Yun Qingluo didn't give the Imperial Noble Consort a chance to speak and continued:
"I remember the Imperial Concubine once taught me the saying, 'When the master speaks, how can a servant interrupt?' Come to think of it, I was taught this by the Imperial Concubine."
The palace maids around the Imperial Concubine are now ignorant of etiquette, so I, the Princess Consort, will condescend to discipline them for you.
"Guards! This man has committed insubordination and disrespect towards me, the Princess Consort. Drag him away and give him thirty strokes of the cane."
Yun Qinglu snorted coldly, ignoring the Imperial Noble Consort's murderous gaze, and looked at the palace maid coldly.
In her previous life, she frequently visited the palace for Mo Beili's sake, and the Imperial Noble Consort scolded her for being indecent and said many hurtful things.
Yun Tao was furious and defended her, but she was beaten with twenty strokes of the cane and had to stay in bed for a whole month.
Now, she wants to get it back for Yun Tao.
The Imperial Noble Consort's chest heaved with anger. "You...you're being insolent!"
Yun Qingluo said, "Don't rush, I have something even more outrageous to say..."
"Guards, seize the Imperial Noble Consort! She disregards the law, arbitrarily abducting the eldest daughter of the Yuan family, then framed my horse by poisoning it, nearly killing me. Furthermore, she harmed the Regent's eldest son; her crimes are truly unforgivable."
Everyone was shocked. What? The princess is pregnant?
"Your Majesty, is the Queen pregnant? Is it true? They just got married last winter, didn't they?"
"How could that bitch get pregnant so quickly? How could this happen?"
"Hmph, with all that jolting on the horse just now, I wonder if the baby is even still there."
"The Regent's Palace has an heir? It's truly a blessing from heaven! Our War God Prince has an heir!"
Yun Qingluo seemed oblivious to the sounds around her. She accepted the different faces of people, both good and bad, but it didn't affect her.
But when the Imperial Noble Consort heard Yun Qingluo's words, her expression changed drastically.
"What? You're pregnant? Impossible, this is impossible, you clearly drank..." The Imperial Noble Consort suddenly realized what was happening and fell silent.
Yun Qingluo's eyebrows twitched slightly, her voice indifferent, "You mean that infertility-inducing soup?"
The Imperial Noble Consort was speechless. "What? You knew...you knew and you still drank it?"
A glint of light flashed in Yun Qingluo's eyes as she said calmly, "Oh, didn't you know? The Third Prince secretly replaced the soup with a nourishing tonic long ago."
The Imperial Noble Consort looked on in disbelief. "How is this possible? The Empress never told me anything about this."
Yun Qingluo said mockingly, "Why would she tell you if her son wants to use the regent's token to gain power and become the crown prince?"
The Imperial Noble Consort instinctively retorted, "Impossible, she wouldn't dare do that."
Yun Qingluo asked slowly, "Why is it impossible?"
"Of course it's the Emperor..." The Imperial Noble Consort stopped abruptly, a sudden thought striking her.
Yun Qingluo's pupils suddenly darkened, and a flash of ferocity crossed her eyes.
The whole world wants to kill her and Ah Chen.
I initially thought she was a good-for-nothing, and that marrying Mo Beichen wouldn't have made much of a difference.
Later, it was discovered that she could write poetry, had artistic talents, and was also skilled in medicine...
Most importantly, she and Ah Chen were very loving after their marriage, and she felt that Ah Chen had some ability and might become an asset to him in the future.
So he wanted to kill her, so that Mo Beichen would lose a major asset.
But things in this world can't always go as they wish.
Yun Qingluo snapped out of her daze and looked at the Imperial Noble Consort, her eyes filled with confusion. "What's wrong?"
The Imperial Noble Consort angrily flung her sleeve, "Don't worry about it. Anyway, if you dare to let them arrest me today, the Emperor will definitely punish you later."
Yun Qingluo raised an eyebrow. "I was just thinking of going to the Emperor to get some justice."
"What are you still standing there for? Tie him up." Yun Qingluo sneered.
At a single command, the guards sprang into action, far beyond the reach of maids and palace servants.
"How dare you! What are you doing? I am the Imperial Noble Consort! Let go! Let go!" the Imperial Noble Consort roared.
The guards, ignoring the danger, were about to bind the Imperial Noble Consort when suddenly an announcement was made:
"His Majesty has arrived!"
Everyone was shocked, and Yun Qingluo was also stunned. She looked up at An Jiu, who shook her head slightly.
"Greetings, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!" Everyone at the polo field knelt down in salute.
Today's performance was quite lively, which was what everyone was thinking at the moment.
Only Yun Qingluo stood with her head bowed in greeting, which made the Emperor even more displeased.
Turning his head, he saw several guards standing beside the Imperial Noble Consort, and his expression immediately turned cold. "What's going on?"
Yun Qingluo stepped forward and pinched her thigh hard. Her eyes reddened with pain, but no tears came out.
Yun Qingluo was somewhat embarrassed; it seems her acting skills still need practice...
But that didn't stop her from covering her face with a handkerchief and wailing:
"Your Majesty, waaaah, Your Majesty, please save my life!"
Upon hearing that familiar crying sound, the emperor's head began to spin.
He frowned and sneered, "What are you crying for? Aren't you standing right here? What life did you save?"
Yun Qingluo ignored her and continued to cry, "Your Majesty, someone is plotting against me and also trying to harm your dear nephew!"
The emperor, caught off guard, asked in bewilderment, "What? My dear nephew? Who?"
Yun Qingluo's lips, hidden behind her sleeve, curled slightly, but her voice was filled with hesitation and fear, "Your Majesty, I am carrying A-Chen's child, isn't he your own nephew?"
The emperor was shocked, his eyes widening. "What did you say? You're pregnant?"
After speaking, he glanced at the Imperial Noble Consort, only to see her shake her head. He immediately frowned.
If you're not infertile, how could you possibly get pregnant?
Even if the imperial physician made a wrong diagnosis, drinking that large bowl of infertility-inducing soup would make it absolutely impossible to get pregnant.
Pretending?
Yun Qingluo asked feignedly, "Yes, is the Emperor unhappy that he has a nephew?"
Emperor: Happy my foot...
When Yun Qingluo saw the emperor's suspicious gaze fall on her, she immediately frowned, clutched her stomach, and cried out, "Stop!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Ouch... My stomach... My stomach hurts so much, ouch... Could something be wrong with my baby?"
The emperor glanced at Yun Qingluo indifferently, without exposing her, and said in a majestic voice, "I heard that the princess consort suffered from the jolting while on horseback. Someone, summon the imperial physician to examine the lady, lest something bad happen to her."
The two actors each performed their own parts, but their goals were the same.
The emperor wanted to know if she was pregnant, and she also wanted to use the emperor's physician to confirm that she was pregnant.
Whenever the emperor wanted the imperial physician to lie, she had already prepared other doctors, so he wouldn't deny it.
If the emperor's men tell the truth, then the charge of plotting to harm the royal offspring will be confirmed.
Regardless of what the imperial physician says, it won't affect the rest of the story.
Yun Qingluo was eager for the emperor to summon the imperial physician.
However, Yun Qingluo looked at the imperial physician walking in through the gate of the horse farm.
She thought to herself: The imperial physician arrived a bit too quickly. It seems that the dog emperor has not let his guard down against her at all.
That was all for nothing; my acting was a bit awkward.
After examining the pulse, the imperial physician seemed hesitant to draw a conclusion and examined it again.
He had just reached the Emperor's side and nodded slightly when the Emperor's fingers twitched slightly, at which point the imperial physician spoke:
"Your Majesty, the Princess Consort is indeed pregnant, more than three months along."
The emperor's face darkened. A fetus that even a bowl of infertility-inducing soup couldn't abort?
The emperor then asked, "Is the princess unwell?"
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