Feng Qingyun paused for a moment, then continued, "The current ministers in her household have been taking that kind of drug continuously for years, and their physical functions have been severely damaged, and their vitality has been greatly depleted."

Like a dilapidated house on the verge of collapse, riddled with holes, even by chance, Ye Yunyao was fortunate enough to conceive.

However, their bodies, severely damaged by the drugs, were simply unable to provide a stable, healthy, and suitable environment for the fetus to develop.

Just as barren soil cannot nourish strong seedlings, how can it possibly save a child?

Feng Qingyun's words were like a sharp lightning bolt that pierced the silent night sky, instantly exploding in the already tense courtroom due to the unexpected revelation.

Its power is so great that it seems to shatter the air itself.

In an instant, the entire court became as silent as a dead, empty city, eerily quiet.

It was so quiet that you could clearly hear everyone's slightly rapid breathing due to tension, and the rapid, drum-like heartbeats of each other.

All eyes were drawn to Ye Yunyao as if by an invisible yet powerful magnetic force.

His gaze was filled with shock, sympathy, and helplessness, as if time itself had stood still because of Ye Yunyao's ordeal.

Upon hearing Feng Qingyun's words, Ye Yunyao felt as if five towering Mount Tai, each weighing a thousand pounds, had suddenly and unexpectedly crashed down upon her.

It was as if five thunderclaps exploded simultaneously in her ears, the deafening sound almost shattering her soul.

She was struck as if by lightning, instantly frozen in place, as if all her strength had been drained away, her body swaying precariously, like a withered leaf about to fall in a storm.

She spent countless days and nights, tossing and turning in bed, eagerly anticipating the arrival of this little life.

Is it really destined to become an unattainable illusion, merely a cruel and empty joy bestowed upon her by heaven?

This nightmarish thought was like an incredibly sharp and icy blade, piercing straight into her heart.

The pain was so intense that she felt as if all the air had been sucked out of her, and she could barely breathe, only able to let out weak and painful gasps.

At that moment, a glaring red flashed uncontrollably at the corner of her eye.

Like maple leaves in late autumn that refuse to wither despite being attacked by frost and snow, they exude endless desolation and sorrow, as if silently telling the story of the deep grief in their hearts.

Those slightly reddened corners of her eyes were like an outlet for her inner pain, with tears welling up in her eyes, ready to burst forth.

Like surging waves crashing against a fragile dam, yet she stubbornly held on with her last bit of stubbornness and strength, refusing to give way easily.

The hand placed on her lower abdomen trembled violently as if it had been hit by a magnitude 10 earthquake, and the trembling spread rapidly from her fingertips to her whole body like an electric current.

It was as if she wanted to release all the surging fear and helplessness deep in her heart in this way, without reservation.

For a moment, her mind seemed to sink into an endless abyss of darkness, a blankness, and a sense of bewilderment overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

She was completely lost in this sudden, overwhelming despair, not knowing where to go or what to do.

It felt like being in a desolate desert, with no direction or hope in sight.

The other officials felt a sharp pang of pain in their hearts when they saw Ye Yunyao's sorrowful and desperate appearance.

It felt as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing them to furrow their brows in pain.

Their eyes involuntarily revealed a deep sense of sympathy, a sympathy like the cold wind of winter, carrying a chill yet containing a hint of helplessness.

They deeply understood that Ye Yunyao had been striving all these years to have a child of her own.

They put in so much unseen effort and endured so much pressure and pain that others could not imagine.

In countless lonely days and nights, she cherished the longing for new life, wavering between hope and despair. That persistence and expectation now seem so heartbreaking.

Now, that glimmer of hope that has finally appeared is about to be extinguished mercilessly by fate.

How cruel this was, as if fate had played an incredibly vicious joke on her.

However, at this moment, faced with Ye Yunyao's almost unbearable pain, they felt that their words were so pale and powerless in the face of such immense grief.

Like light catkins drifting in the wind, it's utterly meaningless.

They didn't know where to begin or how to offer words of comfort, so they could only express their sympathy through silent gazes filled with concern and pity.

It slowly spread through the oppressive, suffocating air, attempting to offer Ye Yunyao even the slightest bit of comfort.

Upon hearing Feng Qingyun's words, Qin Qianluo's heart tightened, and her brows, which had been relaxed like the warm spring sun, instantly furrowed tightly.

Like two intertwined mountains, her face showed deep regret and reluctance, as if she herself was also in this pain.

She sighed softly, a sigh like a mournful breeze, drifting gently through the silent court, her voice filled with worry and heartache.

She murmured softly, "Is there really no way to keep this child?"

Physician Xu has always been a highly skilled physician, capable of bringing the dead back to life. Having served in the palace for many years, he has seen countless difficult and complicated cases and accumulated a wealth of experience.

Could it be that even he couldn't save this child? Minister Ye had longed for this pregnancy with such difficulty and determination.

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