Eighth Prince's Mansion
The bright red wedding dress had been stained dark red, and Xu Lingqing's face was deathly pale. She bit her lip tightly to keep herself from fainting.
Su Jing couldn't stand it anymore: "Your Highness, let's lie down and let Doctor Li prescribe some hemostatic medicine for you."
She worried that if the bleeding continued, she would bleed to death, which would endanger not only the child but also the adults.
Xu Lingqing shook her head: "No, no, I want him to see with his own eyes that the child was lost because Song Yue refused to give him the medicine."
Only in this way can Zhao Zhiyan hate Song Yue even more.
As for the baby, just rest and recuperate. You'll naturally conceive again when you're feeling better.
Su Jing tried to persuade her a few more times, but Xu Lingqing was already very impatient and had no choice but to shut up.
"Greetings to Your Highness." A voice came from outside the door.
Xu Lingqing was somewhat surprised; how could the person have returned in just half an hour?
On second thought, given Song Yue's temper, it's possible she humiliated Zhao Zhiyan quite a bit, and might even have physically assaulted him.
Zhao Zhiyan hurriedly entered the room.
“Brother Zhiyan!” Xu Lingqing buried her face in Zhao Zhiyan’s arms and sniffed. “It’s my fault. I let the prince suffer humiliation. You are the dignified Eighth Prince and the future ruler of Northern Chu. Even if Song Yue is angry, she shouldn’t have vented her anger on you. It’s too disrespectful to you.”
Zhao Zhiyan frowned.
"Your Highness, it's all my fault. I'm willing to go and apologize to Song Yue." Xu Lingqing struggled to get up.
“Lingqing.” Zhao Zhiyan grabbed Xu Lingqing’s wrist, forcing her to turn around, and raised Xing Ninglu with his other hand: “Little girl, you’re all talk and no action, you didn’t make things difficult for me.”
Xu Lingqing was taken aback.
Song Yue just gave it to her like that?
How could that be?
She looked at Zhao Zhiyan with teary eyes: "Your Highness, Sister Yue is irritable and resents our marriage. She must be angry. Why should Your Highness speak up for her?"
Zhao Zhiyan sensed something was off about what he was hearing.
He brought back the Star Dew, isn't Xu Lingqing happy?
"Could it be that Your Highness made some promise?" Xu Lingqing bit her lip tightly: "If Your Highness is threatened by Sister Yue because of me, I would rather not have this medicine!"
Zhao Zhiyan sighed, "The little girl didn't say anything, nor did she make things difficult for me."
Seeing Zhao Zhiyan's serious expression, Xu Lingqing was half-believing and half-doubting. Zhao Zhiyan helped her sit on the couch and turned to hand the medicine to Doctor Li: "Quickly give it to the princess."
Dr. Li was somewhat at a loss.
The child had long since turned into a pool of blood, and even divine elixirs would be useless. He nervously took the Star Dew and looked up at Xu Lingqing.
Xu Lingqing looked terrified, her hands supporting her belly as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She then gave Su Jing a meaningful look, and Su Jing understood, saying, "This sacred medicine is worth a thousand gold pieces per drop. Could it be that Princess Consort Guangjia put something she shouldn't have in it?"
Zhao Zhiyan frowned.
Xu Lingqing huddled in Zhao Zhiyan's arms, trembling: "No, no, Yue-meimei isn't that kind of person. You're just overthinking it."
“Your Highness, you can know a person’s face but not their heart. Princess Guangjia is known for being meticulous and ruthless. I think it’s best to be careful,” Su Jing said.
Xu Lingqing nodded in agreement: "Your Highness, I think what Su Jing said makes sense. I'm really scared of this child."
Zhao Zhiyan raised his chin: "Come in!"
At this moment, two imperial physicians entered through the door, one of whom was the deputy head of the Imperial Medical Academy, carrying a medicine box. He greeted them as he entered.
Looking at the two of them, Xu Lingqing had a bad feeling. She cautiously tugged at Zhao Zhiyan's sleeve: "Your Highness, what does this mean?"
"Don't worry, I just had two imperial physicians discuss the usage of Star Dew." Zhao Zhiyan gave him a look.
One of the imperial physicians took the Star Dew from Doctor Li's hand, opened it, and sniffed it: "Your Highness, this is indeed the sacred medicine Star Dew, and it has not been mixed with anything else."
The Vice-President said, "Allow this old minister to examine the Eighth Princess's pulse so that we can determine the dosage."
As he spoke, he walked towards Xu Lingqing.
Alarm bells rang in Xu Lingqing's mind, and she retreated repeatedly.
Zhao Zhiyan stared at Xu Lingqing with a puzzled look: "Lingqing?"
"This..." Xu Lingqing bit her lower lip. She had miscalculated. She hadn't expected Song Yue to give Xing Ninglu so readily, and she hadn't expected Zhao Zhiyan to bring two imperial physicians with him.
Once you take someone's pulse, their physical condition will definitely be revealed.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xu Lingqing had no choice. Her face turned deathly pale, and she suddenly clutched her abdomen, curled up on the couch, and wailed, "Ouch, it hurts! Your Highness, it hurts so much."
Zhao Zhiyan sat anxiously on the couch, holding Xu Lingqing's hand, and said to the deputy head of the hospital, "Take her pulse!"
"yes!"
The deputy chief physician took the pulse for the first time and said in an instant, "Your Highness, the princess has miscarried."
"How could this be?" Zhao Zhiyan raised his voice: "I've only been to and from the Guangjia Prince's residence for half an hour, how could I have miscarried?"
As he spoke, Dr. Li's body trembled involuntarily.
The vice president was about to say something more when Xu Lingqing interrupted him with her sobs: "My child, my child!"
The crying attracted Zhao Zhiyan.
He bent down and held Xu Lingqing's hand tightly, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his other hand: "Lingqing, the child is gone, but we will have another one in the future."
"Your Highness... the child is gone, my hope is gone." Xu Lingqing cried until she was almost fainting.
Zhao Zhiyan patiently coaxed him.
Even when the person was exhausted from crying and almost asleep, they still refused to loosen their grip on Zhao Zhiyan's sleeve.
Su Jing mustered her courage and asked the two imperial physicians to leave: "The princess is asleep. Please wait a moment, imperial physicians."
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