The imperial physician said, "Princess Chen has only been pregnant for over a month, the fetus is not stable yet, she is thin, and she must have been frightened before, which is why she fainted."
"Keep the pregnancy safe! Prescribe the best medicine to keep the pregnancy safe immediately!" The emperor immediately waved his hand and looked at the woman's abdomen with eyes shining with a strong light of five thousand watts, as if he wished he could shoot it into her belly.
"From now on, the imperial physician will go to Prince Chen's mansion every three days to take his pulse and give him 100 doses of tonic medicine. He must take good care of the baby in Princess Chen's belly and ensure that he is born safely!"
From his words and actions, it is not difficult to see his love and desire for the royal heir.
He is nearly fifty years old and has only two granddaughters but not a single grandson. Other old men of similar age already have children and grandchildren around them.
These seven useless sons!
Seven sons can’t even give birth to a son!
Useless!
The thing in Princess Chen’s belly must be a baby!
"Yes!" The imperial physician took the order and immediately returned to the Imperial Hospital to prepare pregnancy-preserving medicine.
When Prince Jue saw this, he hurried forward and said, "Father, about my elder brother's matter..."
"Father, Ye'er is pregnant and the fetus is unstable. Now she is being framed. I suspect someone is targeting Prince Chen's Mansion. I wonder who will benefit the most after I fall?" Zong Zhengchen interrupted Prince Jue.
Frame-ups and fights all have only one goal: to fight for the throne.
If Prince Chen falls, according to the previous inheritance system, putting aside the death of the eldest prince, Prince Feng, as the second eldest son, will be the most advantageous.
Prince Ding and Prince An looked at Prince Feng at the same time...
King Feng's eyes widened.
Why are you all looking at him?
Could it be that he murdered the person?
fart!
"Father, I have been staying in Prince Feng's mansion the whole time. I have not left, let alone been to the clan residence." He said hurriedly, turning his head and glaring at Prince Jue.
"Third brother, you are such a fool! You always insist that Seventh Brother is doing something wrong! It's so obvious that Seventh Brother was framed. How can you, who is well versed in military tactics, not see it?"
He must protect King Chen. If he doesn't, and something happens to King Chen, he will become the culprit and will suffer the consequences.
The King who suddenly took the blame: "..."
have to.
Now it's his fault.
The emperor had been frowning for most of the day, and at this moment he made a decision:
"Let the Dali Temple official come in and take orders."
De Fu responded and went out to report.
The Dali Temple Minister came in and knelt down.
The emperor glanced at Qin Ye lying on the bed and spoke slowly: "Princess Chen is just a weak woman who is pregnant. It is impossible for her to evade the heavy guards and sneak into the clan residence to harm people. You must investigate this matter thoroughly, but you must not disturb Princess Chen's pregnancy."
The death of a son is important, but compared to the emperor's grandson, the grandson is more important.
What's more, this son is hypocritical, evil, cruel, and ruthless, and he also forced the emperor to abdicate, which has already chilled his heart.
Give up the eldest prince!
Protect the grandson!
"The matter of the eldest prince...will be put on hold for now. Also, keep the good news secret and don't let it leak out. When you find the real culprit, come and report to me."
"Yes!" The Dali Temple Minister took the order and withdrew immediately.
Prince Feng pursed his lips, his mind mixed. Prince Chen had been married for so long, how come she was pregnant at this time?
King Jue stood beside them with a smile on his face, but his smile was cold and indifferent.
Getting pregnant is one thing, being able to give birth is another...
Zong Zhengchen sat in front of the couch, holding the woman's slightly cold little hand tightly, staring deeply into her slightly furrowed brows, an extremely complicated emotion surging in his heart.
Gentle, but not the kind of gentleness you give to a lover.
It's love.
The love, anticipation, and inexplicable nervousness of becoming a father.
He lowered his gentle eyes, looked at her flat belly, and whispered softly: "Ye, we are having a child..."