Although the atmosphere in the room was quite serious, the only thing on her mind was, "Da Lang, take the medicine."

The emperor moved the medicine bowl closer and closer. Rong Xi had no place to retreat, so he simply stretched out his hand to block it.

"Your Majesty, the smell of medicine is really strong. Please take this medicine away. I won't drink it."

"Xi'er, be obedient. This is a pregnancy-maintaining medicine. You must drink it."

Rong Xi wanted to refuse, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was choked by his own saliva and started coughing. He coughed for a long time and was out of breath, unable to speak clearly.

The emperor was startled and hurried forward to pat her gently, thinking that she had caught a cold, and called in the imperial physician who was writing a prescription outside.

Rong Xi refused to let the imperial physician take her pulse. If the imperial physician saw that she was just choked by saliva and told others about it, where would she put her face?

She could imagine what people would say about her after the imperial physician left, thinking that it was the concubine who was choked by her saliva and couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, the condition had eased a little, and she quickly called the imperial physician out.

"Well, Imperial Doctor, please leave first. I'm fine now, really."

The emperor was still worried, but seeing how resistant she was, he let her go first.

Everyone had gone out, and now there were only the two of them left in the room.

The emperor then revealed the relaxed and natural expression he usually had when he was with Rong Xi.

"Xi'er, thank you. I really didn't expect you to be able to bear my child. I have wanted a child for many years without success. You have fulfilled my wish."

"Your Majesty, although I am very touched by what you said, you can't refuse to give me the silver we agreed on."

The emperor poked her forehead helplessly, "Money-grubber."