Wen Yi, who had not yet walked out of the yard, swayed, pushed away the maid who was supporting her, and staggered back. The sky above her head was dim, and the light in the room was cold and dim.

Wen Yi saw her daughter slumped over at the round table, her white panties stained with red blood.

"Madam, the young lady is bleeding profusely..."

Her heart sank, her head felt dizzy, and she bumped into the door frame, her limbs going limp.

She was already filled with remorse, and now she was swallowed by another layer of deep regret. She slid weakly along the door frame to the ground and lost consciousness.

…

Imperial Palace.

The emperor also got up early. In the past few years, he has been very health-conscious and no new people have entered the harem. He used to have a concubine who was very eloquent, but now the concubine was under house arrest, so he spent most of his time alone in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

As soon as he woke up, the secret guard delivered the latest news: Su Zhiyao was suspected of having a miscarriage and heavy bleeding, and Mrs. Su Wen Yi was in a coma.

The emperor paused as he adjusted his belt, thinking to himself: What the girl from the Shen family said is actually true. Something will happen to Su Zhiyao in the next few days.

"Can the child be saved?" the emperor asked the secret guard.

"The bleeding continues. It's hard to say whether Su Zhiyao can survive." said the secret guard.

The emperor sighed with regret. After all, it was the royal bloodline. But if it was born from the belly of a Su family member, it would be better to be gone.

"Go and find out what the prince and the queen are doing." The emperor ordered again.

…

The empress was a step slower than the emperor and only received the news after dawn. The answer was as she expected and not surprising, but she still felt a little uncomfortable and didn't even eat two bites of breakfast.

The prince, however, seemed to have not received the news at all. He appeared at the court meeting as usual and actively raised the problem of flooding in the south caused by the recent surge in rainfall.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go there in person." The prince stepped forward on his own initiative.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go too." The second prince Chu Guanxi also volunteered.

Because the imperial concubine was under house arrest during this period, some of his previous supporters began to waver, and he urgently needed to do something to prove himself.

Although the third prince Chu Guannan has been crowned king, he never attends morning court sessions which require him to get up early.

"The second brother will go first, and the deputy commander Xie Yuening will protect you along the way." The emperor thought for a moment and made a decision.

Among the court officials, Sun Qiyun, who was wearing a red civil official uniform, lowered his head with a gloomy expression, but he could still feel the strange gazes of his colleagues around him who were watching the show.

The emperor looked at Xie Ming with a vague gaze, but Xie Ming remained expressionless and did not say anything to stop him, as if Xie Yuening was an insignificant person.

…

Shen Qingwu's Wutong Garden is becoming more and more lively now, and several brothers come here early in the morning to have free meals.

Looking at the little wolf cubs, Shen Qinghe was filled with envy, but Ah Heng was not familiar with him yet, so he let him in but didn't let him touch them.

Sun Yimo was very happy now that she had several people to practice with. She no longer called him "master uncle" but called him "brother" directly. She was so sweet-mouthed that Shen Qinghe's arm was almost swollen by the silver needle in her hand.

"Sister, my mother went to the Big Buddha Temple to burn incense again." Shen Qinglei came over at noon with a headache and reported, "She has always wanted to meet the enlightened monk in the Big Buddha Temple. I think she wants to find someone to deal with you."

He felt helpless because his mother always held him back.

"Is this Zhao Qiuyi tired of living?" Shen Qinghe, whose arms were full of needle holes, said viciously.

Shen Qinglei shrank his neck and explained to Shen Qingwu in a low voice, "I tried to persuade her, but she didn't listen to me and insisted on going."

"What a disgrace! I'll go and bring him back!" Shen Qinghe stood up immediately.

"Let her go. She won't cry until she sees the coffin." Shen Qingwu said indifferently while fiddling with the herbs.

Zhao Qiuyi has been too close to Shen Hao recently, which is undoubtedly courting death.

The most important thing for her now is to continue to improve her cultivation.

The Kang family incident allowed her to break through to the first stage of the Phoenix Realm. However, practicing dual cultivation with Chu Guannan only solidified her Phoenix Realm. For the time being, she had to make a new breakthrough at the Qin Heart Realm level.

Now she has to look for more external forces. The further she goes, the harder it becomes. She doesn't know when she can reach the highest realm, Taiqing Realm.

Just as he was thinking about it, Wu Dabao came back. This time, he brought back his son. Everyone in the mansion who knew him smiled and congratulated him. His son looked almost like him.

His son Wu Ping'an looks very thin and is not tall.

As soon as he saw Shen Qingwu, Wu Dabao's eyes turned red and he pulled his son to kneel down together, "Wu Dabao greets the young lady."

He had actually arrived in Kyoto a long time ago and had contacted Shen Qingwu, but Shen Qingwu asked him to wait until the Shen family's affairs were over before coming back, otherwise his search for his son would be discovered by someone with ulterior motives.

"Congratulations, Uncle Wu." Shen Qingwu smiled and helped the man up, and handed over the seal that had been prepared long ago.

Wu Dabao shook his head. "Miss, finding Ping An is already a blessing from you. How dare I take your money again? I, Wu Dabao, will never be able to repay your kindness in the rest of my life."

"This is a happy occasion, I should accept it." Shen Qingwu said with a smile, "Besides, you have helped me a lot, haven't you?"

At her insistence, Wu Dabao accepted Feng Hong with tears in his eyes.

Seeing Wu Dabao and his son, Shen Qingwu suddenly thought of a good way to help others, which is to help them find their relatives!

"Ping'an still remembers me as his father." Wu Dabao cried as he recounted his story of searching for Wu Ping'an. With Shen Qingwu's guidance, his search for his son went very smoothly this time, and he found his son without much effort.

Wu Ping'an is already eighteen years old. He looks thin and honest, with a dull look in his eyes. He keeps his head down and dares not say much, feeling inferior. He is completely different from Wu Dabao's loud and harsh voice.

Shen Qingwu stepped forward and patted Wu Ping'an's arm, and saw his past.

Wu Ping'an does have memories of his biological father. He was abducted and sold to a childless country couple. At first, the couple treated him very well, but a year later, the couple, who had been childless for many years, became pregnant and gave birth to a pair of boys.

From then on, the five-year-old Wu Ping'an became a slave of that family, turning from a lively and lovely little boy into a timid and inferior little slave.

"It's not that they have children, it's that you have siblings. Everything in the first half of your life is not your fault. Your father has been looking for you for many years, and you have been waiting for him for many years. No one has let anyone down. Now that you are reunited, live a good life." Shen Qingwu encouraged with a smile.

Wu Ping'an didn't dare to look at her directly and nodded sullenly.

"Miss is right." Wu Dabao looked at his son with heartache, tears falling again, but he smiled brightly at Shen Qingwu.

"Uncle Wu, you've been running around looking for Ping'an all these years, so you must know a lot of lost children, right?" Shen Qingwu waited for Wu Dabao to finish expressing his inner feelings before asking. "Shen Qingwu's cultivation is divided into seven stages. Her golden finger has been developed, and she has just broken through the first stage. She does good deeds, but also practices cultivation."