His Majesty, who was astonished all night, still had to attend the morning court session.
I'm in a very good mood.
In the imperial harem, the atmosphere seemed to become tense due to the increased number of pregnant women.
Lu Baolin was probably relieved to see that His Majesty did not punish her.
Consort Xiangxian took the initiative to go to Shu Chengfeng and subtly brought up the topic of wanting a child.
"Your Majesty, I have served you for so many years, yet I have been unable to bear a child. There is nothing seriously wrong with my health, but I have never been able to conceive. Last time I did conceive, but I miscarried. Of course, this is not my fault. Now, I am getting old, and I have no children. I am constantly worried. I beg Your Majesty to have pity on me..."
Shu Chengfeng remained silent for a moment; he had been thinking about this matter for the past few days.
"You want Lu Baolin's child?"
"It's not that I don't care... as long as it's Your Majesty's bloodline, that's fine," Consort Xiangxian said shyly.
"It doesn't matter if she's a princess?" Shu Chengfeng asked again.
"Of course, I have no children and do not desire a prince. I would love either a prince or a princess," said Consort Xiangxian.
That's a much smarter way to put it.
That's how it has to be. She herself hasn't given up, but she has no children, so His Majesty will only come less often in the future.
"Alright, since you put it that way, I understand," said Shu Chengfeng.
Consort Xiangxian breathed a sigh of relief, naturally satisfied.
Consort Xiang was satisfied and openly began to take care of Lady Lu's pregnancy.
It's good that Consort Huo has the Empress Dowager's care.
As the weather gets hotter, the migrating geese don't even go out anymore.
The furthest I went was to sit in the pear orchard.
Jia Zhaoyi often accompanied her because they lived nearby.
In July, Yan Nangui was already seven months pregnant, and now is a very tense time.
The midwife had everything prepared, having checked the birth date and time and examined the person's life story.
Recently, Lady Xinyang has been frequently visiting to keep me company.
Now he's living directly in Zhaochun Palace, just waiting for Yan Nan to return.
On this cool morning, Yan Nangui and Lan Shi sat in the pear grove talking.
After paying her respects, Consort Jia came over to join them.
As they were chatting and laughing, suddenly a palace eunuch came running up shouting, "Something's happened! Something's happened! The Fifth Prince is dying!"
Consort Jia Zhao jumped up in alarm: "Quick, go see what they're saying!"
Her maidservant went off to do her work.
Lan was also greatly surprised: "What happened?"
"Shuanzi, go and see what's going on." Yan Nangui waved his hand.
“I haven’t heard that the Fifth Prince is sick. This morning, Consort Jing was perfectly fine.” Consort Jia was very surprised: “The Fifth Prince is much better now, unlike when he was a child.”
Yan Nangui nodded and simply sat and waited.
Before long, Shuanzi ran back, and the people from Consort Jia's place also returned.
"Your Majesty, it was...it was Consort Ye. She's probably gone mad. She said the Fifth Prince's wet nurse was taking him to play in the Imperial Garden, enjoying the cool morning air. Consort Ye came over too, and upon seeing him, she only asked to hold him. The wet nurse initially refused, but Consort Ye is a member of the Ye family..."
"Who knew, who knew that Consort Ye must have gone mad, she threw the Fifth Prince onto the artificial hill!"
"Oh my god!" Consort Jia was so frightened that her body went limp.
"How is he?" Yan Nangui asked.
"We don't know yet, but Consort Ye has already committed suicide. After throwing the child, she killed herself by banging her head against the ground. As for the child, the imperial physicians have all gone to fetch him. We don't know what happened to the child. His Majesty and the Empress have also gone," Shuanzi said.
“Then we’ll go too.” Yan Nangui stood up.
"Your Majesty!" Lady Lan called out.
“Aunt, don’t go. Just wait. This has nothing to do with me. I’m just going to take a look.” Yan Nangui patted Lan’s hand.
Lan could only agree.
But she was incredibly worried about what kind of life people led in the imperial harem.
Because the Fifth Prince was seriously injured, there was no time to send him back, so he stayed at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
Yan Nangui and the others hadn't gone too far, and they were the last to arrive.
No one dared to say anything to her.
Shu Chengfeng watched her get up and helped her up, asking, "What are you doing here again?"
"How is the Fifth Prince?" Yan Nangui asked.
Shu Chengfeng glanced at her round belly and gently shook his head.
He didn't know either.
The sound of Consort Jing crying could be heard from inside the room, which sounded ominous.
The Fifth Prince was already in poor health, and now... it's really hard to say whether he can be saved.
"Your Majesty!"
Just then, I heard a maid's voice from inside the room.
Immediately afterwards, there was a commotion, and Consort Jing's crying stopped.
Someone rushed in to check, and soon came out to report: "Consort Jing has miscarried!"
Miscarriage?
When did she get pregnant?
However, she probably didn't know herself, otherwise she wouldn't have kept quiet.
Shu Chengfeng frowned deeply: "Summon the imperial physicians to do everything they can to save the mother and child! If anything goes wrong, I will not let them off lightly."
Yan Nangui sighed, thinking that although Shu Chengfeng did not like Consort Jing, she was still his concubine and child. It was frightening that things had turned out so tragically.
After an unknown amount of time, a royal physician finally emerged.
"Your Majesty, the Fifth Prince's bleeding has stopped. As long as he can get through today, there is still hope." Imperial Physician He was exhausted.
"Alright, how about Consort Jing?" Shu Chengfeng asked.
"Your Majesty, Consort Jing is unusually weak. This miscarriage has caused her great damage. She needs to rest and recuperate. If she can rest peacefully, everything will be fine," said Imperial Physician He.
Everyone knew that these words were not a good thing.
But for now, just being alive is good enough.
When the Fifth Prince was carried inside, his head was covered in blood, and no one knew the extent of his injuries.
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