Lian'er was startled.
Her face paled, and she subconsciously moved closer to Qinghui.
"Miss, is it...is it really a ghost child?"
Jiang Qingwan shook her head.
"I'm not sure. This pregnancy is strange. It doesn't seem like a living person's child. It's very eerie."
Qing Sui immediately said, "Your Highness, should we capture the person and kill the ghost fetus to prevent future troubles?"
Jiang Qingwan raised her hand and did some calculations.
"Wait a little longer, and take a closer look when the yin energy is at its peak in the middle of the month. This thing is not simple. Fortunately, it hasn't taken shape yet, so it can't separate from its mother body and can't harm anyone."
Mo Yunhan's heart sank.
There are still twelve days until the middle of the month, and he doesn't want these things to delay the formation.
But he also knew very well that, given Jiang Qingwan's personality, she wouldn't ignore something so sinister once she learned about it.
Thinking of this, I didn't try to persuade them any further.
...
Midnight.
The panting in the imperial study finally stopped.
The bed inside was in a mess.
The palace maid was covered in bruises and bite marks, her swollen mouth half-open as she breathed her last. Her head lolled to the side, and she was completely lifeless.
Her once rosy face was now pale and cold, even her lips looked as if they had been frozen.
It's as if all the warmth, vitality, and life have been sucked away.
Mo Yunzhao leaned against the headboard with his clothes half-open, feeling comfortable all over and experiencing a kind of pleasure he had never felt before.
The warm, comforting energy in my dantian was soothing my meridians.
Every pore on his body was sighing contentedly.
He recalled the Empress Dowager's face and suddenly understood.
What the Empress Dowager gave him was probably not the secret to immortality!
With this treasure, what does he have to fear from the years, or from anyone?
He laughed silently.
After a long while, he finally called out in a deep voice.
"Come in."
The chief eunuch pushed open the door and entered.
I was startled when I saw the scene on the bed through the screen.
"Your Majesty, this..."
Mo Yunzhao stood up and casually tied his clothes.
"I want to take a bath. Clean this place up."
The chief eunuch dared not say more and quickly bowed and replied, "Yes."
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Mo Yunzhao's departing figure.
I could vaguely see what he looked like before he ascended the throne.
He was full of vigor and had a commanding presence.
"Your Majesty... looks younger?"
He murmured softly.
The room was deathly silent.
There was no wind, yet a strange chill crept in.
The chief eunuch subconsciously rubbed the back of his hands.
In this deep palace, how many people don't die every day?
But today, he felt an extreme sense of fear rising in his heart.
at the same time,
Fang Mingxin, the director of the Imperial Observatory, suddenly woke up from a nightmare.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his temples.
He hurriedly got out of bed, not even having time to wipe his sweat, grabbed the compass and ran outside.
Awakened by the noise, Mrs. Fang rubbed her eyes and asked, "What happened? What are you doing so late at night?"
Fang Mingxin seemed not to have heard.
He stumbled and rushed to the center of the yard, looking up at the sky.
He looked at it while fiddling with the compass.
Although this place cannot compare to an observatory, the sky is still bright with a dim moon and shining stars.
He saw it all clearly.
By the end, he could barely hold the compass in his hand, and his whole body was trembling.
He muttered in terror,
"Heaven is going to destroy my Great Zhou! Heaven is going to destroy my Great Zhou!"
Madam Fang put on an outer robe and chased after them.
Startled by his words, she quickly grabbed him and said urgently,
"Master, what nonsense are you talking about? Be careful that someone hears this and it reaches the Emperor's ears, or you'll be beheaded."
Fang Mingxin was pulled back to her senses slightly, but the fear on her face did not dissipate much.
"Madam, I'm not talking nonsense. Look, look! The Ziwei star position is covered by black mist and can never return to its place. Do you know what this means? Even if the Nine Dragons Formation is repaired, it's useless. The Great Zhou is doomed!"
The Fang family had served in the Imperial Observatory for generations.
Madam Fang knew her husband's abilities and, through constant exposure, had come to understand them to some extent.
His expression changed drastically at that moment.
"You mean, the nation's fortunes are declining?"
Fang Mingxin shook her head.
"I don't know. With my abilities, I can't see through this black mist. But I can see the aura of death emanating from it. That's the Ziwei star position, representing the dragon energy and national fortune of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now it's being invaded by death energy. Isn't this a sign of national demise?"
"Not only will the country perish, but many people will die!"
He paced anxiously in circles.
Mrs. Fang quickly reached out and grabbed him.
"My lord, you are just a celestial observer. As a civil official, there is nothing you can do about whether the country will perish or not. Tomorrow, you should go to the palace and inform the Emperor about this matter, and let the Emperor discuss countermeasures with the ministers. There is no use in you worrying here."
Fang Mingxin looked at her, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
His eyes held an incredibly complex expression.
After holding it in for a while, she angrily said, "You don't understand! You don't understand anything!"
"Go to sleep, don't worry about me, I want to watch for a while longer."
Having no other choice, Madam Fang went inside to fetch a cloak for him and then returned to her room.
Early the next morning,
Jiang Qingwan looked at Mo Yunhan sitting at the dining table with some surprise.
She has always been a heavy sleeper, and she always wakes up naturally, regardless of the time.
But Mo Yunhan is an extremely self-disciplined person.
"Isn't there morning court today?"
Mo Yunhan placed the bird's nest porridge, which was at just the right temperature, in front of her.
"Drink this before you eat."
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