Chapter 327 Auspicious Sign
Chaos reigned within the Weiyang Palace.
Jiang Huan was carefully placed on a soft bed, her face pale and her eyes closed.
Huo Lin held her hand tightly, kneeling before the bed, staring at her intently, radiating a terrifyingly low pressure, like a trapped, restless beast.
She had suddenly fainted, which terrified him. Without thinking, he picked her up and rushed here, yelling for the imperial physician.
The palace maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to breathe.
[It's all because of that Imperial Noble Consort's court dress; it's as heavy as armor, and that headdress—I should have used fewer beads and jewels.]
[It's all my fault! Why didn't I think to let her pick them earlier and rest?]
If anything happens to her... I...
Huo Lin's mind was in turmoil, and all sorts of terrible speculations surged up, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He could only hold Jiang Huan's hand even tighter.
The imperial physician was practically scrambling in as he was "invited" by the guards, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He knelt tremblingly before the bed, and under Huo Lin's almost murderous gaze, carefully took out a silk handkerchief and covered Jiang Huan's wrist. Then, holding his breath, he began to take her pulse.
Time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly.
The hall was eerily quiet; only the suppressed breathing of the crowd and the faint chirping of cicadas could be heard from outside the window.
Huo Lin clenched his fists involuntarily, his knuckles turning white, his eyes fixed on the imperial physician's expression, trying to glean any information from it.
The imperial physician initially had a solemn expression, his brows furrowed, and his fingers placed on the pulse, carefully feeling it.
However, as time went on, the solemnity on his face was gradually replaced by surprise and uncertainty. Then, he switched hands and examined the area carefully again, his brows furrowing more and more, his lips moving slightly as if he were muttering to himself.
Looking at the extremely solemn expression on the imperial physician's face, Huo Lin's heart sank to the bottom, and the hand he held in his hand, Jiang Huan's, was ice cold.
Is it serious?
No, that's impossible. She's been eating and sleeping with me these past few days, and I'm fine, so she won't be either.
Just as Huo Lin was about to be consumed by his fear, the imperial physician finally withdrew his hand.
He turned around, faced Huo Lin, and kowtowed heavily.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
Huo Lin was taken aback, his terrifying aura faltering, and his brows furrowed even more: "What's the joy? What happened to her? Explain yourself!"
"Your Majesty is pregnant, and this is a sign of good fortune. The pregnancy is stable now, but the fatigue from the past few days and the arduous ceremony have caused a slight deficiency of qi and blood, which is why she fainted due to exhaustion. There is nothing to worry about; she just needs to rest."
The entire bedchamber fell into a deathly silence. Huo Lin was frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.
He seemed not to understand, his eyes fixed on the imperial physician, his lips slightly parted, but no sound came out.
[Positive pulse? Pregnancy?]
[Is Jiang Huan pregnant with my... child?]
These words slowly pieced together in his chaotic mind, revealing an astonishing truth.
Several breaths passed before the shock, like a tsunami, overwhelmed all his reason.
He gasped, as if finally catching his breath, and swayed slightly.
"You know the consequences of a misdiagnosis." His voice was terribly dry. "Is it really... a pregnancy pulse?"
"I swear on my life that it is indeed a pregnancy pulse."
Huo Lin turned his head and his gaze fell on Jiang Huan's still flat stomach, as if he were looking at some incredible miracle.
[It's true, there's my child here with her.]
[Am I going to be...the Emperor?]
A wave of ecstasy washed over him belatedly, almost overwhelming him.
He held his breath, stiffly touched the back of Jiang Huan's hand with his fingertips, and then pulled back abruptly as if he had been burned.
He didn't even dare to speak loudly, lowering his voice and asking the imperial physician incoherently.
"How is she now? Did the child misbehave and make her dizzy? Her face is so pale, is it serious? What medicine should she take? What supplements should she take? What precautions should she take?"
He bombarded him with a barrage of questions, completely losing his usual composure and acting like a flustered young man.
The imperial physicians hurriedly replied, giving instructions and reminders, mainly about needing to rest, avoiding overexertion, avoiding emotional excitement, and eating a light and nourishing diet.
Huo Lin listened intently, occasionally interrupting to ask for details, his tension comparable to facing a massive army.
Just then, Jiang Huan's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
She was still a little dazed. She blinked and adjusted her eyes to the light before she could see the scene before her clearly.
Huo Lin pounced on the bed almost the instant Jiang Huan opened her eyes, wanting to touch her but not daring to, his voice extremely soft.
"You're awake. How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you? Don't move, whatever you do, just lie still..."
Jiang Huan was baffled by his overly anxious attitude; she was just feeling a little tired.
"I'm fine," she said, trying to sit up. "I was just a little tired, but I feel much better now."
"Don't move!" Huo Lin was on high alert and quickly pressed down on her shoulders, his touch as light as if he were brushing a feather. "Be good, lie down and rest. Don't get up."
Jiang Huan: ? ? ?
She looked at Huo Lin with a puzzled expression, then at the strange-looking imperial physician on the ground, completely baffled.
She just fainted from exhaustion, why are you making it sound like she has a terminal illness?
Jiang Huan subconsciously listened to Huo Lin's inner thoughts, trying to figure out what was going on with this strange atmosphere.
However, all she heard was a chaotic blank, interspersed with a few broken words.
[…The child…cannot move…be careful…the supplements…our…]
What should I do? Will I hurt her...?
[What did the imperial physician just say? I was too nervous and forgot... I have to ask again...]
Jiang Huan was completely confused; what was all this about?
She couldn't help but look up at the emperor, who was usually so decisive and ruthless, but now seemed lost in thought, staring blankly at her belly.
She blinked and asked tentatively, "Huo Lin, why do you look like you've been struck by lightning?"
Upon hearing this, Huo Lin focused his gaze on her face, and a look of almost foolish bewilderment appeared on his handsome face.
He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to organize his thoughts.
Seeing his completely different, silly, and somewhat adorable appearance, Jiang Huan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
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