I just walked out of the door of the Anxiang Palace.

Xue Wu suddenly began to dry heave.

Ling Shumo frowned, "What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?"

Xue Wu's face was a little pale. "It's okay. I must have consumed too much energy while dancing just now. I will be fine after a rest." This was not the first time he felt nauseous. Ever since he started taking the beauty medicine given to him by Fu Yijing, he often felt uncomfortable in his body, which usually he would feel better after a rest.

Ling Shumo asked the servant to pour Xue Wu a glass of warm water, "Why didn't you tell me you were tired earlier? We can take a sedan chair back."

The two waited for a while under the shade of the tree, and then several attendants brought the sedan chair over. Ling Shumo directly picked up Xue Wu and carried him horizontally into the sedan chair.

Xue Wu originally thought he would be fine after a short rest, but by the time the sedan stopped at the entrance of Yuehua Palace, he hadn't recovered at all. Instead, his stomach felt even worse. This time, it wasn't just dry heaving; he vomited everything in his stomach.

Xue Wu hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. He forced himself to suppress the urge to vomit again and said to Ling Shumo, "Your Highness, please go down first. I have made this place too dirty."

There was no air circulation in the car, and the smell of vomit quickly spread in the air.

Ling Shumo covered her nose with her hand, lifted the door curtain and got out of the sedan chair. She said to the servants at the door, "Mr. Xue Liangjun has a stomachache. Go and get Doctor Zhang."

Inside the carriage. Once Ling Shumo was out of sight, Xue Wu no longer cared about his image. He bent down and began to vomit desperately. Not only did he empty his stomach, he even vomited bile.

The servants took the cleaning tools and went to clean up the vomit on the ground. Xue Wu leaned back in the chair, his face pale and almost bloodless.

Xue Wu felt a great deal of panic, and his mind couldn't help but have some bad guesses. He began to feel unwell during the past few months of taking the medicine, which was given by Fu Yijing.

Could it be that Fu Yijing wanted to kill him?

While he was daydreaming, Doctor Zhang arrived.

Ling Shumo stood outside the sedan chair and couldn't help but ask loudly, "What happened to Xue Wu?"

Doctor Zhang seemed to say something, but Ling Shumo couldn't hear clearly through the thick curtains. She was about to ask again when Xue Wu suddenly threw back the curtains of the carriage. He opened the window with a look of ecstasy on his face. "Your Highness, Your Highness, Doctor Zhang said that I am three months pregnant." As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Wu couldn't help but burst into tears of joy, tears dripping down his cheeks and onto the carpet.

Ling Shumo was stunned. Xue Wu's health had deteriorated, and his last pregnancy was already a rare occurrence. After he lost that child, his hope of getting pregnant became even more slim. As a result, none of the other men in Ling Shumo's backyard were any good, and yet Xue Wu told her that he was pregnant again.

Ling Shumo didn't mind the smell of vomit in the car anymore. She went straight into the car and carried Xue Wu down.

However, if you think about it, it's not surprising that Xue Wu got pregnant before the other men in the Eastern Palace. Xue Wu's face was truly beautiful, his body incredibly graceful. Judging by the number of times Ling Shumo summoned him to bed, he'd slept with her more than ten times as often as the others. If he hadn't been so severely depleted, he'd probably have gotten pregnant a second time long ago. After all, even if the soil wasn't good, if you planted a few seeds, there was always a chance one or two would succeed.

Fu Yijing had spies in Yuehua Palace, so the news of Xue Wu's pregnancy was immediately passed to Fuyao Palace. Fu Yijing had just asked someone to make him a cup of hot tea using his favorite teacup. The sudden bad news ruined his good mood. He almost couldn't help but want to smash the cup in his hand.

Fu Yijing clutched her chest, tears welling up in anger. "Everyone Mother invited said I'm in great shape and well-suited for childbirth. His Highness often stays overnight at Fuyao Palace. Xue Wu is already pregnant for the second time, so why is there still no news from me?"

Zhiqi said carefully, "Whether it's the people invited by the Prime Minister and the Fairy Lady, or the doctors in the Imperial Hospital, please rest assured, my master. When fate comes, my master will naturally become pregnant."

Zhiqi raised his hand to signal the irrelevant servants in the room to leave quickly.

With no one else in the room, Fu Yijing placed the teacup heavily on the table. He shouted at Zhiqi, "It's fine if someone else is pregnant, but how could Xue Wu be pregnant? Why is he pregnant? What on earth is his reason for being pregnant?"

Fu Yijing knew Xue Wu's health was weak and it would be difficult for him to conceive, so he usually treated him favorably and served the Crown Princess more often. He specifically told Jiang He and Xie Changning that they must give Xue Wu the chance to sleep with her until he, the Crown Princess, conceived a legitimate daughter. But what was this all about? He had shot himself in the foot!

Zhiqi lowered his voice and said, "After the confinement of Changqiu Palace was lifted, the lady's temperament softened a lot, and she seduced the princess to change her mind. In my opinion, Xue Wu is pregnant at the perfect time, so why not use the same trick again and frame Shangguan Dejun once more?"

The same method used twice would have the effect of one plus one being greater than two. Her Highness would think Shangguan Xu was unrepentant and, in a rage, he would definitely receive the caning he didn't receive last time.

Fu Yijing rubbed his temples irritably. "Go prepare the gifts first. I'm going to Yuehua Palace to visit Xue Liangjun now. As for what you said, I'll think about it again."

Zhiqi immediately took the order and went down to prepare the reward.

When Fu Yijing arrived at Yuehua Palace, boxes of gifts filled nearly half the courtyard. Fairy Xuanming and the Prime Minister weren't short of money; his dowry was larger than all the other men in the Eastern Palace combined. Regardless of his inner thoughts, he was always generous with his gifts.

When Ling Shumo heard that Fu Yijing was coming to visit Xue Wu, she stood up and went to the door to greet Fu Yijing.

Seeing beads of sweat on Fu Yijing's forehead, Ling Shumo took out a handkerchief and wiped it away for him very gently. "Why don't you just ask someone to deliver the things? Why did you make this trip yourself? It's hard enough for you to run the internal affairs of the Eastern Palace. There are some things that the servants can do, so don't bother yourself. If you get hurt, the whole Eastern Palace will be in chaos."

Fu Yijing was being looked at by Ling Shumo with such gentle eyes, and his originally impetuous mood was immediately calmed down. "As the Crown Princess, I am here to care for the pregnant maid in the harem. These are all my duties."

Ling Shumo casually handed the dirty handkerchief to the attendant beside her and naturally took Fu Yijing's hand. "Every time you say that these are what you should do, Xiaojing, you are really too modest. However, although you never take credit for it, I will remember everything you have done for me and for this family."