After redoing her makeup and at Zhao Zhiyan's prompting, the matchmaker smiled and began the procession, while the groom led the bride into the bridal sedan chair.
The bridal sedan chair, carried by sixteen people, was exquisitely beautiful.
Princess Lian'an's face changed instantly as she bent over. The pain in her lower body intensified, and she even felt a warm flow sliding down between her legs.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Zhiyan asked gently.
Princess Lian'an gritted her teeth and whispered that she was alright before getting into the sedan chair.
The bridal sedan chair was carried on a grand procession into the capital. As it entered the city, there were very few people to watch the spectacle, and it was unusually quiet outside. Princess Lian'an couldn't help but lift her veil and peek outside through the gap.
"Su Jing!"
Su Jing leaned closer upon hearing the voice: "Princess?"
Why is it so lively outside?
"I heard that a Taoist priest came to the East Gate and was offering free divination. Many people went to the East Gate to join in the fun."
Princess Lian'an was displeased upon hearing this, as very few people had come to her wedding.
Recalling Song Yue's wedding, with its ten-mile-long red bridal procession that drew envy from many and countless people joining in the excitement, she felt a sense of loss in comparison.
"Princess, those commoners don't know the rules, you don't need to worry about them. There are definitely civil and military officials waiting at the Eighth Prince's mansion," Su Jing comforted her.
Princess Lian'an could only console herself with this thought.
After the bridal sedan chair landed, the matchmaker led her out. The surroundings were still quiet. She stepped up the steps and over the fire basin. There was no one around to talk to.
She followed closely behind Zhao Zhiyan and softly called out, "Su Jing."
Su Jing swallowed hard. She hadn't expected that the huge Eighth Prince's mansion wouldn't even have a single official. It was truly shocking.
Su Jing did not respond, but simply helped Princess Lian'an walk forward.
"I bow to Heaven and Earth!"
"Bowing to the parents twice!"
"Husband and wife bow to each other!"
After the wedding ceremony, Princess Lian'an was led to the bridal chamber. Sitting on the couch, listening to Zhao Zhiyan leave, she couldn't wait to lift her red veil and look at Su Jing: "Has the Song family sent anyone?"
Su Jing stammered.
“She definitely wouldn’t dare come, and no one would dare cause trouble at the Eighth Prince’s residence.” Princess Lian’an thought to herself, then looked up and saw that Su Jing’s expression was off. She frowned and asked, “Tell me! Has something happened?”
Su Jing glanced around and said in a low voice, "Princess, no one is here to witness the wedding today."
"What did you say?" Princess Lian'an was stunned and shook her head in disbelief: "This, how is this possible? You must be mistaken."
Seeing Su Jing's serious expression, Princess Lian'an suddenly felt the pain in her lower body becoming more and more obvious, and she gasped in pain.
"hiss!"
Warm currents flowed in waves.
"What exactly happened?" she asked through gritted teeth.
Who would dare to disrespect the Eighth Prince?
Su Jing lowered her eyes: "This servant heard that an urgent document was sent to the palace, and the Emperor suddenly summoned all civil and military officials to court to discuss the matter."
Princess Lian'an didn't believe it at all: "Is it really such a coincidence that it had to be today?"
A fortune teller appeared at the east gate, attracting all the people away. An urgent dispatch arrived at the palace, summoning all the civil and military officials.
It's obvious they're deliberately trying to embarrass her.
This is outrageous!
"Princess……"
"From this day forward, I am now the Eighth Princess Consort," Princess Lian'an, now Xu Lingqing, whispered. She was in so much pain that she was bent over and couldn't get up, so she asked Su Jing to fetch a doctor.
Su Jing didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly called for a doctor.
The doctor was shocked after the diagnosis: "Eighth Princess, this is a sign of miscarriage; it's too late."
Xu Lingqing grabbed the doctor's sleeve: "I've heard of a sacred medicine called Star Dew that can preserve the heart and has a life-saving effect on gynecological conditions. If we can obtain it to save the child in my womb, it will surely work, won't it?"
The doctor said, "The Star Dew is indeed very effective, but the Eighth Princess's child is already gone. No matter what medicine you use, it will be of no use. If she had taken it two hours ago, it might have had some effect."
"Doctor Li, haven't you understood what I'm saying?" Xu Lingqing stared intently at Doctor Li and stuffed a gold ingot into his hand. "I must take Star Dew within two hours to save the child."
Under Xu Lingqing's half-threat and half-reminder, Doctor Li gritted his teeth and said, "What the Eighth Princess Consort said is absolutely right. I heard that Star Dew is a tribute item, and there is only one bottle. Last year, the Emperor bestowed it upon Princess Jiahua, who then gave it to Princess Guangjia as part of her dowry."
Xu Lingqing smiled knowingly: "That's right, you should go and report to the Prince."
Dr. Li froze, hesitant to move.
"Once this matter is settled, I will grant you wealth and honor, and in the future, the head of the Imperial Hospital will surely be none other than Doctor Li."
The words "Head of the Imperial Medical Academy" made Doctor Li's eyes light up, and he was extremely excited: "Eighth Princess, rest assured, I will definitely serve you with my life."
Watching Dr. Li stumble and fall as he left.
Xu Lingqing took a deep breath and sat on the couch. The servants in the room were all her trusted confidants, so she wasn't worried about the news getting out.
"Apply my makeup," Xu Lingqing ordered.
Su Jing began applying makeup as instructed, adding a touch of rosiness to her originally pale face. Su Jing asked nervously, "Your Highness, it's impossible for Princess Guangjia to give you such a precious medicine as Star Dew."
"I know."
If she doesn't give it to him and the child is lost, Song Yue will also be held responsible.
Furthermore, it would make Zhao Zhiyan think that Song Yue was a ruthless person, and that Zhao Zhiyan would hate Song Yue to the core whenever she mentioned the child she lost.
Over time, that little bit of resentment in your heart will disappear.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
