She stepped out of her room and saw that the palace servants were already waiting outside the Prince's residence. She took a deep breath, trying her best to appear calm and composed.

Throughout the journey, Xu Yuehuai was filled with doubt and unease. She tried to find answers from the expressions of the palace servants, but they all kept their heads down and remained silent.

This silence made her even more uneasy; she felt as if something significant was about to happen.

Finally, they arrived at a dilapidated courtyard.

Xu Yuehuai's footsteps echoed hurriedly on the bluestone path, her dress fluttering in the wind like a light willow catkin drifting through the courtyard.

Her gaze was piercing, penetrating through the layers of worry and unease, and locking onto the kneeling imperial physicians. Their faces were pale, like eggplants struck by frost, and helplessness and despair mingled on their faces, creating a desolate scene.

Xu Yuehuai's heart sank suddenly, as if struck by a boulder. She felt an ominous premonition, a premonition like dark clouds gradually enveloping her heart. She quickened her pace, wanting to find out what had happened as soon as possible.

Stepping into the courtyard, a pungent smell of medicine and a faint stench of blood assaulted her senses. This odor caused Xu Yuehuai to furrow her brow, her heart filled with even greater unease.

Her gaze swept around, finally settling on a familiar face. It was Xiao Lian, the palace maid whom Qi Hanlin favored, who now lay pale and motionless on a simple bed.

Xu Yuehuai hurried to the bedside and gently placed her fingers on Xiaolian's wrist. Her gaze became serious as she carefully examined Xiaolian's condition.

Qi Hanlin stood anxiously to the side, his eyes filled with worry and expectation. He gripped Xu Yuehuai's arm tightly, his voice trembling as he said, "Aunt! Please save her!"

Xu Yuehua nodded slightly; she already had a treatment plan in mind.

She quickly took out silver needles from her medicine box, and with a light touch of her finger, the needles gleamed with a cold light. She took a deep breath and accurately inserted the needles into Xiaolian's acupoints.

Each insertion of the silver needles was like a call to life; they danced in Xu Yuehuai's hands, releasing a mysterious power.

Xu Yuehuai's expression was focused and solemn, her eyes as bright as torches, revealing her firm belief and respect for life.

As the silver needles danced, Xiaolian's complexion gradually regained a rosy hue.

Xu Yuehuai's brows gradually relaxed as she felt her internal energy flowing steadily into Xiaolian's body. She knew that her treatment was working, and Xiaolian's life was being saved little by little.

Qi Hanlin watched nervously from the side, his palms already sweating. He kept praying, hoping that Xiaolian could pull through this ordeal.

His eyes were filled with love and concern for Xiaolian. It was as if, at this moment, he had forgotten that he was the emperor and was just an ordinary man who cared about the woman he loved.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, with only the dancing silver needles and Xu Yuehuai's breathing echoing in the air. The entire courtyard was immersed in a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Finally, thanks to Xu Yuehuai's tireless efforts, Xiaolian's breathing gradually stabilized, as if a flower that was about to wither had been revitalized.

Xu Yuehuai gently withdrew the silver needles, a tired but relieved smile appearing on her face. Fortunately, she had learned a little bit from the Ghost Doctor and the others!

Seeing this, Qi Hanlin finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He excitedly grasped Xu Yuehuai's hand, his voice trembling as he said, "Aunt! Thank you! Thank you for saving Xiaolian!"

Xu Yuehuai shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of humility and determination. She said softly, "This is what I should do. As long as I can still move a needle and thread, I will never let any life be easily lost."

As Xu Yuehuai finished speaking, the entire courtyard fell silent. But within this silence, an indescribable power flowed quietly. It was awe and respect for life, the best interpretation of the benevolence of a healer.

Qi Hanlin frowned, his eyes were piercing, and he appeared unusually serious. His voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate people's souls.

He asked, "What exactly is her illness?"

Xu Yuehuai clasped her hands in front of her abdomen, her expression somewhat solemn. She hesitated slightly, as if carefully considering her words.

Upon seeing this, Qi Hanlin immediately waved his hand, signaling the people around him to step back.

Following Qi Hanlin's gesture, the palace maids and eunuchs bowed their heads and left the courtyard. Even the imperial physician, who had been waiting on the side, breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully withdrew.

The entire courtyard fell silent, leaving only Qi Hanlin and Xu Yuehuai.

Xu Yuehuai looked around to make sure no one was there before whispering, "Xiaolian is pregnant."

Upon hearing this, Qi Hanlin's face flashed with shock. He stared wide-eyed at Xu Yuehuai, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

After a long while, he came to his senses and asked anxiously, "How is her health now?"

Xu Yuehua frowned and said, "She had a slight miscarriage just now, but it's stable now, and the baby is safe. We must be careful from now on and make sure she doesn't experience any further stimulation or accidents."

Qi Hanlin breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned again.

After a moment of contemplation, Xu Yuehuai asked, "What happened to her today? Why did she suddenly miscarry?"

Qi Hanlin shook his head and said, "I don't know either. She has been resting in the palace all day and has not gone out or seen any special people."

"But just now she suddenly felt unbearable abdominal pain, so I rushed over to check on her and summoned the imperial physicians. They couldn't find anything wrong, so I had to ask my aunt to come. I'm really sorry to trouble you with this today."

Xu Yuehua frowned. After a moment's thought, she said, "Send someone to investigate and see if anything happened in the palace today. Also, strengthen security measures to ensure Xiaolian's safety."

Qi Hanlin nodded in agreement and immediately arranged for his personal guards to handle the matter.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he thought of Xiaolian's frail figure and gentle smile, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

He hoped that Xiaolian could give birth to the child safely and healthily, but he was also worried about the impact the child's birth would have on the entire court.

As Qi Hanlin pondered, the atmosphere in the room grew even heavier.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains and onto the floor, creating dappled patterns of light and shadow.

Qi Hanlin's gaze was far-reaching, as if he were contemplating the future of the entire nation.

At that moment, Xiaolian gripped the bed sheet tightly, as if she were enduring immense pain.

Xu Yuehuai stood by the bed, looking at her suffering, and a feeling of pity welled up in his heart.