advised helplessly.

"How can I calm down? If I calm down, will Xun'er wake up?"

“None of us want to see this situation, but Consort Xian, Xun’er is also the Emperor’s and my child. We can’t help but feel sorry for him. You should stop now.”

"Come on, what's with the 'feeling sorry'? When Sweetie was quiet before, you didn't feel sorry for her. Now that she's successful, you suddenly feel sorry for her!"

The Empress's tone softened: "I wasn't feeling well back then..."

Consort Liang, who was in charge of all this, took over her words: "It was my oversight. But... don't you know what people in the palace are like? Don't you know what an unfavored princess is like? I gave her everything she was entitled to. I am not her mother, nor am I Aunt Ping. Whether she can keep what she has is none of my business."

She tilted her head and sneered, "You lot are no different from me. When she was still the Third Princess, how many of you cared about her?"