In the candlelit bedroom, Zhao Yun saw Ye Wanhe, who was unconscious and had a high fever, and a sense of fear surged in his heart.

As the crown prince since birth, he had never felt the fear that was so deep in his heart.

Li Quan soon came here with the imperial physician, "Your Highness, Imperial Physician Shen is here."

Zhao Yun saw the Imperial Physician Shen coming over and hurriedly said, "Come and take a look at her. She has been unconscious for a while now and won't wake up no matter how much we call her. She is also burning with a high fever."

Imperial Physician Shen didn't care why there was a woman lying on the Crown Prince's bed.

Following his doctor's instinct, he hurried to Ye Wanhe's side. When he was about to take her pulse, he saw cotton bandage wrapped around her wrist.

"This is……"

Zhao Yun said, "She was accidentally stabbed yesterday."

Imperial Physician Shen said, "Your Highness, please untie the cloth from her wound."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun untied the cloth covering the wound. The scar from yesterday was very red and swollen, and looked very hideous. Zhao Yun couldn't help but feel even more regretful.

Imperial Physician Shen asked for a handkerchief and took Ye Wanhe's pulse on her uninjured wrist. As soon as he put his hand on her, he glanced at Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun hurriedly asked, "Why are you looking at me? Come and see why she is still unconscious."

Imperial Physician Shen whispered, "Aunt Ye is unconscious and has a high fever. It must be because the wound is infected. Although the wound looks shallow, it can be a fatal disease if infected. During the battle of Nancheng, many soldiers were injured and had infected wounds and high fevers. It was Princess Sheng Zhao who saved them by using Zhiyan Powder..."

Zhao Yun said, "Then quickly get the Zhiyan Powder."

Imperial Physician Shen whispered, "Others can use this Zhiyan Powder... Aunt Ye can't use it."

Zhao Yun frowned and asked, "Why can't Wanhe use it?"

Imperial Physician Shen glanced at Zhao Yun and said, "Aunt Ye is pregnant. Zhiyan Powder will affect the baby in her belly. After taking Zhiyan Powder, the baby in her belly will definitely not be saved."

"What did you say?" Zhao Yun stood up from the bed. "She is pregnant?"

Zhao Yun was shocked to hear what Imperial Physician Shen said.

But if you think about it carefully, there is an explanation for Ye Wanhe's constant vomiting recently.

Imperial Physician Shen knelt down and said, "Your Highness, Aunt Ye's pulse shows that she is more than two months pregnant..."

Zhao Yun frowned: "Two months..."

Imperial Physician Shen whispered, "Looking at Aunt Ye's pulse, she must have had a miscarriage not long ago. The fetus is not very stable. This time she was seriously injured and infected. Taking the anti-inflammatory powder will definitely affect the baby in her belly. If she doesn't take it, there is a 50% chance that Aunt Ye will not survive, but there is also a 50% chance that she will survive, and both mother and child will be safe..."

Imperial Physician Shen didn't dare to look directly into Zhao Yun's eyes. Aunt Ye was lying on the Crown Prince's bed, so he didn't have to guess, and he knew whose blood the child in Aunt Ye's arms was.

Your Majesty of this dynasty has only one son, the Crown Prince.

The child in Aunt Ye's arms is His Majesty's first grandson.

The life of the emperor's grandson is of paramount importance. If he takes the anti-inflammatory powder and something happens to the emperor's grandson, his head will be in danger.

Zhao Yun said without hesitation, "Go get the Zhiyan Powder."

Imperial Physician Shen quickly responded, "Yes, Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will go back to the Imperial Hospital to get the medicine."

Late at night, the palace was silent.

Zhao Yun sat down next to Ye Wanhe, his hand gently caressing her flat belly. It turned out that the nightmare she had earlier about not harming her child wasn't about the child from six years ago...

Ye Wanhe felt the force coming from her lower abdomen. She opened her eyes and saw Zhao Yun in front of her. She felt Zhao Yun's hand on her lower abdomen and said nervously, "Your Highness..."

Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Wanhe wake up.

Zhao Yun took Ye Wanhe into his arms and said, "You're finally awake."

Ye Wanhe smelled the smell of alcohol on Zhao Yun and felt very sick. She was so weak that she could only let Zhao Yun hug her.

It was a while before Ye Wanhe heard footsteps coming from outside.

Ye Wanhe opened her eyes and saw Imperial Physician Shen coming with a bowl of medicine in his hand. "Your Highness, this bowl of medicine is the Anti-Inflammation Powder..."

Zhao Yun took the anti-inflammatory powder from Imperial Physician Shen, handed the medicine to Ye Wanhe's lips, and said softly to Ye Wanhe: "Be good, drink this medicine, and your illness will be cured."

Ye Wanhe looked at the medicine in front of her and felt resistance from the bottom of her heart.

Imperial Physician Shen was surprised that His Royal Highness would be so gentle in feeding medicine to a palace maid, so he reminded her, "Your Highness, Aunt Ye is very weak. If she drinks the medicine, the fetus in her belly will be in danger, and she will never be able to get pregnant again in the future."

Ye Wanhe only felt a chill on her back, and despite having a high fever, she felt as if she was in the coldest part of winter.

Ye Wanhe looked into Zhao Yun's eyes. She hurriedly got off the bed, collapsed on the ground and knelt, saying, "Your servant, your servant..."

"I shouldn't have concealed my pregnancy from His Highness..."

Zhao Yun held the anti-inflammatory powder in his hand and said, "We can talk about other things later. Drink this medicine first. You have a very high fever."

Ye Wanhe smelled the scent of medicine and shook her head with tears in her eyes, saying, "No, Your Highness, I can no longer give up this child."

Ye Wanhe endured the pain in her throat, tears welling up in her eyes as she said, "Your Highness, please have mercy on me. Please don't kill my child again. Please spare my child's life..."

Zhao Yun said to Ye Wanhe, "Wanhe, you have to take medicine to survive."

Ye Wanhe knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Your Highness, if I don't have another child... I won't be able to live anymore..."

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