Chapter 115: The Servant and the Child in Her Belly Will Die Together
In the candlelit bedroom, Zhao Yun saw Ye Wanhe lying unconscious and running a high fever, and a feeling of fear welled up in his heart.
He had been the crown prince since birth, and had never felt the fear that was so deep in his heart.
Li Quan soon came here with the imperial physician, "Your Highness, Imperial Physician Shen is here."
When Zhao Yun saw the imperial physician Shen coming, he hurriedly said, "Come and take a look at her. She has been unconscious for the moment and won't wake up no matter how we call her. She is also burning with fever."
Imperial Physician Shen didn't care why there was a woman lying on the Crown Prince's bed.
Following his doctor's instinct, he hurried to Ye Wanhe's side. When he was about to check her pulse, he saw cotton bandage wrapped around her wrist.
"This is……"
Zhao Yun said, "She was accidentally stabbed yesterday."
Imperial Physician Shen said, "Your Highness, please untie the cloth from her wound."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun untied the cloth covering the wound. The scar from yesterday was very red and swollen, and looked very hideous. Zhao Yun couldn't help but feel even more regretful.
Imperial Physician Shen asked for a handkerchief and checked Ye Wanhe's other uninjured wrist. As soon as Imperial Physician Shen put his hand on it, he glanced at Zhao Yun.
Zhao Yun hurriedly asked, "Why are you looking at me? Come and see why she is still unconscious."
Imperial Physician Shen whispered, "Aunt Ye is unconscious and has a high fever. It must be because the wound is infected. Although the wound looks shallow, it is a fatal disease if infected. In the battle of Nancheng, many soldiers were injured and had infected wounds and high fevers. It was Princess Sheng Zhao who used Zhiyan Powder to save the soldiers..."
Zhao Yun said: "Then quickly get the anti-inflammatory powder."
Imperial Physician Shen whispered, "Others can use this Anti-Inflammation Powder... Aunt Ye can't use it."
Zhao Yun frowned and asked, "Why can't Wanhe use it?"
Imperial Physician Shen glanced at Zhao Yun and said, "Aunt Ye is pregnant. Zhiyan Powder will affect the baby in her belly. After taking Zhiyan Powder, the baby in her belly will definitely not be saved."
"What did you say?" Zhao Yun stood up from the bed, "She is pregnant?"
Zhao Yun was shocked to hear what Imperial Physician Shen said.
But if you think about it carefully, there is an explanation for Ye Wanhe's constant vomiting during this period.
Imperial Physician Shen knelt down and said, "Your Highness, Aunt Ye's pulse shows that she is more than two months pregnant..."
Zhao Yun frowned: "Two months..."
Imperial Physician Shen whispered, "Looking at Aunt Ye's pulse, she must have had a miscarriage not long ago. The fetus is not very stable. This time she was seriously injured and infected. Taking the anti-inflammatory powder will definitely affect the baby in her belly. If she doesn't take it, Aunt Ye is afraid that there is a 50% chance that she will not survive, but there is also a 50% chance that she can survive, and the mother and child are safe..."
Imperial Physician Shen didn't dare to look directly into Zhao Yun's eyes. Aunt Ye was lying on the Crown Prince's bed, so he didn't even have to guess to know whose blood the child in Aunt Ye's arms belonged to.
Your Majesty has only one child, the Crown Prince.
The child in Aunt Ye's arms is His Majesty's first grandson.
The life of the emperor's grandson is of utmost importance. If he takes the anti-inflammatory powder and something happens to the emperor's grandson, he will lose his head.
Zhao Yun said without any hesitation: "Go get the Anti-Inflammation Powder."
Imperial Physician Shen hurriedly responded, "Yes, Your Highness, wait a moment, I will go back to the Imperial Hospital to get the medicine."
It was late at night and the palace was silent.
Zhao Yun sat next to Ye Wanhe, stroking her flat belly. It turned out that the nightmare she had before about not hurting her child was not about the child six years ago...
Ye Wanhe felt the force coming from her lower abdomen. She opened her eyes and saw Zhao Yun in front of her. She felt Zhao Yun's hand on her lower abdomen and said nervously, "Your Highness..."
Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Wanhe wake up.
Zhao Yun took Ye Wanhe into his arms and said, "You are finally awake."
Ye Wanhe smelled the alcohol on Zhao Yun and felt nauseous. She felt powerless and could only let Zhao Yun hold her in his arms.
It was a while before Ye Wanhe heard footsteps coming from outside.
Ye Wanhe opened her eyes and saw Imperial Physician Shen coming with a bowl of medicine in his hand, "Your Highness, this bowl of medicine is the Anti-Inflammation Powder..."
Zhao Yun took the anti-inflammatory powder from Imperial Physician Shen, handed the medicine to Ye Wanhe's lips, and said softly to Ye Wanhe: "Be good, drink this medicine, and your illness will be cured."
Ye Wanhe looked at the medicine in front of her and felt resistance from the bottom of her heart.
Imperial Physician Shen was surprised that His Royal Highness would feed medicine to a palace maid so gently, so he reminded her, "Your Highness, Aunt Ye is very weak. If she drinks the medicine, the fetus in her belly will be in danger, and she will never be able to get pregnant in the future."
Ye Wanhe only felt a chill on her back, and with a high fever she felt as if she was in the coldest winter.
Ye Wanhe looked into Zhao Yun's eyes. She hurriedly got off the bed, knelt on the ground and said, "Your servant, your servant..."
"I shouldn't have concealed my pregnancy from His Highness..."
Zhao Yun held the anti-inflammatory powder in his hand and said, "We can talk about other things later. Drink this medicine first. You have a very high fever."
Ye Wanhe smelled the scent of medicine and shook her head with tears in her eyes, "No, Your Highness, I can't give up this child anymore."
Ye Wanhe endured the pain in her throat, tears welling up in her eyes as she said, "Your Highness, please have mercy on me. Please don't kill my child again. Please spare my child's life..."
Zhao Yun said to Ye Wanhe: "Wanhe, you have to take medicine to survive."
Ye Wanhe knelt down and kowtowed, "Your Highness, if I don't have a child again... I won't be able to live..."
Zhao Yun put the medicine bowl aside, helped Ye Wanhe, who was kneeling and trembling on the ground, up, and took her into his arms. He signaled to Shen Yuyi to leave with his eyes, "Don't tell anyone about what happened today."
Imperial Physician Shen quickly responded and left the East Palace bedroom in a hurry.
In the front hall of the East Palace, Zhao Yun wiped away the tears from the corners of Ye Wanhe's eyes with his thumb, "Only by taking the medicine can the disease be cured."
Ye Wanhe shook her head and said, "No, I don't want to drink!"
Zhao Yun took the medicine bowl from the side and handed it to Ye Wanhe's lips, "I order you to drink the medicine."
Ye Wanhe kept shaking her head, looking at Zhao Yun with tearful eyes, wanting to beg for a little mercy from him, "Your Highness... the child in my belly is only my child, he will not compete with your legitimate prince in the future, please let him come into the world.
I will hand this child over to my parents outside the palace to raise him, and will not let anyone tell him about his life experience. Please, you are a kind and benevolent person, please give this child a chance to live..."
Zhao Yun said: "Drink the medicine first, your illness is important, be obedient..."
Ye Wanhe looked at the medicine handed to her by Zhao Yun. After she slowly took it, she smashed the medicine bowl heavily to the ground!
The splashing medicine juice stained the corner of Zhao Yun's clothes.
The porcelain pieces of the medicine bowl also cut the back of Zhao Yun's hand, and blood oozed out. Zhao Yun couldn't help but frown, "Ye Wanhe, how dare you smash the medicine bowl in front of me?"
Seeing this, Ye Wanhe's fear disappeared, she knelt down again and said coldly: "Your Highness, I cannot abandon my child again. I am willing to die with the child in my belly. I beg Your Highness to grant me death."
Zhao Yun whispered, "I don't want you to die."
Ye Wanhe said, "I beg Your Highness to allow me to keep this child for another month. After I see my parents, brothers and sisters for the last time, I will die with the child in my belly. I will not threaten your future child with the Crown Princess..."
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