Nodding, Wu Yaxinyue reached out her hand, and the little palace maid stepped forward, bowed, and handed her the tray containing the pregnancy-stabilizing medicine.
She steadily took the pregnancy-preserving medicine, and Wu Yaxin drank it down in one gulp without expression. Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste of the medicine, making her want to vomit.
The clever palace maid took a box of candied fruit from the tray and handed it over, saying considerately, "This medicine is bitter. Your Highness, eat some candied fruit to soothe your taste buds, it will make you feel better."
A clear and melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, rang in her ears. Wu Yaxin Yue took two candied fruits and put them in her mouth. Sure enough, the bitter taste of the medicine was less intense.
"Hmm, Shuangxue, you're very thoughtful." She calmed down a bit, nodded and praised the little palace maid a couple of times, then waved her hand and said, "You may leave now. I'd like to have a word with Yuyin. You can go and rest for a bit."
"My lady, is there anything you need to tell me?" Seeing her mistress's gesture of waving away the frost and snow, Yu Yin thought that her mistress had something to tell her.
Wu Yaxin shook her head, her tone unusually uncertain, "Yuyin, do you think I'll be able to give birth to a prince this time?"
Startled, Yu Yin rarely saw her mistress appear so vulnerable. She rallied her spirits and comforted her, "Mistress, please don't worry. You took the secret medicine that Madam sent you for this pregnancy. Madam also said that taking this medicine will definitely result in a son. So, you don't need to worry."
With a sigh, Wu Yaxin, who was always proud and self-assured, never regretted her decision and never admitted defeat.
But having children is unpredictable; it's not something you can achieve no matter how hard you try or how much you beg. After having two daughters, Wu Yaxin Yue finally understood this.
This time, she conceived using strong medication, which caused great damage to her body. Before she was even three months pregnant, she had to start taking medication to prevent miscarriage.
If she couldn't give birth to a son despite all this hardship, Wu Yaxin didn't dare to think about the consequences; she knew she definitely couldn't accept it.
Suddenly, a face as beautiful as peach blossoms and as intoxicating as a spring breeze appeared in her mind, and an immature idea flashed through Wu Yaxin's mind.
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