She lived for more than 30 years and only gave birth to one son, Zhuang Jinghui, who was clearly the son of the first princess.

Without turning the princess back, she could imagine how wonderful the expressions of the ladies of the aristocratic family were.

They must be mocking her.

The veil in Princess Duan's hand was almost torn, and her delicate makeup was distorted, and every word was almost squeezed out of her teeth.

"What nonsense is your kid talking about? Tang'er is my son. I naturally feel pain, but I didn't expect that his condition would suddenly get worse."

He wiped the corners of his eyes with the veil as he spoke, and he looked really worried and sad for Zhuang Tang.

Rong Huang blinked, pinched the arm of the princess Duan with more force, with a naive expression of "I don't believe I don't believe" on his face.

"Really mother concubine?"

Princess Duan was screamed by Rong Huang's pretty "mother concubine", and she was sure that her arm was bruised.

"Of course, don't worry, the mother concubine will ask the doctor to go and see."

Rong Huang sniffed, and seemed to be really comforted, "Thank you, Ma Concubine, Ma Concubine, you are really a good mother to my husband and I."

Concubine Duan breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could even breathe, Rong Huang grabbed her sleeve again. "Mother concubine, can I ask the imperial physician to show her husband?"

Princess Duan: "???"

Rong Huang's eyes were full of tears, and he looked apologetically at the family's wives behind Princess Duan, "I'm really sorry, I'm really worried about your husband's body."

The clan wives glanced at each other and quickly said it was okay.

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"Mother concubine, what do you say?" Rong Huang looked at Princess Duan timidly, and a mouthful of white and dense white teeth appeared as he spoke, like a frightened cub, which made people feel pity.

The women of the aristocratic family behind Princess Duan saw Rong Huang's unreplaced suit and guessed Rong Huang's identity, and couldn't help but say good things for Rong Huang.

"Wang Concubine, please pass a sign into the palace and show it to the prince."

"Yes, so that the concubine Shizi can feel at ease."

They all know that Prince Duan is seriously ill in bed and will soon be in the world, and the poor concubine, the poor concubine, hurried to marry the eldest son Chongxi, maybe she will be a widow anytime.

Seeing that the concubine of the concubine is very pitiful, she looks like a small green onion, she will be a widow at a young age, it is really pitiful.

Concubine Duan's heart choked, and a vague smell of blood rushed up from her throat.

Princess Duan's hands trembled slightly, and her gorgeous face flashed with a sullen look, "Cuiyu, please go to the palace and ask a doctor to come over and show her to Shi Ziye."

Jade took the order and left.

Princess Duan looked at Rong Huang and asked with a smile, "Is it all right now?"

Rong Huang looked at Princess Duan with a touch of emotion, wiped the corners of his eyes pretentiously, turned his head and said to the ladies of the family, "The concubine is so kind to me, I believe my husband will recover soon."

Rong Huang graciously held Princess Duan's hand, and "accidentally" pressed his thumb on the bracelet of Princess Duan's wrist. The complicated pattern protruding on it made Princess Duan's skin sore.

Concubine Duan has now been determined, and Rong Huang, a little bitch, was born to curb her.

"Mother and concubine, you are so kind. I will definitely convey your concerns to your husband and make him happy too. Maybe he will heal as soon as he is happy. What do you think?"

Princess Duan: No need for duck.

The princess Duan's expression was stiff, and Rong Huang held his hand to thank you, "Mother concubine, you are so kind. My husband and I will remember you forever!"

Princess Duan: No need for duck.