Emperor Jingcheng hurriedly carried the unconscious Azi towards the imperial bedchamber, but the journey was quite long, so Zheng San and Qinghe also came forward to help. The group returned to the main hall as quickly as possible. Zheng He'er and Cheng San were waiting in the courtyard to report on what had happened that morning. When they saw the unconscious empress being carried back by the emperor, their faces showed worry and anxiety.
"The imperial physician! Where is the imperial physician!" Qinghe and Zheng San shouted, helping the emperor and empress into their bedchamber.
Cheng San and Zheng He'er grabbed the imperial physician from the side hall and ran towards the emperor and empress's bedchamber. They moved with lightning speed. Just as the imperial physician was about to say that he hadn't picked up his medicine chest yet, Zheng He'er waved the medicine chest in front of him and said, "Don't dawdle, Her Majesty the Empress has fainted."
Upon hearing this, the imperial physician hurriedly ran without needing the two men to drag him along.
Emperor Jingcheng was terrified. When he saw the imperial physician rush in, he almost wanted to kill him. Why was he so slow!
"Your Majesty, may I take the Empress's pulse?"
Emperor Jingcheng hurriedly made way for her, his eyes filled with concern as he knelt on the edge of the bed. The imperial physician finished taking her pulse and put his hand down, letting out a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty, the Empress is fine. She is simply exhausted and will wake up after a short rest."
Di Jingcheng recalled her reaction when she fainted, the cold palace, and the misery of his past life. He couldn't believe the imperial physician's words. He grabbed the physician's hand: "She vomited before she fainted, and her breathing was rapid."
The imperial physician gently shook his head. He was used to the emperor's nervous demeanor, ever since the empress became pregnant and he had been interrogated every few days.
"Your Majesty, I swear on my life that Her Majesty is fine. She just needs to rest. However, Her Majesty seems to have some liver qi stagnation. Your Majesty should try not to upset Her Majesty, and if she is angry, she should not hold it in."
Di Jingcheng felt even more guilty when he thought of how angry she had been earlier. His eyes were filled with remorse as he tenderly touched her pale face.
"Could she eat something spicy?"
"Your Majesty, the Empress is now more than eight months pregnant and her condition is much better. She can eat whatever she likes, but she must avoid cold foods and drinks. She should eat in moderation. I will arrange this with the kitchen."
Di Jingcheng hummed in agreement, gently stroking Azi's small hand: "Qinghe, go with the imperial physician to make arrangements according to Her Majesty's preferences."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
When Zheng He and his entourage heard that the imperial physician said there was nothing wrong, they felt much more at ease. They were determined that the Empress and the young prince must not be harmed.
Di Jingcheng glanced at Cheng San, who was standing to one side, and asked, "How is it?"
"Your Majesty, our people have been following Mu Wanyu all along. She has been frequently visiting the Dazhao Temple recently, and is secretly having an affair and colluding with Liu Xinqi of Beixiang. Moreover, the female physician has also confessed that the poison in the Empress's medicine was placed there by someone planted by Liu Xinqi."
"Don't let that female physician die. I want to know who in the palace ordered this tomorrow." Emperor Jingcheng said calmly, but his gaze remained fixed on Azi.
"Yes, Your Majesty. What should be done with Liu Xinqi and Mu Wanyu?"
"Has it been found out who the father of the child in her womb is?"
"The doctor who examined Mu Wanyu said the baby was over nine months old and about to be born. Based on the timing, it should be Yangmingyue."
Upon hearing this, Di Jingcheng chuckled and said, "Li Li and Liu Xinqi are quite magnanimous. After keeping her around for so long, it's time to give her an explanation."
"What does His Majesty mean?"
"Bring him into the palace tonight, but don't let Liu Xinqi find out."
"Yes." Cheng San bowed, stood up, and disappeared into the room. Zheng He'er and Zheng San exchanged a glance; another person was going to die.
The room was quiet, with only Di Jingcheng keeping watch over Azi, gently wiping her body with a handkerchief. When he reached her high, protruding belly, he looked at Azi's sleeping, motionless form, and recalled the scene of Azi's tragic death in the cold palace in his previous life. Just like the scene before him, she lay there motionless, pregnant with her child, utterly silent.
Namu Wanyu should also have a good taste of this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his sharp eyes.
Di Jingcheng carefully changed her into clean and comfortable nightgown, then quickly tidied himself up behind the screen, preparing to return and rest with Azi. But he found her wrinkled in discomfort, her little hands waving in the air, her mouth murmuring repeatedly, "No, no..."
Di Jingcheng took two steps at a time, grasped her flailing little hand, and asked in a panicked voice, "Azi, Azi, my darling, what's wrong with you?"
He lowered his head and touched her forehead to his, holding her close, trying to give her a sense of security: "Baby, what were you dreaming about? Wake up, your husband is here! Azi, Azi..."
Ah Zi was trapped in a nightmare, showing no signs of waking up, while Emperor Jingcheng was already in tears. Zheng San and the others, hearing the commotion, rushed in: "Your Majesty!"
"Go and summon the imperial physician!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Zheng San took off running, while Zheng He Er stood by anxiously.
Azi was plunged into a nightmare, the nightmare from her first day in the palace flooding her mind. This time, she saw more clearly who the woman who had humiliated her was. She was now deep within the "Hanling Palace," where Mu Wanyu's face was as venomous as a snake, while she sat helplessly on the ground, listening to the insults uttered by her. After verbally humiliating her, the woman even picked up a wooden stick and beat herself.
Pregnant with her child, she could only kneel on the ground in humiliation, forced to endure the beatings and insults. In the bitter winter, the wind was biting, and she, thinly dressed, shivered uncontrollably, her face turning bluish-purple. Drops of her bright red blood stained the pure white snow, a stark contrast. She felt she could no longer cry; she had cried countless times since arriving in this desolate palace, but now she could cry no more.
More than the physical pain, the hatred for the woman before him was deeply etched into his heart, and his loathing for Di Jingcheng intensified. Qinghe, whose martial arts had been crippled by Mu Wanyu's men, was now unconscious in the snow, coughing up blood.
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