"Don't worry." The reporter stood up and asked Gu Mu, "Could Miss Lian Nan please move?"

The audience seats and the defendant's seat were quite far apart, so it was not convenient for them to surround and interview.

"Ms. Lian Nan, can you please get up and walk to the open space so they can interview you?" Gu Mu asked Zhu Jin in a low voice.

Zhu Jin still didn't understand what they were going to do, but seeing that Gu Mu was frowning but still calm, he nodded after a moment's hesitation, stood up and slowly walked to the open space that Gu Mu mentioned.

Her steps were essentially no different from the way everyone else walked, but the moment she stood up, she attracted everyone's attention.

As light as a startled swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

The reporters and people in the audience just watched her walk towards them smoothly and stop in front of them. Their originally restless hearts suddenly calmed down.

The reporter who made the request suddenly woke up when Zhu Jin's gaze fell on his face. He stood up straight unconsciously, coughed twice, and asked the question politely, without any of his usual aggressiveness.

"Excuse me, Miss Lian Nan, through the pulse diagnosis you mentioned, can we know a person's physical condition without the use of medical equipment?"

As he asked the question, his eyes remained on Zhu Jin. She was just standing there quietly, but the more he looked at her, the more comfortable he felt, just like the way she had walked over to him before.

When Zhu Jin heard this question for the second time, she had almost figured it out in her mind. She nodded slightly to the reporter and replied, "Yes." In this world, there is no pulse diagnosis, and there are no doctors like her.

"Then may I ask, how is a pulse taken? From what you said before, it seemed that you can. Can you take a pulse?" the reporter immediately asked.

"I will." Zhu Jin nodded again and gave a brief answer. They wouldn't understand even if he told them. It would be useless to say more. As he answered, he walked to the audience seat that was vacated after the reporter stood up. He looked at the reporter who turned back and stood in front of him and said, "If you want, I can take your pulse."

"I do." The reporter replied after a moment's pause.

"Please sit down." Zhu Jin gestured for him to sit down. After the reporter sat down as he was told, Zhu Jin sat down.

After sitting down, the reporter raised his head out of habit, and was caught off guard by a pair of clear and calm eyes. After a moment's silence, the reporter lowered his head in panic, his heart pounding.

Zhu Jin's voice came to his ears, "Sorry for the offense." Before he could react, Zhu Jin, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly leaned over and pulled up one of his hands and placed it on the handle of the auditorium. There was a slightly cool finger from Zhu Jin on his wrist.

The reporter stared blankly at the white, delicate and round fingers resting on his wrist, unable to take his eyes away.

"This is pulse diagnosis." Zhu Jin explained, looking at the reporter who was looking down, "Please raise your head."

A trace of panic flashed across the reporter's eyes and he looked up hastily, what he saw was Zhu Jin's calm face. That fair and tender face, which seemed to be as delicate as a baby's, was glowing with a translucent radiance... The reporter's eyes dimmed and he looked away slightly.

Everyone knew how beautiful Lian Nan was, but he had never imagined that seeing her up close like this would be so thrilling.

Zhu Jin looked at him carefully and let go of his pulse. "You are in good health, but you are a little irritated. Just take a rest and drink plenty of cold water in the next two days."

"Yes." The reporter stood up, lowered his head slightly and didn't look at her. "So the pulse you mentioned is just touching the wrist?"

"I guess so." Zhu Jin was both amused and confused when he heard such a question. He answered casually with a smile and was about to stand up and return to his original position.

"Could Miss Lian Nan please take my pulse as well?" At this time, a female reporter in gray clothes who looked similar to Gu Muzhe stood up.

"Okay." Zhu Jin nodded, not caring about her flickering eyes.

After Zhu Jin agreed, the female reporter sat down and put her hand on the handle. Zhu Jin gently raised her hand and began to feel the pulse. After a few seconds, her eyebrows moved in an unnoticeable hurry. She looked up and carefully looked at the female reporter who was staring at her closely, and said thoughtfully, "Please change your other hand."

The female reporter looked at the time, changed hands with a little impatience, frowned slightly, and seemed to be enduring something.

This time it took longer, nearly a minute before Zhu Jin let go of her hand. "How is it? Am I feeling well? Am I getting a sore throat?" the female reporter asked impatiently, with an indescribable tone in her voice.

"You have been pregnant for more than a month. The fetus is unstable and you have already had spotting, which are signs of miscarriage. If you want to save the fetus, you must take pregnancy-preserving medicine immediately and stay in bed to recuperate." Zhu Jin didn't seem to notice. He just looked into her eyes seriously and spoke slowly.

"What?" The female reporter's expression of enjoying the show finally broke. She tilted her head and looked at Zhu Jin as if he was a monster and asked back.

"You have been pregnant for more than a month, and the fetus is unstable." Zhu Jin repeated good-temperedly.

"Just because she's a woman, you say she's pregnant?" The female reporter was finally sure that she had heard correctly. She sneered and stood up, looking down at Zhu Jin, "I just got my period!" Her menstrual period was irregular, sometimes coming ten days early or late.

"Menstruation?" Zhu Jin repeated it and guessed that she was talking about Tiankui. When she was about to say something, the female reporter spoke first and interrupted her, "Yes, it's menstruation."

"Is it accompanied by abdominal pain? The color is bright red?" Zhu Jin confirmed by looking at the sweat on the tip of her nose and her unusually irritable expression.

"Yes, I have menstrual cramps." The female reporter answered impatiently and turned to walk down the auditorium.

"That's not menstrual blood, it's spotting." Zhu Jin stood up and looked at the female reporter's back. "Your condition is very bad. If you want to keep the baby, you'd better see a doctor as soon as possible."

After saying that, she walked down from the audience seats. She heard Gu Mu's voice reminding her that the time was up. She nodded slightly, looked at the so-called reporters who were looking at her with strange eyes, bowed her head to say goodbye, and slowly walked back to her original seat and sat down.

His face was calm, no different from before he left, as if he didn't notice the suspicious looks coming from across and from above.

Suspicion and suspicion brought a brief silence to the courtroom.

In sharp contrast to the silence in the courtroom, outside the courtroom, reports about the former Princess Nan's mental abnormalities were overwhelming. Because detailed reports were not allowed, almost all the messages sent back by the reporters present were vague, but the news of Lian Nan's abnormality was revealed between the lines.

In just half an hour, the media's attitude towards Lian Nan changed from questioning to a tone of condescending pity.

The female reporter in gray used the most intense words. After feeling another cramp in her stomach, she impatiently cursed the words in the news under her breath, "What nonsense!" She did not like the royal system, so she would not let go of the opportunity to report on it.

"You..." The voice was not loud, but many people heard it in the silent courtroom. Gu Mu was so angry that his face turned red and he stood up suddenly. When he was about to say something, the court time had come.

** stated the request mentioned by Zhu Jin and the reasons why the court agreed to it, but no one listened carefully. Everyone was waiting for the pregnancy test results. Their eyes fell on the woman sitting quietly in the dock, with doubt and regret on their faces.

No one could have imagined that Helian Nan would become like this after only one day as Lian Nan.

Zhu Jin remained unmoved and looked straight ahead, thinking.

Amidst the strange fluctuations of emotions, Li Yu's pregnancy test results had been presented to the chief judge. The reporter keenly discovered that the chief judge's expression was a little strange after opening the document.