When Li Jianting arrived, the imperial physician in the palace fell to the ground in fear. Aunt Liuxiang knelt beside the couch, holding the Queen Mother's hand, and called softly: "The Crown Prince is here."
The Queen Mother breathed slightly, rolled her eyes, and saw Li Jianting. She was sweating profusely, and there were some wrinkles on her unpainted face, finally showing her old look, and she was very angry: "The Ai family... want to talk to His Highness..."
Aunt Liuxiang stood up and retreated with her attendants.
The curtains in the hall are hung separately, and the Buddhist niches are filled with incense. The delicate smoke obscures the Buddha statues, and the expression of compassion becomes blurred. Li Jianting bent down to pick up the string of Buddhist beads that had fallen between the bamboo rafters, and smelled the rich sandalwood fragrance.
"You held a banquet to kill Han Cheng," the Queen Mother said, her hair loose and tilted, "I knew then... you couldn't tolerate... me."
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