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Chapter 437 Shortsightedness

Aunt Jing ignored her and stared at the bundle as if she was looking at a valuable treasure, or as if she was looking at her burned right arm.

Her hands were once as skillful as those of Concubine Lan, or even more skillful.

After staring blankly for a while, she burst into tears again: "My Lord, when you have a child in the future, don't forget to tell the child who made his clothes, and don't forget to bring the child to burn incense for the queen from time to time..."

Prince Yi burst into tears and leaned his face against Aunt Jing's four exposed fingers: "Aunt Jing, please stop talking, please stop talking..."

Aunt Jing let Prince Yi cry, her eyes gradually becoming gentle: "Your Highness is the best child, the Queen's spirit in heaven has always been proud of you, Your Highness, don't be impulsive in doing things in the future, and don't be too hard on yourself..."

"Aunt Jing..." Feng Ming just didn't want Aunt Jing to continue talking.

"In this life..." Aunt Jing seemed to be mumbling to herself, her eyes drifting to the sky above her head, "When I am no longer here, please burn me, Your Majesty, and do not bury me in the ground. Just scatter my ashes around the tombstone of the Majesty, so that I can accompany the Majesty for generations to come."

"Aunt Jing, Aunt Jing..., you can't, you can't..." Feng Ming shook Aunt Jing's arm violently in excitement.

"Your Highness..." Yuan Qi quickly grabbed him.

Aunt Jing didn't know where her pain was touched, but she no longer showed any pain. Instead, she turned around and looked at Feng Ming with a smile.

Feng Ming let go, but shouted desperately: "Aunt Jing, you can't leave me, you can't..."

Yuan Qi also comforted Aunt Jing with his other hand: "Aunt Jing, you are tired, you should have a good rest first and don't think too much."

Aunt Jing still had a smile on her face, but her eyes were closed.

Yuan Qi had no choice but to persuade Prince Yi again: "Your Highness, Doctor Meng and Doctor Chu both said that Aunt Jing has passed the most dangerous period, but it will take a long time for her to recover. Don't be too excited. During this period, you should spend more time with Aunt Jing and comfort her more."

Feng Ming didn't know what to do. Zhou Chang calmed down a little after hearing this, so he asked directly: "Aunt Jing, are you worried about it?"

Aunt Jing closed her eyes and did not answer, but tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes for a while.

"If Aunt Jing really wants to do this, what should I do?" Feng Ming burst into tears.

"Ninth brother..." Aunt Jing couldn't bear to hear the crying. She opened her eyes and cried again, "Don't cry. You have grown up. I have lived up to your trust."

Zhou Chang was deeply saddened when he learned that "Jiu Ge'er" was the name his aunt Jing called Prince Yi when he was a child.

Feng Ming rushed forward and tightly grasped Aunt Jing's left hand: "I don't care, your injury can be healed, I don't want you to be depressed, I want you to live."

“Look at the condition I’m in now. Not to mention that I can’t show my face to anyone from now on, even this arm is powerless and my body is burning. I’m useless and don’t want to go on like this…” At this point, Aunt Jing couldn’t continue and burst into tears again.

Feng Ming's heart felt like it was stuffed with a large ball of cotton, making it hard to breathe, but he didn't care: "I don't care whether it's useful or not, I just don't want you to die. Even if you can't move and have to lie in bed for the rest of your life, I still don't want you to die. I'll find someone to serve you, I..."

Aunt Jing didn't have the energy to argue and could only shake her head gently.

Feng Ming was almost crazy with fear, and grabbed a pile of children's clothes from the bag: "Aunt Jing, didn't you always want me to get married and have children? Now that I have a wife, you have to wait and see me give birth to a child. My child will have to be taken care of by you in the future. These clothes are not enough, and they need to be replaced every year. When the time comes, I will need your help to judge, so you can't commit suicide. You must cooperate with the doctor for treatment, and everything will be fine."

There was no interest in life anymore in Aunt Jing's eyes.

"Oh, and one more thing..." Zhou Chang desperately searched for an excuse in his mind, "We haven't brought the imperial physician Xu Wei to justice yet. If you die like this, you won't be able to explain to your mother in your grave."

Aunt Jing's eyes froze, but tears still fell: "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait..."

"Why can't you wait? You will definitely be able to wait." Zhou Chang shook Aunt Jing's body desperately again.

"Your Highness..." Yuan Qi was really afraid that Aunt Jing might commit suicide, but Zhou Chang shook her off and grabbed her from behind.

Zhou Chang was trying desperately to think of a solution: "Oh, and Uncle Qiu, Aunt Jing, if you don't want to live, Uncle Qiu will probably die before you. You can't just leave me alone."

"Qiu Chang?" Aunt Jing finally responded, "Yes, how is Qiu Chang?"

It worked, so Zhou Chang had to exaggerate: "Aunt Jing, Uncle Qiu feels guilty and blames himself because of you, and he has become ill. Doctor Meng said that if he continues like this, he may lose his life."

"Ah..." Aunt Jing and Qiu Chang have been friends for decades, so how could she not be worried.

"Uncle Qiu told me before that if anything happened to you, he would die too." Zhou Chang started crying again, "Wuwu... He was afraid that you would not be able to survive because of your ruined face and body. He felt so guilty that he almost wanted to commit suicide just now. Fortunately, we stopped him."

"No, no..." Aunt Jing also became anxious.

"So, Aunt Jing, you can't be depressed. If you are depressed, Uncle Qiu will definitely go with you. You can't..." Zhou Chang blinked his tears. He was not pretending. His emotions came out naturally when he was moved.

Aunt Jing's eyes also turned red again, and she sighed: "Alas..., Qiu Chang, everything is good, but you are too worried."

"I am worried about Aunt Jing." Zhou Chang saw that it was working, so he tried harder, "Aunt Jing, face is nothing, nothing... I don't care, and I believe everyone else doesn't care. What we care about is that you are alive. If you really can't let it go, it will only make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy."

"Ninth brother..." Aunt Jing couldn't help but burst into tears again.

The effect was basically achieved. Zhou Chang wiped away his tears of true emotion and said domineeringly: "Anyway, I don't care. You can't let it go. If you can't let it go, Uncle Qiu won't let it go either. If you all really go and leave me alone, I will hate you for the rest of my life."

"Ninth brother..., I..." Aunt Jing was so excited that she couldn't speak, but the determination in her eyes had mostly disappeared.

Zhou Chang assured again: "As for your injury, I will find a way to cure it no matter what the cost. Even if it can't be cured, Aunt Jing will always be the most noble and elegant in my heart. No one can laugh at your face. If anyone dares, I will make him unable to laugh for the rest of his life."

"Ninth brother, my ninth brother..." Aunt Jing could not say anything else but call out.