At the same time, Song Xiaoya also encountered some troubles.
The "baby" in her belly is now almost three months old, so she can have sex with a man.
Chen Qiu Nian was a very sexual person, and he had been talking about having sex with her in the past two days.
Song Xiaoya declined twice, but she knew clearly that it would be difficult to keep the matter secret any longer.
Thinking of this, she took out the sachet that she had asked someone to buy from Fang Qingyue a few days ago.
The sachet was crudely made and filled with various medicinal herbs, including musk and other herbs that can cause miscarriage.
One day, when Li came to see her, she pretended to stand up to greet Li, but in fact her legs went weak and she fell to the ground.
Then, she broke the blood bag that she had stuffed in her clothes, and blood flowed out along her legs.
"Oh!" Li exclaimed and hurriedly asked someone to call a doctor.
The person who came over was the court physician that Song Xiaoya brought from the Marquis' Mansion. After he arrived, he immediately sent everyone away, leaving only Song Xiaoya's maid in the room, and then he acted anxiously.
The water was boiling outside the house. Li Junyi and Shen Qiu Nian watched as basins of blood were brought out of the room, and their faces looked extremely ugly.
It was not until an hour later that the blood stopped seeping out of the room.
The court physician held a small basin covered with a white cloth. The cloth was soaked through with the substance beneath. He placed the basin in front of Chen Qiunian and Li Junyi, his expression stern. "Reporting to the young marquis and his wife, Miss Song...she had a miscarriage and couldn't keep the baby."
Li Junyi's hand trembled, and the Buddhist beads in her hand fell to the ground and shattered in an instant.
Chen Qiu Nian was even more incredulous and gripped the court doctor's shoulders tightly: "How could this be?"
"It's the sachet that Miss Song got from Fang Qingyue. It's filled with musk and saffron." As he said that, the court doctor handed the small basin to the servants and told them to burn it, then took out a sachet from his pocket.
This sachet was the one Fang Qingyue sold in the clinic, and Shen Qiu Nian recognized it at the first sight.
There was blood on the sachet, which was the "blood" from Song Xiaoya's body.
"Fang Qingyue, that bitch!" His voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with hatred, "I will make her pay with blood!"
He was filled with hatred, but Song Xiaoya had just fallen ill and was very weak, so he could only go in and comfort her first.
Song Xiaoya had already cried herself to tears. Seeing Chen Qiu Nian come in, she cried even more bitterly: "My Lord... our child, our child is gone... He hasn't even grown yet, and he hasn't been able to see this world..."
Hearing Song Xiaoya crying so painfully, Shen Qiu Nian punched the bedpost.
The bedpost was shaken by the blow, and Shen Qiu Nian hugged Song Xiaoya with great distress, comforting her: "Don't worry, we will have another child."
Overnight, the news that Song Xiaoya had a miscarriage due to the sachets sold by Fang Qingyue spread throughout the capital.
When Fang Qingyue was selling the sachets, she hadn't said pregnant women couldn't wear them. Now that the sachets were causing miscarriages, many people were flocking to the clinic, demanding an explanation from Fang Qingyue.
But when they arrived at the clinic, they didn't see any trace of Fang Qingyue.
The old doctor only knew that Fang Qingyue had asked for leave to go to Qi County with Shen Yuhan, and didn't know she had returned. He hurriedly explained for Fang Qingyue.
The sachet was sold cheaply, so it was impossible that it contained medicinal ingredients like musk and saffron.
But no matter how he explained, the angry people refused to listen and demanded refunds and compensation.
The old doctor's consultation fee was not high to begin with, but after paying the compensation, he could only sit in the clinic and sigh.
The incident was so serious that even Shen Yuhan heard about it.
But after listening to what others said, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Fang Qingyue had been back for a few days, so logically she should have returned to the clinic. But she hadn't appeared yet. Could something have happened?
Thinking of this, Shen Yuhan immediately took people to Fang Qingyue's home.
There was dust on the table in her boudoir, and it was obvious that no one had lived there for some time.
Shen Yuhan was shocked and immediately ordered people to look around. Finally, Fang Qingyue was found in the woodshed.
She was hung on the roof of the woodshed, with only her toes touching the ground. Because her toes pressed hard against the ground, ulcers and bruises had formed between her toes.
The wrist was rubbed repeatedly, leaving blood marks so deep that the bones could almost be seen.
His body was covered in marks from being whipped, including a mark on his chin. His lips were chapped and he was emaciated, looking as if he hadn't eaten in days.
Shen Yuhan felt a sharp pain in his heart and hurriedly and carefully put the person down.
Fang Qingyue fell softly into his arms. As if she sensed the changes in her surroundings, she struggled and opened her eyes a little.
"Prince...Prince..." The voice was as hoarse as thatch.
Shen Yuhan ordered someone to change the bedding on the bed, then put Fang Qingyue on the bed, and ordered someone to find a doctor to treat Fang Qingyue.
He felt so much pain in his heart that he wanted to beat himself up for what he had done a few days ago.
He knew clearly that Fang Qingyue was surrounded by enemies, not only was she being targeted by Chen Qiu Nian, but even the Prime Minister and the Imperial Concubine were watching covetously from the side.
Unfortunately, he had a quarrel with Fang Qingyue over a trivial matter, causing Fang Qingyue to fall into danger and almost lose her life!
After the doctor came, he quickly diagnosed Fang Qingyue's condition and wrote down a prescription.
She hadn't eaten anything for several days and was already weak. Add to that the whip marks and the wounds on her hands and feet, and she actually had a fever.
Shen Yuhan didn't dare to sleep. He used hot water to wash Fang Qingyue's body to cool her down. He didn't rest all night. It was not until dawn that Fang Qingyue's fever completely subsided.
He breathed a sigh of relief and then sent people to investigate the matter of Fang Qingyue's sachet causing Song Xiaoya to have a miscarriage.
Song Xiaoya pretended to be pregnant, so there was no way she could have had a miscarriage, unless she wanted to put the blame on Fang Qingyue.
There was a fierce look in his eyes.
Song Xiaoya was related to the Northern Di, and he had no intention of letting her go easily. Now he was blaming Fang Qingyue for the miscarriage, which was truly despicable.
After investigating the matter thoroughly, he insisted on making Song Xiaoya pay the price.
After a good night's rest, Fang Qingyue finally regained some energy.
She opened her eyes slightly and saw Shen Yuhan sleeping soundly on the bed. She couldn't help but gently touch Shen Yuhan's hair with her hand.
His hair wasn't as cold and hard as he was; it felt soft to the touch. Stroking through his fingertips so softly made him want to keep it in his hand.
Fang Qingyue was touching someone with great interest when someone grabbed her arm.
A low voice sounded in her ears, with a somewhat lazy tone: "Is my hair really that nice to touch?"
Fang Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyes and met Shen Yuhan's gaze.
There were two dark spots under his eyes, and he looked extremely tired, but there was a rare hint of a faint smile in his eyes.
Fang Qingyue subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work yesterday, Your Highness."
Although she had a high fever, she was not unconscious. When Shen Yuhan wiped her body, she could actually feel it.
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