Chapter 102 Pregnant Jiang Zhuoying, her face ashen, was carried out of the tent...

Jiang Zhuoying was carried out of the tent, her face ashen, which startled her two maids, Xiangyue and Xiangxing.

Xiangyue hurriedly ran to fetch the imperial physician, while Xiangxing jogged close behind Qi Fan.

Back in her tent, as soon as Jiang Zhuoying was carried inside, she smelled the greasy aroma of chicken soup.

She clutched the man's sleeve with her fingertips, gagging uncontrollably, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead, her frail body trembling uncontrollably...

"Take it away... take the chicken soup away... ugh..."

She managed to utter a complete sentence, and Qi Fan immediately gave Xiang Xing behind him a look, then carried her back to the bed. He checked Jiang Zhuoying's forehead temperature, and it didn't seem like she had a fever.

Yu Jin arrived quickly, though he was somewhat disheveled. He had just finished washing up in his tent and was about to rest when he was dragged out again.

Jiang Zhuoying also felt that she must be sick.

In the morning, she thought it was because the tent was too stuffy that she suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous.

But now that she has just returned from outside the tent, her symptoms have become even more severe.

She had been dry heaving for a while, and now she leaned listlessly against the sac...

"Your Majesty..." Xiangxing handed over a spittoon and a bowl of water for her to rinse her mouth.

Halfway through, Qi Fan intercepted the bowl of clear water.

Jiang Zhuoying frowned, looked at Qi Fan with difficulty, and asked him with her eyes what he meant.

Then, rough fingertips brushed across the corner of her lips, wiping away a few inconspicuous drops of filth.

Her pupils dilated slightly, and before she could say anything, the blue and white porcelain bowl was already pressed against her lips: "Rinse your mouth."

Looking down, she saw only transparent, shimmering water. She stood there, stunned, her mind buzzing.

Even she herself despised those filthy things, so why should he bother?

Suddenly, a warm palm covered his forehead again, and a deep voice came from beside his ear: "Imperial Physician Yu has arrived. Rinse your mouth first, and then let him take your pulse."

The man spoke in a steady, deep voice that was reassuring. Jiang Zhuoying obediently took a mouthful of water, spat it out, and then took another mouthful...

She repeated this three times, then gently shook her head.

Qi Fan stroked the top of her head: "Okay."

Then Jiang Zhuoying glanced to the side and saw him hand the spittoon to Xiangxing, help her lie down halfway, and then signal Yu Jin, who was waiting nearby, to come over.

During the pulse diagnosis, the tent was completely silent.

Jiang Zhuoying was weak and listless. She saw Qi Fan sitting on the edge of her bed, and the servants around her didn't dare to breathe loudly, their heads hanging lower and lower.

Originally, he wanted Qi Fan to go out first, but Imperial Physician Yu suddenly trembled.

Her attention was immediately drawn to it.

"Imperial Physician Yu?" Her voice was weak.

Yu Jin froze for a moment, then withdrew his hand.

He looked almost exactly the same as when he took Qi Fan's pulse last night.

Jiang Zhuoying immediately felt a little panicked. Could it be that she had also been poisoned by some kind of deadly poison?

"This Empress..."

The exposed hand clenched slightly involuntarily, but was then enveloped by a large, calloused palm, which gently caressed the back of her hand with a slightly firm touch.

There was a slight tingling sensation, like a silent comfort.

"Yu Jin".

His tone was slightly somber, a warning.

Based on their years of tacit understanding, Yu Jin immediately understood that His Highness was telling him to be more careful when replying.

It seems Your Highness has misunderstood; this is truly a joyous occasion!

He pondered for a few moments, then bowed slightly and said, "According to my diagnosis, Her Highness the Crown Princess is pregnant, and it has been more than a month since then."

"What did you say?"

The man's breathing was slightly sluggish, and if you listened closely, his voice seemed somewhat unsteady.

Yu Jin raised his voice even higher: "Your Highness, the Crown Princess's pulse is slippery. If Your Highness has any doubts, you may summon a few more imperial physicians."

Jiang Zhuoying was even more taken aback. She subconsciously looked at Qi Fan, her charming peach blossom eyes wide open.

Slippery pulse?

Is she... pregnant?

"This servant congratulates Your Highness! Congratulations Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations, Your Highness and Your Majesty..."

As if a window had been suddenly pierced, the tent instantly became lively, especially Xiangyue and Xiangxing. If Qi Fan hadn't been there, the two of them probably would have jumped up on the spot!

They knelt on the edge of the couch, excitedly saying auspicious words, their expressions increasingly excited and joyful...

Jiang Zhuoying was stunned by the news she had just received; her mind went blank, and she couldn't recover for a moment.

It was too noisy inside the tent, so Qi Fan gave everyone a reward and then dismissed them. Before leaving, he personally instructed Yu Jin to stay outside for the time being.

Silence quickly returned to the surroundings. The man leaned down to look Jiang Zhuoying in the eye, and their eyes met.

“A-Zhuo…I am very pleased.”

His voice was slightly hoarse as he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

Jiang Zhuoying watched as his eyes gradually darkened, his gaze slowly sliding down and stopping at a certain spot.

Before he could lean over, Jiang Zhuoying covered her lips.

"dirty……"

She just vomited; this guy must have really been poisoned too.

Disapproval flashed in the man's eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned over to kiss the back of her hand.

Jiang Zhuoying was a little unaccustomed to his clingy manner, and her voice sounded somewhat awkward: "Your Majesty, I need to bathe and change clothes, and you too."

The man stepped back: "Alone?"

Jiang Zhuoying frowned, her delicate fingertips fidgeting with the fabric on his shoulder, somewhat embarrassed: "I just vomited in Your Majesty's tent, will that cause trouble?"

"No." His voice was slightly hoarse as he took her hand and gently pecked her fingertips.

Jiang Zhuoying's heart skipped a beat. She tried to pull her hand away, but she couldn't pull it off even a fraction.

She simply pressed her lips against his: "Let Xiangyue and the others in. I just threw up, and I feel really uncomfortable if I don't bathe and change."

These words finally brought back some rationality to the man's eyes.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her, his dark eyes making Jiang Zhuoying feel a little uneasy.

"You rest for now, don't get up, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he took her hand and tucked it into the blankets, then turned and hurried away.

Jiang Zhuoying was stunned for a moment, then shook her head slightly, feeling that everything at hand was somewhat unreal.

Since yesterday, it feels like I'm living in a dream. So many things have happened in just two days.

...

After taking a bath in the tub, she changed into clean and comfortable clothes, and all the sheets and blankets on the bed were also changed.

Feeling refreshed, Jiang Zhuoying's mood also improved considerably.

Xiangxing twisted her hair for her and asked her in a low voice what she wanted for breakfast.

She didn't eat dinner last night and has been fussing about it until now.

Jiang Zhuoying lowered her eyes and thought about it seriously before coming to a conclusion: "Roasted lamb leg."

She missed the roasted lamb leg she had recently eaten at Consort Ling's palace.

Xiangyue nodded: "Then Xiangxing will stay here. This servant will go and make arrangements. Your Highness hunted quite a few sheep the other day!"

...

"Roasted lamb leg?" The man looked over with a focused gaze.

"Yes, Her Majesty said she wants to try this."

Qi Fan frowned. He had just talked with Yu Jin for nearly an hour, and Yu Jin had told him that pregnant women might have a slightly strange temperament, and that he should be prepared.

Try your best to go along with her wishes, and never offend her.

However, A-Zhuo is only a little over a month pregnant, and in the early stages of pregnancy, she should pay more attention to nourishing her body and ensuring a safe pregnancy through her diet.

He had someone cook lotus seed and lily bulb rice porridge; the mutton is very warming...

The man was unusually silent.

The people Liu Li sent were still waiting on the side. The Crown Princess vomited in the Emperor's tent, which was no small matter.

The emperor wanted to know how the Crown Princess was doing.

"Prepare it first. I will dine with the Crown Princess later and serve it then."

Xiangyue paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

...

After Jiang Zhuoying finished styling her hair, she glanced at the dishes on the table, which were piled high with food: steamed yam cake, wontons, lotus seed and lily bulb porridge...

The roasted lamb leg she had mentioned earlier was not available.

"What happened?"

Xiangyue paused for a moment, then said, "Your Majesty, would you like to have something else first? This lotus seed and lily bulb rice porridge was specially prepared by His Highness, and it's just right for you right now."

Jiang Zhuoying glanced sideways: "Xiangyue."

“…Hmm?” Xiangyue lowered her head, her gaze darting around.

"You good-for-nothing Xiangyue, I love you so much, how could you side with him?"

Xiangyue had always sided with her, but suddenly she spoke up for Qi Fan...

Jiang Zhuoying suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Xiangyue froze, then hurriedly explained, "No, Miss, I just... I just thought lotus seed porridge would be better for your health..."

"Miss, please don't be angry. It was my fault. I will never say anything good about His Highness the Crown Prince again!"

Jiang Zhuoying was taken aback. Seeing Xiangyue's anxious appearance, she felt even angrier for some reason.

She was just joking, and she'd said similar things before; it was just playful banter between master and servant that usually passed.

But Xiangyue was so alarmed that her voice trembled.

What exactly did Qi Fan say to them?

"Miss? Miss, please don't be angry. If you're still upset, feel free to scold or beat me!"

Jiang Zhuoying abruptly looked away, her lips pursed, and for some reason, two streams of tears uncontrollably flowed down her cheeks...

Her crying startled Xiangyue even more, and she and Xiangxing kept saying words of comfort to her.

Qi Fan strode in at that moment, followed by a person carrying a food tray with roasted lamb leg on it.

Upon hearing the noise, Jiang Zhuoying turned around and saw that he was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when he carried her back to the tent that morning. Her face turned pale, and she began to vomit again...

The man stiffened slightly and was about to help her up when Jiang Zhuoying ordered him to stand still.

"Don't come any closer!"

Qi Fan stood frozen in place, his face looking rather grim with suppressed frustration.

Jiang Zhuoying leaned against Xiangyue, who was supporting her, her brows furrowed: "Your Highness, you should go and take a bath and change your clothes."

There were still many servants in the tent. Although she really wanted to speak frankly, she had to give him some face.

Qi Fan glanced down at the hem of his clothes and immediately understood. His expression softened, and he told Jiang Zhuoying to rest well while he went to bathe and change.

Distracted by this incident, Jiang Zhuoying's inexplicable feeling of grievance subsided.

She called Xiangyue and Xiangxing together: "You two have been with me since you were little. Don't you know my temperament well enough?"

"When it comes to closeness... Qi Fan can't compare to you. And don't let me hear those hurtful words again!"

She rarely said such things. Xiangyue and Xiangxing were like family to her, so why would she need to mention these things to them all the time?

But today's events really made her unhappy.

Turning her gaze to the direction the man had just left, Jiang Zhuoying pursed her lips...

After Qi Fan finished bathing and came out covered in water vapor, only the two of them remained in the tent.

The roasted lamb leg on the table was almost gone, while the rest of the dishes remained untouched.

The man's gaze swept across the table, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.