Azi opened the door and went out, then looked back at the people inside.

Qinghe, who was standing at the door, was startled: "Your Majesty!"

Azi wasn't frightened, as her mind was still preoccupied with Chengyi's words, her heart filled with self-reproach and guilt. She weakly lifted her eyelids: "Qinghe."

After saying that, she hung her head and walked past Qinghe downstairs. Qinghe quickly followed, her face full of worry: "Your Highness, are you alright? You look very pale!"

Azi shook her head sadly: "Qinghe, I'm fine. You go and take care of Acheng. I'm going to find Grandpa."

Qinghe's face was filled with heartache and helplessness as she watched her slender figure slowly disappear down the corridor. She didn't know how to intervene. Both of them were heartbroken, but there was nothing she could do.

Qinghe turned and went back to the kitchen, sighing deeply every now and then. Looking at the night outside, her mood was as heavy as the dark night.

Cheng Yi gently placed Di Jingcheng back on the bed and sat quietly beside him, his mind in turmoil. If his master knew what he had just said, he would surely be beaten to death, but he felt sorry for him and had no choice but to speak up!

Di Jingcheng slowly regained consciousness and began to unconsciously utter something. Cheng Yi quickly leaned forward to listen attentively.

"Azi, Azi... my Azi... Azi..."

Hearing his murmurs, Cheng Yi looked at him with a disappointed expression and said angrily, "Azi, Azi, you're about to die! And you're still thinking about that woman. Has she even come to see you once in all this time?"

Cheng Yi turned away indignantly, arms crossed, his face filled with sorrow.

Di Jingcheng was still calling Azi's name, but he wouldn't wake up.

—Azi went downstairs and headed towards her grandfather's wooden house. She had been so anxious and emotional that she had moved around a lot. Her pregnancy wasn't stable yet, and she was experiencing some mild pain in her lower abdomen. She needed her grandfather's help.

Her abdominal pain intensified, and she felt a dampness in her lower body. A panic gripped her heart; could she lose the baby? Clutching her stomach in agony, she reached her grandfather's door and weakly called out, "Grandpa..."

"grandfather……"

Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her originally pale face turned deathly white. She was in so much pain that she had no strength to speak. She bit her lips tightly and fainted at the door.

The old man inside, busy preparing medicine, seemed to hear his granddaughter's voice, but the little girl never called out to him or knocked when she came in. He was a little puzzled and didn't want to leave, but he was worried that something might happen at this critical moment.

He opened the door and saw his granddaughter lying on the floor, looking pained, with what appeared to be bright red blood beneath her. Startled, he quickly carried her inside and, with his old bones, deftly fed her some medicine to stop the bleeding.

After seeing that her condition had stabilized a bit, he ran out to call for help. He wanted to call the maid, but thinking that the fewer people in the village knew about this, the better, he went to the small attic instead, and pulled Qinghe, who was busy in the kitchen and was completely confused, back to the wooden house.

Qinghe was filled with questions, but judging from the old man's expression, she knew the situation was urgent. Remembering that the Empress had just mentioned going to find her grandfather, she wondered if something had happened to the Empress!

Realizing this possibility, she quickened her pace. Originally, the old man was dragging her along, but now their roles had reversed.

As soon as Qinghe entered, she saw Azi lying unconscious on the couch, trembling all over. She quickly ran over and knelt down beside the couch: "Your Highness, what's wrong? Old Master, what's wrong with her?"

The old man placed the hemostatic and pregnancy-preserving herbs into the medicine pot: "Azi is pregnant, and the pregnancy is progressing rapidly. She's lost quite a bit of blood. Please treat her first; her clothes and warm water are there!"

After he finished speaking, he went to the outer room to start brewing the medicine. There were special utensils for brewing medicine there, which solved his immediate problem.

Qinghe was shocked; the Empress was pregnant. Today, with all the running and fright, her emotions were running high and she was exhausted; it was inevitable that the pregnancy would be threatened.

She gasped for breath, still shaken, and tried to calm herself down before starting to clean the bloodstains from Azi's body. After more than an hour, Qinghe fed her the medicine, and Azi's bleeding stopped; she felt much better.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Just as the old man had rested, Yimeng rushed over and said, "Di Jingcheng has a high fever."

It was a chaotic scene. The old man frowned as he grabbed the medicinal herbs and handed them to Qinghe to brew. In the meantime, Yimeng learned of Azi's condition and sat by the bedside, heartbroken, watching over her.

Di Jingcheng drank the medicine Qinghe brought him, and his fever finally subsided in the middle of the night. Qinghe stood to the side with the bowl in her hand, watching Chengyi bustling around. She pursed her lips with a serious expression, hesitated for a long time, and then finally spoke.

“I heard everything you said to the Empress. If the Emperor finds out, do you think he will forgive you?” For the first time, Qinghe did not use a respectful title for him; she was actually on Azi’s side.

Although she had witnessed firsthand the Emperor's immense suffering in his quest to marry the Empress, for some reason, her heart always involuntarily leaned towards the Empress, who was also a woman. Especially seeing her pregnant today, she felt that everything was understandable.

The Empress is pregnant and her pregnancy is unstable; how can she overwork herself?

Cheng Yi glanced at her indifferently: "So what? That's the truth. You are also someone who has received the Emperor's favor. Without him, we would probably be a handful of dust long ago. Are you going to feel sorry for a woman from another ethnic group?"

Cheng Yi's question struck a chord with Qing He. She truly lacked the confidence to refute him, but she also knew that if the Emperor were awake, he would absolutely not allow the Empress to suffer any injustice. Not even those close to him!

"Her Majesty is pregnant and her pregnancy is unstable. Today you caused her pregnancy to become very unstable, and she almost miscarried. Do you think the Emperor will listen to you, or will he feel sorry for the Empress?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yi looked at her intently but said nothing more, after all, the woman was carrying the Emperor's child.

Qinghe carried the medicine out; she still had to take care of the Empress! She wondered if the Empress had woken up yet, and how the little prince was.

However, if the old man said it was nothing, then it should be nothing, right? She was very uncertain and filled with unknown fear about everything.

This was a feeling she had never experienced in her entire life.