Yin Xuanmo was silent for a while.
He spoke without any emotion, "At any cost."
Then the old lady understood.
Su Yi in the room knew nothing about the truth about her body.
Although she felt physically uncomfortable at this time, at least she was awake and conscious.
After a few days, Su Yi was rarely awake.
I was sleeping almost all day.
But even in his sleep, his expression was painful. It was obvious that his body was not feeling well even in his sleep.
Since the third month of her pregnancy, Suyi no longer lived in her original place, and was no longer served and cared for by Aduo and others.
The one who took care of her was not an imperial physician.
It was the old lady who made people feel inexplicably weird and her two female disciples.
More than two months passed and Su Yi almost never woke up.
The whole person does not look like a human being at all, just like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin.
He looked emaciated and horrible.
When she was almost seven months old, Su Yi hadn't woken up for two whole months.
This is a secret place that no one knows except the royal rulers of southern Xinjiang.
At this moment, it was freezing cold inside this secret underground palace.
The old lady who looked a bit weird but was generally an ordinary person in the Southern Xinjiang Palace now looked completely different.
His hands and neck, which were exposed outside his clothes, were as wrinkled as the bark of an old tree, and looked extremely old. But his face was exceptionally smooth, white, and youthful. He looked extremely young!
Just looking at that face, she is definitely a vivid and enchanting beauty!
Her two disciples were also different from those in the Southern Xinjiang Palace.
When they were in the Southern Xinjiang Palace, the two disciples looked like ordinary little girls.
Now they all look to be in their twenties and are much more mature.
But the two of them had different styles and both had above-average looks, and their demeanor was far different from the youthful and unattractive look they had in the palace.
"Master, the girl in plain clothes is no longer able to survive." One of them came to report.
She and her junior sister were the old lady's true closed-door disciples. Aina, the Saint of Southern Xinjiang who had died at the hands of Baili Feiyue, was actually just an inferior outer disciple of the old lady.
Ayi Na was just a way to deal with the secular rules and regulations.
When it comes to the art of poison, Aina is no match for them.
Those who master the most sophisticated poison techniques in Southern Xinjiang have always served the Southern Xinjiang royal family, generation after generation.
The real master of this generation's poison technique, this old lady, frowned slightly at this moment.
"I calculated that it would be in the next two days."
At this time, another disciple came over and said, "Master, His Royal Highness the Regent has arrived."
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Su Yi didn’t know how long she had slept. Her mind was hazy and she could no longer feel the pain in her body.
Not to mention opening my eyes, even taking every breath took all my strength.
She felt so uncomfortable all over that she was numb.
Although I didn't have the strength to open my eyes, my hearing and sense of smell became unusually clear.
She heard a faint voice not far away, which seemed to be a woman's voice.
But the voice was strangely hoarse.
Su Yi's limited experience did not allow her to analyze who the voice belonged to.
"My Lord, do you need medicine?"
After the woman asked this question, the air fell silent.
After a while, the woman continued, "It's the same medicine you always take, but the dosage will be heavier today. If it doesn't fall off, the person will die and we'll have to perform a laparotomy to get the baby."
"However, what is taken out by laparotomy is not as good as what fell naturally. The efficacy is much worse. It can only be said that it is worse than nothing."
Su Yi thought in a daze, it’s the prince and he wanted to have a caesarean section, is this talking about her again?
This prince is Prince Yin, right?
After all, among the princes she knew, only Prince Yin would stand not far from her and listen to questions about children, right?
Just as Su Yi was in a daze, she felt someone approaching her.
The faint scent of agarwood mixed with the cold air blew past, and her mind seemed to become clearer.
This familiar aura is indeed Prince Yin!
At this time, Su Yi had completely understood that being a bad baby was indeed very difficult and it was indeed the gate of hell.
But now that it has come to this, she has no regrets.
After all, it was something I promised myself, and I have my own calculations, so I can't blame others.
But now her mind suddenly became clearer, and the first thing she saw after she woke up was Yin Xuanmo by her side. Su Yi was still somewhat happy.
Su Yi wanted to make some expression, or say something, to prove that she was awake.
But she didn't know that she couldn't even move her lips.
In the eyes of others, he was like a living dead man with only a breath left.
Just as Su Yi was trying hard but had no strength to move her lips to make the slightest sound, a large, slightly cool hand landed on her forehead.
Su Yi subconsciously thought: Prince Yin's body temperature is not as low as before. It's so cold around, but Prince Yin's palms seem so warm and comfortable.
The woman's voice came again, "Your Highness, the Holy Infant needs fresh blood urgently. Miss Su Yi's body has also reached the point where she can no longer use up her energy."
"Although the fetus is less than seven months old this time and will most likely not survive, it is enough for the Holy Infant to enjoy for twenty years."
What's the meaning?
Su Yi felt that the surroundings seemed to be even colder. Why couldn't she understand what the woman said?
"Please make a decision soon, Your Majesty, while Miss Su Yi is still alive. This way the fetus will be more useful. Otherwise..."
More useful?
What does more useful mean?
If the baby in her belly was born a moment earlier, would it have anything to do with whether he would be useful when he grows up or whether he would have anything to do with himself?
Even if you are born with a weak constitution, you can still recuperate.
"Your Highness, please make a decision!" The strange old woman knelt on the ground with a solemn expression, "It is worth it for this girl in plain clothes to suffer and sacrifice her life in vain. Our entire southern Xinjiang will be grateful for her kindness."
After a pause, as if he understood something, he continued, "The fetus in Miss Su Yi's belly is meant to be the nutrient for the growth of the Holy Infant. Even if Miss Su Yi could survive ten months and give birth to the fetus before dying, the fetus would not grow big."
She told the cruel truth, "This medicine fetus is medicine, not a child, Your Majesty."
Su Yi felt that she didn't understand, but she vaguely felt that she understood.
Was the baby in her belly just "medicine" and "nutrients" from the beginning?
The pain in her numb and unconscious body began to resurface little by little.
It was as if it wanted to suck all her blood out of her.
She didn't know whether she was in pain or sad.
She just felt so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.
I feel so sad.
The hand gently covering her forehead, which had made her feel very comfortable before, now made her feel indescribably disgusted.
She had no strength to speak, no strength to move, no strength to open her eyes.
Her painful and confused soul was trapped in this body that was neither human nor ghost, and it ran rampant.
She is uncomfortable.
She wanted to escape.
"Your Highness, she's dying!" The old woman took one look at Su Yi on the bed and her face changed completely.
He took the medicine from the disciple beside him and said, "Your Majesty, you must give it to Miss Su Yi immediately!"
No, she doesn't drink!
She doesn't want to drink!
Su Yi instinctively tried desperately to escape.
But she couldn't move at all.
Until the smell of medicine spreads to the lips.
This medicine... is indeed the same one she has been drinking since the beginning...
At that moment, Su Yi felt indescribable discomfort and incomparable despair.
Who can come and save her?
Yin Xuanmo, please let me go, and let the baby in my belly go...
I am willing to work like a cow or a horse for you...
She wanted to cry, but she couldn't.
Until the bowl of medicine was completely poured into her stomach without any control over her thoughts.
Before she lost consciousness again, the man who was caressing her cheek said in a low voice, "Little girl, don't meet me again in your next life."
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