"That's impossible!"

Before she fainted, she could feel the baby in her womb still moving. How could the baby have died in such a short time?

Wu Yachenglin couldn't accept what Physician Zhou said. Her expression was agitated and her face was pale. "Are you lying to me? Are you telling me all lies?"

The aggressive words frightened Physician Zhou so much that he had to back away, cold sweat involuntarily breaking out on his forehead. Physician Zhou was also unable to withstand Wu Ya Cheng Lin's madness.

Seeing this, Jing Ci quickly spoke up to calm her master down. However, some words only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Jing Ci was not an experienced imperial physician, so she said that even if there was nothing wrong, she still had to dispel Wu Ya Cheng Lin's anxiety.

The commotion lasted for quite a while, until Wuya Chenglin's strength gradually weakened and she finally calmed down.

"Your Highness, I dare not conceal the truth. Based on the diagnosis, the fetal breath in your womb is indeed very weak."

If Your Excellency does not believe this, you may later request other imperial physicians to come and examine you.

Physician Zhou really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics. Seeing that Wu Ya Cheng Lin was no longer crazy, he brought up the subject that had been so hard to get over before.

Jing Ci: ...

Jing Ci lowered his head in fright and remained silent, his heart pounding in his chest, fearing that he would be unable to hold his master back if he made another fuss.

To Jing Ci's surprise, Wu Ya Cheng Lin didn't make a scene this time. Instead, after a moment of silence, she calmly asked about the current situation, "What do you mean by weak fetal breathing?"

Physician Zhou bowed deeply. "Yes, it's about the development of the imperial heir."

Development status?

"If everything is really as Physician Zhou said, what are the chances that my unborn child will survive?"

Unconsciously, Wu Yachenglin clenched the bedding beneath her, suppressing the pain in her heart, and gritted her teeth as she pressed on with more questions.

"This, Your Majesty, is not certain."

Physician Zhou chose to tell the truth: some money can be earned, but one must also be alive to spend it.

Given the state of the fetus in Wuya Chenglin's womb, Physician Zhou did not believe that medication could be used to delay delivery. There was a high probability that the fetus would die in utero, and he would have to induce labor to terminate the pregnancy.

Wu Yacheng took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

The imperial physician's words were like a blow to her head. Wuya Chenglin had originally hoped that this child would bring her good fortune, just like Yinzhen.

So it still doesn't work?

She's going to repeat the same mistakes, going through all that trouble to give birth only to have the baby die. So what's the point of her constantly trying to get pregnant and give birth?

Unable to help but ask herself if her insistence was ridiculous, Wu Yachenglin said calmly, "Please keep this matter a secret for now, Physician Zhou, after all, we haven't reached the end of our rope yet."

In addition, try to prescribe some nourishing and restorative formulas to help maintain the pregnancy for as long as possible.

As the last word fell, Wu Yachenglin's beautiful fingernail broke off.

Imperial Physician Zhou nodded hurriedly, "Your Majesty, I understand."

"Jing Ci, see Imperial Physician Zhou off for me," Wu Ya Cheng Lin said, closing her eyes slightly as she dismissed Jing Ci and the imperial physician.

As the footsteps beside her faded away, Wu Yacheng's expression quickly turned cold.

Her abdomen was still aching slightly, but Wu Ya Cheng Lin completely ignored it because of what Physician Zhou had said.

What should she do? If she can't keep this pregnancy, will the Emperor allow her to get pregnant again? She has already given birth to two children who died young. Now, with another stillborn child, forget about the rank of concubine that was within her grasp. Even being able to serve the Emperor is in question.

God is so unfair. Why did I end up like this? What did I do wrong?

Unable to understand, Wu Yachenglin lay on the bed in anguish, her tears soaking the bedding beneath her.

...

"Mother, Mother, Mother, I want to go out and play, I want to go out and play..."

Tong Jiarong had just gotten up when she heard her son's slightly noisy shouts.

Her face darkened, and Tong Jiarong put down the wooden comb in her hand. "Qianli, go and see what's going on. Didn't you agree with the wet nurse that Yu'er would stay to study today? Why is she clamoring to go out and play again?"

Tong Jia Rongyue didn't mind Yinyu going out, after all, she had taken good care of him for several years, and Yinyu's health was much better than when he was born.

But Yinyu is already six years old this year, and it's time for him to go to the Imperial Study.

If Tong Jia Rongyue hadn't pleaded for a favor, allowing her to be sent to the Prince's Residence two years later, Yinyu might have already moved in.

After hearing this, Qianli nodded repeatedly. After understanding the cause and effect, she told Tong Jiarongyue, "The wet nurse said that the prince stayed up late last night to finish today's homework, so he wanted to go out and play."

Tong Jiarongyue:......

"Ridiculous!" Tong Jiarong exclaimed angrily. "Why didn't the wet nurse stop him? Is Yu'er's body capable of staying up all night?"

Qianli was so frightened that her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

Waving her hand dismissively, Tong Jiarongyue said, "Fine, go ahead and have fun if you want. Just remember to have the wet nurse bring more people. We have to go back to the palace in two days, so we can't let ourselves get too carried away."

Qianli replied softly, "Our prince is usually the most well-behaved and sensible. It's just that there are many places to play at the temporary palace recently. He'll be fine once we return to the palace."

Tong Jiarongyue shook her head, her gaze constantly scanning her reflection in the bronze mirror. "I hope so. I'm just afraid he'll want to play around with it again once he gets back to the palace."

Qianli chuckled, “No, the prince is very well-behaved. With Your Majesty’s careful guidance, he will certainly not do anything to embarrass Your Majesty.”

Tong Jiarongyue chuckled softly, as if she were thinking of how obedient and well-behaved Yinyu usually was.

To be honest, Yinyu was not exactly a well-behaved child, especially since he was the son of a noble concubine. He was born with an innate arrogance, and Qianli's words were just to make Tongjia Rongyue happy.

"You've actually managed to say such sweet words to coax me. Go and make the arrangements."

"yes"

"..."

"Nanny, hurry up, hurry up, or we'll be gone."

"Oh dear, brother, let's slow down. Those animals are locked in cages and can't escape. You don't need to rush."

"No need to rush. I didn't see her last time I went. Mother finally agreed to let me go out. Hurry, hurry up, all of you keep up."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this servant understands."

"..."

The conversation drew closer, and the drifting voices became clearer.

Wu Yacheng and Jing Ci hid on the only route Yin Yu took to the Hundred Beasts Garden, keeping a close eye on Yin Yu and the others' every move.

"Master, is this really how it should be?"

That was Consort Tong's only biological son, the prince she cherished like the apple of her eye.

Jing Ci was genuinely worried that her scheme would backfire and she would be implicated instead. Her and her servants' abilities were no match for Consort Tong's.