After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Li Shiliu sat gently on the stool that Aunt Fangruo had specially brought over, and watched Concubine Yun on the hospital bed leaning against the head of the bed with the help of Aunt Fangruo.

Li Shiliu's voice sounded softly: "Thanks to Your Majesty, You have lost a lot of weight. It seems that your health is indeed not good." Her eyes fell on Concubine Yun's pale face, and there was a trace of concern and worry in her eyes.

Concubine Yun sighed slightly and said softly, "I am old and have been in this palace for so many years. I know my body well. Even if I drink this medicine bowl by bowl, it won't save my broken body."

Her voice sounded helpless and tired, as if she had lost confidence in her body.

Li Shiliu quickly comforted her, "Don't say such discouraging words, Madam. It is said that illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes away like pulling a thread.

The palace has the best doctors and the best medicines, so you should just rest and recuperate." Her eyes were firm and warm, hoping to bring some comfort and encouragement to Concubine Yun.

Concubine Yun, whose face was as pale as paper, coughed lightly twice, looked outside the door with some expectation, then turned to look at Li Shiliu and asked, "Li girl, did the emperor ask you to come and see me?" There was a glimmer of expectation and desire in her eyes, as if she hoped to get a positive answer from Li Shiliu.

Li Shiliu nodded and replied, "The emperor summoned me to the palace today and did allow me to come and see if you are feeling better, Your Majesty."

Although her tone was calm, Li Shiliu felt a little uneasy in her heart. She knew that Concubine Yun had a deep affection for the emperor, and now that Concubine Yun's condition looked so serious, she didn't know how to face this problem.

After hearing Li Shiliu's answer, Concubine Yun's eyes flashed with disappointment. She shook her head gently and murmured to herself: "The emperor still refuses to come to see me..."

Her voice was full of sadness and despair, which made people feel pity for her.

Li Shiliu stared at Concubine Yun quietly, with a complex emotion in her heart. She knew that as a woman, especially a woman in the harem, life was full of hardships and difficulties.

The personal favor of the women in the harem and the prosperity and decline of their entire families all depended on the emperor. Even Concubine Yun, who was as respected as the head of the harem, could not escape such a fate.

"I should have expected this, I should have expected this...

woo woo woo...

I just hope to gain a glimmer of hope for my family, betting on my decades of hard work in the palace and the emperor's friendship with me...

woo woo woo...

I was wrong……

I was really wrong...

I regard the emperor as my husband, but he is still the emperor above me, and I should not have any illusions... wuwuwu..."

Concubine Yun's tears flowed like a flood, sliding down her pale, bloodless face. Her cry was mournful and sad, making people feel pity for her.

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself. When you are not feeling well, you should not worry too much. You don't have to think too much. The Emperor has been busy with government affairs recently and has no time to take care of you.

Your Majesty, please take care of yourself and try to recover soon."

Li Shiliu whispered to comfort her, trying to calm Concubine Yun. However, she knew that these words might be in vain for Concubine Yun.

"Li girl, please stop trying to persuade me. Can I ever get better?

When will it be better?

It all depends on the emperor's wishes.

I don’t think I’ll ever get better.”