Taoyuan
Fourth Master frowned as he looked at Jiaming, whose face was still pale and who, although she had regained some energy, still appeared weak. "Why are you still vomiting?"
Her gaze shifted, landing on Hongtao, who served her. "Has it been like this the whole way? Didn't you call a doctor again?"
The overwhelming pressure and cold air made Hongtao's heart tremble. She quickly replied respectfully, "The Consort De has sent a doctor to come and check the princess's pulse frequently and has also prescribed medicine, but the princess has been vomiting three times a day."
Upon hearing this, Jiaming looked at Fourth Master's furrowed brows and worried expression, and then thought of how he had carried her all the way back. Her heart softened, and she was moved.
She quickly followed up with an explanation, adopting an expression that suggested vomiting was normal and even healthier, saying, "Although I vomit often, it's regular, and I don't feel unwell at all. Besides, it's just morning sickness; feeling a bit uncomfortable after each vomiting is perfectly normal. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness."
This was actually a very sincere statement. If the doctor could stop her morning sickness, that would be even better, but the doctor couldn't do anything about it!
She really disliked being tormented by doctors, taking this medicine and drinking that soup to stop vomiting. Ever since Granny Li arrived, she had been constantly being asked to see doctors and being forced to undergo treatments according to their instructions. It was incredibly miserable for her.
She was afraid that when the imperial physician arrived, the Fourth Prince would also send people to watch over her and "torture" her in various ways.
Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince fell silent, his gaze sweeping over Jia Ming's slightly protruding belly. He paused, then reached out and touched Jia Ming's stomach. His furrowed brows relaxed slightly as he thought to himself: "Little Princess and Ming'er are now one. Since Ming'er feels alright, I suppose Little Princess will be alright too."
So he said to Jiaming, "It's good that you feel fine. In that case, my little princess will surely be alright too."
Upon hearing this, Jiaming lost all her emotion!
Damn it, I only get your attention because I've become a mere concubine of a princess.
Despite her resentment, Jiaming's strength and spirit gradually recovered, almost imperceptibly.
After a while, Su Peisheng returned with the imperial physician.
After the imperial physician paid his respects to the Fourth Prince, he was summoned by the Fourth Prince to take Jiaming's pulse.
After employing a series of methods including observation, listening, questioning, and palpation, the imperial physician stood before the Fourth Prince, bowed respectfully, and first described Jiaming's pulse and other symptoms to the Fourth Prince using traditional Chinese medicine terminology. Finally, he concluded that this princess was already three months pregnant.
Fourth Master nodded, his expression indifferent, "I know this." He had already consulted a doctor to confirm the fact that she was pregnant.
After the Fourth Prince finished speaking, a look of worry flashed in his eyes, and he continued, "She must be exhausted from the long journey in the carriage from the southern tour. I wonder how the little princess in her belly is doing?"
After he finished speaking, Jiaming looked at him with a strange expression, unnoticed by Fourth Master.
Before the emperor could react, the little princess the doctor he consulted during his southern tour mentioned wasn't the little princess he thought she was!
The imperial physician was taken aback upon hearing this, and couldn't help but glance at the Fourth Prince. When he came to his senses, he realized his disrespectful behavior and immediately lowered his head.
When the Fourth Prince saw the imperial physician's reaction, his face suddenly tightened, his hands clenched tightly, and a chill suddenly emanated from his body.
Everyone in the room, except for Jiaming who had a strange expression, felt a chill and their bodies stiffened.
The imperial physician thought that the Fourth Prince was angry because he saw him spacing out and behaving disrespectfully, and because he hadn't answered the question.
Immediately, his brain raced, recalling the question the Fourth Master had just asked, and he quickly organized his thoughts to answer.
While inwardly sighing, hoping that the Fourth Prince wouldn't be too angry, the imperial physician said, "Although the journey back was tiring, judging from her pulse, this princess is doing quite well. As for the child she's carrying, hmm," Oh right, the Fourth Prince just mentioned the little princess. Thinking of this, the imperial physician immediately stopped speaking.
Little princess?
How did the Fourth Prince know that this princess was pregnant with a princess?
Which doctor is so skilled that he can diagnose it in just three months and confidently say it's a princess? He feels the pulse is more like that of a prince!
The imperial physician noticed out of the corner of his eye that the Fourth Prince had suddenly clenched his fists, clearly looking nervous, because he had stopped speaking abruptly. He pondered for a moment.
If the imperial physician were to tell the truth to the Fourth Prince, considering how nervous he had been just now, one could see his expectations for the little princess. And thinking of the cold-faced prince's reputation for being strict, the imperial physician trembled inwardly, not daring to break the Fourth Prince's expectations.
Moreover, if the baby is a prince, at most the Fourth Prince will think that he is not good at medicine, which is not a big deal.
Furthermore, it would be even better if she were to give birth to a princess in the end.
So, let's just go with the flow and call her a little princess!
The imperial physician decided to follow up on what the Fourth Prince had said: "Judging from the pulse, the little princess is doing well and is quite healthy. She doesn't need to take any medicine to prevent miscarriage; she just needs to rest."
Upon hearing the imperial physician's words, the Fourth Prince immediately relaxed his clenched fist. At the same time, he gave the physician a cold glance, thinking cautiously: That pause in speech, was it intentional?
Jiaming also heard the imperial physician's words. She shifted her strange gaze from the Fourth Prince to the imperial physician, wondering if she was really pregnant with a princess.
Previously, like Jiaming, Su Peisheng, who also thought his master had made a mistake, looked at the imperial physician with a strange expression.
Because of the Fourth Prince's cold glare, the imperial physician became even more respectful, standing with his head bowed. He couldn't see the strange looks others were giving him, but he felt uneasy and involuntarily shifted his body, as if trying to shake something off.
Noticing the imperial physician's unease, Jiaming and Su Peisheng simultaneously looked away.
The Fourth Prince remained oblivious to these changes, but it was Hongxuan, who had been sitting quietly on the stool without uttering a word since the imperial physician arrived, who noticed them.
The little guy turned his head, looking at his mother, then at Su Peisheng, then at the imperial physician, and finally at his father, as if he were thinking about something.
The Fourth Prince suddenly met Hongxuan's gaze. Remembering that Hongxuan was also tired from the long journey, he stopped worrying about Jiaming's belly and started worrying about Hongxuan, fearing that he might fall ill. He immediately said to the imperial physician, "In that case, let the Fourth Prince be examined as well."
If anything happens to Hongxuan, it's best to detect it early and take preventative measures and treatment as soon as possible.
Upon hearing that he was taking the pulse of the Fourth Prince, the imperial physician's face immediately lit up with joy, and he couldn't help but laugh, extremely pleased.
According to those in the Imperial Hospital who had taken his pulse, that young prince was extremely robust and healthy. Moreover, he rarely got sick, except for indigestion from overeating.
The imperial physician, being a healer, was very interested in this robust young prince.
Beside him, Hongxuan listened to his father's words, and a few thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant—the imperial physicians treat people, like treating his elder brother, and after the treatment, he has to drink medicine, which is bitter, but he is not sick.
Thinking about it, she became unhappy, jumped off the stool, raised her little arm, and gestured, "Xuan'er is very healthy, she's not sick."
Seeing his adorable little face, Jiaming burst out laughing.
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