Chapter 14 The Princess and the Bloodthirsty King

The system shook its head: "Apart from the initial background information, I can only know what happened around you. The west wing is too far from the main hall where you prayed this afternoon. I can't sense it."

Cha Jiu could only put the matter aside for the time being.

She exchanged the fake pregnancy and pseudo-sickness drugs with the system.

She couldn't get through a single day of having to draw blood and copy books.

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, the nanny beside Concubine Hui woke her up loudly outside the door of the west chamber.

"Please stand up, Empress Zhaoronghua. It is time to copy the Buddhist scriptures."

The one keeping watch was Wan Xing. She put on her clothes and came out, bowing to the nanny.

"Mammy, Empress Zhao Ronghua has been feeling unwell since last night. Could you please report to Empress Guifei and ask her to skip copying scriptures today so that our mistress can have a rest?"

The nanny said sarcastically: "Empress Zhaorong Hua, this Buddhist scripture was copied to pray for the blessing of His Majesty and the royal heir. What does your Majesty mean by making excuses?"

Cha Jiu's weak voice echoed in the room: "Please report to the Royal Concubine first. I am indeed ill today and I am not shirking my duty. If the Royal Concubine insists on letting me go, I will go."

The nanny curled her lips and had no choice but to go on this trip.

Over there, Concubine Hui was dressing herself in front of the mirror. After hearing the report from the nanny, she raised her eyebrows and said, "She is really sick."

Nanny: "I can hardly breathe from listening to her voice. I'm afraid she is seriously ill."

Concubine Hui Gui exhaled the foul air in her chest briskly and sneered, "It's better to be sick. It would be best if I could copy scriptures while sick and die in this Taihua Palace. This would also be the wish of our ancestors to fulfill this palace's wish."

"Tell her to get up and come here. If she doesn't come, I will call the Queen Mother to punish her for the grave crime of disrespect, disloyalty and unfilial piety!"

Cha Jiu already knew that Concubine Hui Gui would definitely not allow her to rest for a day.

This was exactly what she wanted.

Before leaving the house, she secretly took a fake pregnancy pill and chose to wait for more than two months of pregnancy.

The Queen Mother and Consort Hui arrived early at the main prayer hall of Taihua Palace.

When people saw Cha Jiu's unsteady steps and pale face, they knew that her illness was not an excuse.

The Queen Mother turned a blind eye and said in a stern voice: "The most important thing in praying is to be sincere. You have only been copying scriptures for one day and yet you act like this. How can the Buddha and ancestors protect you?"

Cha Jiu admitted his mistake on the surface, but he found it funny on the inside.

If the Buddha doesn't protect her, who has been honestly helping Yuwen Yuan to have children, will he protect you two, who are so sinister and calculating?

The frosty-faced old nun came again to take blood.

Cha Jiu pretended to reach out his hand, but when the opportunity came, he fainted.

"My Queen!" Wan Xing exclaimed and came over to support her.

Concubine Hui was also stunned. She fainted before the show even started.

"Ah, Zhao Ronghua is bleeding!"

The sharp-eyed nanny nearby pointed at Cha Jiu's dirty dress and shouted.

For a moment, there was chaos in the prayer hall.

The Queen Mother frowned, feeling something was wrong: "Please ask the imperial physician to come over!"

Zhao Ronghua's symptoms looked like... a miscarriage.

It's impossible, absolutely impossible, there is no way anyone in this palace could be pregnant with the emperor's child!

When leaving the palace to pray for blessings, two imperial doctors would be brought along to prevent any accidents to the master's health.

After receiving the news, they rushed over to check on Cha Jiu.

After the false pregnancy drug triggers a miscarriage, the user will fall into a state of conscious awareness and physical coma.

The symptoms of pseudo-sickness drugs can also be seen in the pulse.

Therefore, after the two imperial doctors made their diagnosis, they reached the same conclusion.

"Reporting to the Queen Mother, Empress Zhao Ronghua has been pregnant for more than two months, but due to excessive exhaustion and fatigue, the fetus has now..."

The Queen Mother suddenly grabbed Concubine Hui Gui's hand, which hurt her, and asked anxiously, "How?"

The doctor shook his head: "There is no way to save the patient."

The Queen Mother staggered.

She didn't care about the baby in Zhao Ronghua's belly, but this child must not be harmed in her hands!

Otherwise, who will bear Yuwen Yuan's rage?

Concubine Hui Gui supported the Queen Mother and quickly ordered Chunlan beside her: "Pass the order down, don't make the matter of Zhao Ronghua's childbirth public!"

Before finding a way to get rid of the connection, we must not let this matter get back to the palace.

Unfortunately, the secret guards hiding nearby had already taken action and sent people to quickly deliver the bad news back to the palace.

In less than an hour, Yuwen Yuan came rushing out of the palace with a group of people.

Frost surged all over his body as he walked into the prayer hall.

In order to prevent the news from leaking out, the Queen Mother and Concubine Hui Guifei did not allow Cha Jiu's palace maid to take her back to the west chamber to rest, but instead made her lie on the simple hard couch in the side hall.

The hard couch had no mattress and was both uncomfortable and cold. Wanxing and Zhirou were wiping their tears beside them.

When the Queen Mother saw Yuwen Yuan appear here, she was so shocked that she was speechless: "Your Majesty..."

"Is this how the Queen Mother thinks about my royal heir?" Yuwen Yuan shouted angrily, and everyone in the prayer hall was shocked.

Everyone was silent and huddled together, not daring to say a word, for fear of being noticed by His Majesty, who would be beheaded if he was displeased.

Cha Jiu didn't sleep comfortably on the cold and hard bed, and his body was shaking slightly.

This scene hurt Yuwen Yuan's heart. He gently covered Cha Jiu with the fox fur he brought, and he felt better.

"Who took Zhao Ronghua's blood?" Yuwen Yuan looked around with a gaze as cold as a knife.

The nuns huddled aside, not daring to admit it.

Master Yuan Chen pushed the nun who was taking blood out and calmed her down, saying, "Your Majesty, it's this one."

The nun who was pushed out looked back at Yuan Chen in disbelief: "It was you who made me—"

Before she could finish the second half of the sentence, Yuwen Yuan had already drawn the long sword from his waist and severed her head.

Warm blood spurted onto Master Yuanchen's face and slid down stickily.

The head rolled to a nearby place with resentment in it, and on it were the malicious eyes of the nun before her death, staring closely at Yuan Chen.

Yuan Chen's legs and feet were shaking, and he was filled with fear and sadness.

There is no other way. In order to save Taihua Temple and her position as abbess, she has to sacrifice one person.

Yuan Chen thought that one life could appease Yuwen Yuan's anger. Such an idea was too naive.

The killing of this bloodthirsty emperor has just begun.

Yuwen Yuan picked up Cha Jiu with the gentlest movements. Even though the person in his arms was unconscious, he unconsciously recognized his breath and snuggled into his warm arms.

Yuwen Yuan's wrinkled brows softened a little.

But what followed was a cold word coming out of his mouth.

"Shadow Guard, kill all the nuns in Taihua Temple."

The Queen Mother did not expect him to be so crazy. She was so angry that she was shaking: "Are you crazy? This is a place to pray for the country's destiny and the royal family. There are so many portraits of our ancestors in front of you, and you actually did such a treasonous thing."