Wang Yi burst out laughing. She believed him, just like the two of them had been together for so many years despite not being understood by others.
Suddenly, a fried hemp leaf vendor passed by with a cart.
Wang Yi suddenly felt nauseous and started to dry heave with his hands covering his mouth. Not long after, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Yier? What happened to Yier! Is the poison not yet cured? Someone come quickly, go back to the palace and call the imperial physician! Quick!" Zheng Yeheng was so scared that his soul almost flew away. He carried her horizontally in his arms and got on the carriage, heading straight for the palace.
The old eunuch didn't dare to block the way anymore. The imperial edict in his hand hadn't been delivered yet, and it would be difficult for him to report to the emperor. So he hurriedly ran after him.
He has to deliver the imperial edict to get his report back!
Inside the palace, Zheng Yeheng called many doctors and imperial physicians over, their faces pale with fear.
They seemed to have been a little more reckless at the bottom of the cliff these days. Although they were having fun, Wang Yi was frightened by Zhao Wu's incident. Fainting was the least of his worries.
He was worried that Wang Yi still had feelings for Zhao Wu, and killing Zhao Wu with his own hands would make Wang Yi sad.
He hadn't dared to mention that name in the past few days.
Imperial physicians came one after another, filling up the entire room.
Zheng Yeheng paced around anxiously, but saw that after his most trusted doctor Meng took his pulse, he suddenly showed a complicated expression on his face and asked for help from other doctors nearby.
This made Zheng Yeheng even more anxious.
What's going on? Can't you all fix it?
Unfortunately, Doctor Meng was the one who had treated Zheng Yeheng for that disease before, and he knew Zheng Yeheng's hidden illness very well.
But he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the second doctor's face showing joy.
It seems that he was not wrong just now, it was indeed a happy pulse.
But this is hard to talk about.
Isn’t the prince infertile?
Could it be that he found a concubine and then got cuckolded?
When he looked embarrassed and dared not say a word, he saw the second imperial physician laughing and congratulating him.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Your Madam is pregnant!"
Doctor Meng quickly covered his face.
It’s over! It’s over!
They wouldn't all be killed to cover up the news!
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