Lady Hui smiled quietly, "After all, I have experience in childbirth, so I naturally want to help Concubine Rou."

Zhao Yuancheng frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

He looked up and saw Concubine Qian's red and swollen cheeks, and asked hastily, "Where is Concubine Shu?"

Zhu Yu stepped forward and replied, "I have already sent someone to invite the Concubine Shu, but the people at Changxin Palace said that the Concubine Shu is ill and cannot come."

Zhao Yuancheng snorted coldly, "Is she sick? This is such a good time for her to get sick. You should go there in person and bring her here even if you have to carry her."

“Yeah.”

In the warm room, there were shrill screams that made people tremble with fear. But gradually, the sounds inside became weaker and weaker. Zhao Yuancheng showed panic on his face and hurriedly ordered people to go inside to find out what was going on.

After a while, the midwife came out with blood on her hands, panting, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the fetus is in a very bad condition. The imperial physician wants me to come out and ask you, if there is an accident, would you rather save the adult or the child..."

Before the midwife could finish her words, Zhao Yuancheng grabbed her collar and said in a low voice, "What do you mean by 'protect the elder and the younger?' Remember, I want you to keep Concubine Rou and her child safe! If you can't, I want you to be buried with me!"

The nanny was so frightened that she almost crawled back to the warm room.

In fact, not only Hui Meiren understood this, but Zhao Yuancheng himself also knew that the baby in Roupin's belly was not yet full-term, and would most likely not survive if it was born prematurely.

But no one dared to say such words. Everyone had a worried look on their face. Only Concubine Qian at the side lowered her head, with a strange cold light in her eyes.