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Chapter 1289 - 1200: Even if I Die, I’ll Take You Down with Me

Chapter 1289: Chapter 1200: Even if I Die, I’ll Take You Down with Me

Su Pan’er, accompanied by a large entourage, arrived at Water Moon Courtyard.

Nanny Jiang came out trembling and knelt before Su Pan’er, kowtowing, "This old servant pays respects to Empress, Blessing to your Highness."

"Rise."

Su Pan’er looked around and, smelling the stench in the air, focused her eyes on a nearby building, "Where is Imperial Concubine Feng Qiuyue at the moment? Where is she?"

Nanny Jiang hastily bowed again, "Replying to Empress, Imperial Concubine is currently unconscious, and the little Prince is also running a fever. The Imperial Physician is busy trying to save them. She couldn’t come out to meet you personally, I hope Empress shows magnanimity and spares her."

Su Pan’er looked down at the servant girl bowing before her.

"Ha! I haven’t done anything to your master yet. From what you say, are you trying to accuse me?"

Nanny Jiang was terrified, hurriedly prostrating non-stop, "This old servant dares not, I truly didn’t mean that! Please spare my life, Empress!"

"I thought as much! Now lead the way."

Su Pan’er reprimanded.

"Yes, this way please, Empress."

Nanny Jiang, sweating profusely yet not daring to wipe it off, quickly led Su Pan’er into the room.

True to its name, Water Moon Courtyard was located by the water, shaped like a crescent moon. Imperial Concubine Feng Xiyue’s room was right next to the water’s edge.

Upon entering the room, a strong stench hit them, causing her companions to hastily cover their noses.

Su Pan’er frowned and didn’t stop walking until she reached Feng Xiyue’s bedside, looking at her complexion.

Pale and gaunt, she looked as though she was on her deathbed.

Su Pan’er turned and called to a Palace Maid standing behind her, "Bring me my silver needles."

Concerned that Jiu Lan and the others might bring the disease Qi and have difficulty taking care of the twins, Su Pan’er had left them behind, bringing only these agile Imperial Guards and two Palace Maids proficient in martial arts.

However, these two Palace Maids clearly lacked coordination, taking a while before they found the silver needles Su Pan’er needed and handed them to her.

Su Pan’er sterilized the needles with fire and then bent down to start the acupuncture.

"No, stop!"

Nanny Jiang, in a panic, tried to throw herself forward to stop her but was restrained by two Imperial Guards.

Unperturbed, Su Pan’er quickly continued the acupuncture. It wasn’t long before the previously silent Feng Xiyue suddenly coughed up a deep brown blood clot and started gasping for air.

"The blood clot in your throat was blocking your windpipe, that’s why you were struggling to breathe."

Su Pan’er straightened up and moved the silver needles aside.

Feng Xiyue greedily inhaled fresh air and managed a weak smile, "Thank you."

Nanny Jiang, who had been crying, was overjoyed to see Imperial Concubine Feng awake, "Imperial Concubine, you’re alright? That’s wonderful, thank the Bodhisattvas!"

Feng Xiyue slightly turned her head, ultimately saying nothing. She really couldn’t bear to burst her faint hope.

"Nanny Jiang, please leave for a bit, I wish to talk alone with Empress."

Nanny Jiang looked at Su Pan’er and shivered, "Imperial Concubine, why not let this old servant stay? If you get thirsty or hungry, this old servant can tend to you..."

"No need, you... go out!"

It was rare for Feng Xiyue to command.

Mumbling, Nanny Jiang hesitated for a while before slowly walking out.

When she left, Su Pan’er waved her hand, making the attendants around her retreat.

"You wouldn’t have summoned me here just to chat, would you?"

"Empress, you guessed right, Xiyue just wants to speak her heart to you."

Feng Xiyue suddenly started coughing.

She coughed as if she was about to cough out her lungs.

"Your injury, you know yourself just how serious it is. Whatever it is, just say it. At this point, as long as it’s within my capabilities and not too demanding, I will agree."

By seeing her now, she must be wanting to entrust that child to someone’s care!

I heard the child has a fever; I wonder how the Imperial Physicians are managing.

Feng Xiyue naturally understood the implication in Su Pan’er’s words, but she hadn’t summoned Su Pan’er to make arrangements for her child.

"Empress, do you think I, Feng Xiyue, have done many wrongs? Is that why I ended up like this, suffering immensely until my painful death?"

Both had given birth, yet Su Pan’er is still so radiant. Why should she have to die?

She had vowed not to be envious anymore, but seeing Su Pan’er, she couldn’t help feeling jealous.

Su Pan’er frowned, "What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to share my regrets with you, Empress. I really regret, so deeply." She wanted to cry, but her tears had long dried: "I’ve done many wrong things. The worst was betraying your trust in me."

Su Pan’er didn’t answer directly.

"It’s all in the past, isn’t it?"

She was going to die anyway. Why argue so much with someone who is dying?

"No, Empress, you don’t understand, you do not."

Feng Xiyue suddenly became agitated, trying to grasp Su Pan’er’s skirt hem: "I was only afraid of loneliness; I only wanted a child by my side. I truly, truly had no intention of competing with you at all; I just wanted to peacefully watch my child grow, whether a boy or a girl. Just to be with him as he grows... Was that desire too extravagant, so much so that even the heavens couldn’t bear it?"

Su Pan’er stepped back twice, avoiding Feng Xiyue’s outstretched hand.

"Stop letting your thoughts wander; you should rest."

Feng Xiyue’s hand hung at the side of the bed, her face bearing a look of disappointment.

"Rest? That’s the last thing I need right now. When I’m dead, there will be plenty of time to sleep. The time now is too precious to spend sleeping."

Such words made Su Pan’er feel irritable.

"Have you finished speaking?" she turned and left.

"Don’t go! Empress, don’t leave! Listen to me—"

Feng Xiyue, as if mad, suddenly shouted, then leaned over the bedhead, continuing to cough uncontrollably.

Watching the suffering Feng Xiyue, Su Pan’er sighed, "Rest assured, after you’re gone, remembering how you’ve served by my side for many years, I will take good care of your child. As for your servants, whether they leave or stay will be up to them; those who wish to stay can stay and live out their old age here. Do you have any other last words?"

Feng Xiyue finally eased her cough somewhat, lying askew at the bedhead, gasping heavily, and shook her head gently upon hearing this.

"Well then, take good care of yourself!... Farewell."

From then on, they never met again, whether favors or grudges, all vanished with death into the air.

Su Pan’er walked out of the room, taking everyone with her.

Unbeknownst to her, behind her, a pair of snake-like eyes watched.

Feng Xiyue burst into a demonic laugh, "Su Pan’er, you are the cause of my demise. Even in death, I’ll drag you down with me! You’ll reap what you sow, We’ll see! Sadly, I won’t be there to see that day..."