His gaze never left that figure from beginning to end; it had become his only hope at that moment.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging like small, winding snakes, clearly showing the extent of his inner tension.
His chest heaved violently, his breathing rapid and heavy, as if he had just experienced a thrilling life-or-death battle.
Only after he watched her successfully enter the Empress's palace did his tightly furrowed brows relax slightly.
His tense body relaxed slightly, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and he exhaled a heavy breath.
At this moment, Ning Chenyi's gaze turned to the fox that was being held tightly by the palace servants.
The raccoon's fur stood on end, every single hair standing straight up in fear, making it look exactly like a fluffy ball that had exploded.
Its eyes were wide open, filled with terror and unease. Its once lively and playful eyes were now filled with endless fear and apprehension.
It made occasional "woo-woo" sounds, its voice trembling violently, full of pleading, as if it were desperately begging for forgiveness for its reckless behavior.
Ning Chenyi looked at it, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and an uncontrollable raging anger surged in his chest.
If it weren't for this cat suddenly darting out from the corner and jumping around in front of the Empress today...
It would occasionally let out sharp, piercing cries, which startled the Empress. How could the Empress possibly have a miscarriage?
Thinking of this, his eyes grew even colder, and he exuded a chilling aura that made people shudder. The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly because of his anger.
If this cat weren't the Empress's most beloved pet, whom she would often hold affectionately in her arms and gently stroke its soft fur.
He would even personally feed it fresh, plump fish. At this moment, he would probably order its execution without hesitation.
To vent his anger, he wanted to make this troublemaker pay a heavy price for the Empress's accident.
Just then, the Empress's faint shouts could be heard from inside the palace. Though the voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, it was like a thunderclap that exploded in Ning Chenyi's ears.
His body jolted suddenly, his clenched fist slowly loosened, and his hand fell limply to his side, his fingertips still tingling with the soreness from the exertion.
He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his fingertips revealing deep weariness, as if at this moment, all the pressure surged towards him like a tide, pressing heavily on his body.
He gave the cat a deep look, his eyes filled with both anger and helplessness, and finally let the troublesome little guy go for the time being.
He walked quickly toward the palace, his steps hurried and heavy, and with each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
The worries in my heart surged like a tide, and with each step I took, my worries grew. As I walked, I silently prayed that the Empress would be safe and sound.
His eyes were filled with concern and anxiety, as if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment, and only the safety of the Empress was his everything, the most precious thing in his life.
As soon as Qin Qianluo stepped across the threshold of the Empress's palace, a strong, pungent smell of blood rushed towards her like a surging tide, penetrating her nostrils and causing her to involuntarily furrow her brows.
Looking around, one could see several imperial physicians outside the screen, their expressions as heavy as lead, their steps hurried, and the whole scene was filled with an anxious and tense atmosphere.
A slender imperial physician with a white beard clutched a newly written prescription tightly in his hands.
His anxiety caused the veins on his forehead to bulge slightly, resembling several winding little snakes.
He raised his voice and urgently ordered the maid beside him in a sharp and unquestionable tone: "Go quickly and prepare the medicine according to this prescription!"
The timing and heat must be precise; it must be delivered as quickly as possible!
The sound seemed to carry an invisible force, vibrating in the air.
Another slightly plump imperial physician, with a stern and frosty expression, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape, pulled the midwife aside.
He lowered his voice, but each word was clear and forceful as he carefully instructed: "Every step from here on is a matter of life and death."
The safety of the Empress and the young prince/princess rests entirely on this; we must not be careless.
The old woman listened attentively, nodding repeatedly. Fine beads of sweat on her forehead glistened in the candlelight, like sparkling pearls.
Everyone was so immersed in the tense atmosphere that it felt like standing on the edge of an abyss that no one noticed Qin Qianluo quietly entering for quite some time.
Her eyes flashed like lightning as she quickly scanned everyone in the room, knowing that time was of the essence and there was no room for delay.
So she moved with light, graceful steps, swiftly stepping into the inner room like a gentle breeze.
Upon entering the inner room, the oppressive heat and tense atmosphere, like a thick curtain, rushed towards you, almost suffocating you.
Inside the room, several midwives were busy and sweating profusely.
Large beads of sweat rolled down their cheeks and necks like broken beads, quickly soaking their clothes.
They gently reassured the Empress in slightly trembling but calm voices: "Your Majesty, just a little more effort, it will be soon."
He calmly extended his hands, precisely guiding the Queen to adjust her breathing and the rhythm of her exertion.
Every movement exuded professionalism and focus, as if they held the lifeline of the empress and her child in their hands.
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