Xue Shen's eyes darkened for a moment, and after a long silence, he said, "My stance is against his, and this is ultimately unavoidable."
Shen Youying sighed and asked softly, "Then I'll have the servants pack my things."
Xue Shen hummed in agreement and then pulled her up.
Shen Youying got up with his hand, but suddenly felt nauseous and vomited. She hurriedly let go of his hand and ran to the tree. It took her a long time to calm down the nausea.
Xue Shen wheeled himself to her side, his eyes flickered slightly, and he took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the corner of her mouth: "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Shen Youying shook her head. She said, "I just suddenly feel a little nauseous. I probably ate too much at noon and got an upset stomach."
Xue Shen's expression was meaningful as he slid his hand to her abdomen and gently stroked it: "I remember your period hasn't come yet this month."
Shen Youying was slightly taken aback, her ears turning slightly red. She understood what he meant and said in a low voice, "My periods are not very regular."
"It's better to be cautious. I'll have Wang Deshun invite Master Huodong here."
Xue Shen gestured to the accompanying guards to dismiss all the servants of Tingmei Pavilion, then stood up and carefully picked her up in his arms.
Shen Youying still found it unbelievable. She placed her palm on her lower abdomen and touched it, but didn't feel any difference from before. She said in a daze, "Could it be a mistake?"
She used to experience nausea and vomiting when she ate a variety of foods.
Xue Shen touched her forehead with his lips and said, "If you really are pregnant, judging by the dates, it should have been around the New Year when you conceived at Longquan Manor." He smiled and said, "After all my hard work, isn't it perfectly reasonable that it has finally blossomed and borne fruit?"
Shen Youying blushed at his words, bit her lip, and vaguely thought that the two of them had indeed been very unrestrained at Longquan Manor.
And with that medicinal spring, it's indeed normal to get pregnant...
Xue Shen placed the person on the couch, glanced at the water clock on the display shelf, and said, "The guards have already rushed off to fetch the Fire Cave Master, and it will probably take another half an hour for him to arrive."
Forced to lie on the bed, Shen Youying asked in confusion, "Why did you invite Master Huodong at this time?"
"Didn't I tell you?" Xue Shen tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "The Fire Cave Immortal is just a front. His real name is Chu Ziheng. He's the miracle doctor who cured my legs. Otherwise, how could he have kept this a secret all these years?"
“He is a skilled doctor and a trusted confidant of mine. Having him take my pulse will allow me to see how to care for the pregnancy, and I won’t have to worry about the news leaking out anytime soon.”
Shen Youying opened her eyes wide in astonishment: "What about those pills from before?"
Seeing her wide-eyed expression, Xue Shen chuckled and pinched the tip of her nose: "They're just some tonic pills, there's no such thing as a magic pill in this world."
Shen Youying blushed and glared at him, remembering how she had painstakingly advised him not to take too many pills. "I was so worried about you before... You must have thought it was ridiculous back then, right?"
"How could that be?" Xue Shen's smile faded, and he said seriously, "At that time, I just felt that Zhao Zhao was pitiful and cute."
He lowered his head and tenderly placed a kiss on Shen Youying's palm, saying, "Back then, in order to marry you legitimately, I had to fabricate a reason to bring good luck. But now I feel that Zhaozhao is indeed my benefactor. I have had many misfortunes in my life, losing both my parents and living alone, like duckweed drifting aimlessly, but since I met Zhaozhao, I feel like I have roots."
At that time, aside from plotting revenge, he often felt that there was nothing in this world worth cherishing. Power and influence were fleeting, and if it weren't for the teachings he received from childhood that prevented him from relinquishing this responsibility, he might have even considered turning the world upside down. After his revenge, whoever wanted to be emperor could be emperor.
But in the end, he remembered the teachings of his parents and teachers and did not choose to take revenge by destroying everything in his path.
But whenever the night deepened, he thought about the days after his revenge, but he couldn't imagine what it would be like. Instead, he felt tired and bored.
It wasn't until Shen Youying appeared that he truly began to look forward to the days after his revenge.
Like a drifting seed falling into fertile soil, hoping for the next spring to take root, sprout, and grow into a towering tree, sheltering loved ones from wind and rain.
Shen Youying was overwhelmed by the intense emotions in his eyes. She couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek, saying softly, "If we really have a child, we have to protect it and raise it together."
Xue Shen held her hand tightly, kissing her palm repeatedly, and solemnly promised, "I will."
*
Half an hour later, Master Huodong was practically carried into Tingmei Pavilion by the guards.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, his long beard flowing. After being put down, he straightened his clothes, put his hands behind his back, and strode in with a confident stride: "What's the matter that you called me here in such a hurry?"
Xue Shen stepped forward and cupped his hands in greeting: "My wife is not feeling well, so I'm sorry to trouble you to come and take a look."
Master Huodong frowned in dissatisfaction: "Why do you need me to come when it's just a minor ailment? A regular doctor could handle it."
That's what he said, but he was already sitting down by the couch. Unlike the imperial physicians who strictly adhered to the rules, he didn't drape a handkerchief over his wrist while taking her pulse through the curtain. He first lowered his eyes to examine Shen Youying's face, then asked, "Is Your Highness feeling unwell anywhere?"
Shen Youying shook her head and said softly, "I just feel a little nauseous."
Upon hearing this, Master Huodong became even more puzzled, thinking that it was one thing for him to pretend to be a mysterious Taoist priest all day long, but why did he have to be made to look at him now that he had a bad temper?
But he was indebted to Xue Shen, and all the precious and expensive medicinal herbs in his Chuyun Temple depended on Xue Shen, who still diligently took Shen Youying's pulse by placing his fingers on her wrist.
At first, he didn't pay much attention. He took the pulse with one hand and stroked his carefully grown beard with the other, habitually adopting the mystical posture of a Taoist priest, shaking his head and saying, "The pulse is smooth and flowing, and feels round and even under the fingers—"
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