Chapter 85: The inexplicable pain of water breaking gradually spread from the abdomen like a vine...
Infected by Wen Zheliu's calm aura, Xiaobai's anxiety when he heard his situation was gently soothed away.
"Okay, I'll go and invite you right away!"
As the due date was approaching, Helan Yuan was afraid that something might happen to Wen Zheliu, so he didn't dare to go far and waited near the Yangxin Palace.
When she stepped into the house, she heard Zheliu vomiting.
He bent his waist deeply, protecting his stomach with both hands. Fortunately, his black hair was tied inside his head. Otherwise, even if a strand fell and fell on his cheek, he would not have the strength to lift it up.
"Your Highness?" Helan Yuan took two steps at a time and ran to the spittoon to see what he had vomited out with great effort.
It was pitch black, but fortunately there were no red spots.
Wen Zheliu touched her lips with a handkerchief.
"Don't look at it, there's no blood, it's just the medicine I just took."
He didn't want to vomit, but his stomach was churning and he couldn't sit still unless he vomited.
Wen Zheliu's face was pale, like a seasick person in a storm, but he was calm and composed, not like a pregnant man about to give birth.
"I'm about to give birth?"
Helan Yuan immediately took his pulse and frowned after a moment.
"Your Majesty, although you are showing signs of labor, your water hasn't broken yet, and the pregnancy isn't complete yet. It's unlikely you'll deliver the baby so soon. I just checked, and there's no bleeding, just abdominal pain, stomach upset, and fetal movement. Nothing serious."
After hearing her words, Wen Zheliu wanted to feel relieved, but his stomach tightened and he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.
"Why does my stomach feel tight?" He pursed his lips.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't vomited for a long time, and he suddenly felt nauseous. Wen Zheliu not only felt a burning sensation in his stomach and severe pain, but also his throat was dry and his Adam's apple kept rolling to prevent him from coughing it out.
"I have given you some herbal painkillers. They should take effect in half a minute, but..." Helan Yuan hesitated to speak.
Wen Zheliu tilted his head and coughed twice.
"Just say what you want to say."
Helan Yuan chose his words carefully: "Your fetal position is abnormal, and the baby is large. I'm afraid the delivery process will not be comfortable."
"Not feeling well"?
Is it him or the child?
With waves of emotion rising in his heart, Wen Zheliu took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
He generally doesn't get emotional.
Because having emotions often means there is a problem. Before the emotions overwhelm you, solve the problem first, and then you won’t have any emotions anymore.
But the child had been in his belly for more than eight months, so even the neighbors who only greeted him every day had become somewhat familiar with him.
She might be in trouble, how could he not be worried?
Concern makes one confused, and his thoughts fluctuate along with his sympathy.
He is afraid.
He was afraid of losing the child.
The child had been in his belly for too long and had become an inseparable part of him.
But he couldn't say he was afraid.
Showing vulnerability in front of others is equivalent to exposing your wounds without reservation. You may not necessarily gain sympathy from others, and there is a high probability that you will be disliked.
Unless, in front of He Jiuyue.
Wen Zheliu took a sip of tea, coughed lightly, and hid the panic in his eyes: "What can we do?"
Helan Yuan knelt down and answered politely.
"You can find a doctor to apply lard to your abdomen and gently massage it, but this method is quite risky. If you are not careful, you may suffer a miscarriage. Your Majesty must exercise caution."
High risk, low reward, this is really not a good thing.
If this road is blocked, you can always take another smooth road.
Wen Zheliu raised his eyes and asked, "Is there any other way?"
"You can also drink perilla soup with a small amount of Danggui Shaoyao powder to harmonize the fetal qi. You also need to lie down quietly to nourish the fetus and avoid anger and excessive worry. Anger hurts the liver, and worry hurts the spleen. Emotional disturbances can cause fetal qi to flow backwards. A single slip due to emotion can be disastrous."
Wen Zheliu pressed his forehead.
"I understand. Please leave the prescription and let the kitchen prepare the medicine."
He never mentioned that he would follow Helan Yuan's words and not get angry or worry too much.
Although the Murong clan was in charge, he was a new emperor after all. He had not yet cultivated more confidants in the court. In order to ensure that every government order could be carried out smoothly, he had to do everything personally to feel at ease.
Anger can be suppressed, but worrying about something is unavoidable.
However, he has a strong life, and He Jiuyue's fate is also good. The children born by him and their children will definitely have a strong life.
He and the child will be fine.
Having said that, my stomach still hurts a lot.
After tossing and turning for most of the night, Wen Zheliu was sweating all over and didn't even have the energy to change into clean clothes. He let Xiaobai do whatever he wanted and collapsed on the bed, looking very listless.
The next day when it was time to go to court, Wen Zheliu was still sleeping on the couch.
"Lord Dugu, it's time for court, but His Majesty is still unconscious." Xiaobai said in a low voice, "Do you think we should wake His Majesty?"
Dugu Qiu looked at the dark sky outside.
"Stay a moment longer."
Wen Zheliu had just ascended the throne and was late for the court meeting before he had even met with the ministers. This was not very polite.
However, Helan Yuan had told Wen Zheliu to rest quietly.
It’s not impossible to go to court, but it’s not good for the children.
When Dugu Qiu and Xiaobai were in a dilemma, Xueyu made a decision for them. It jumped in from the window and kicked Wen Zheliu's slightly swollen calf with its claws.
"Hmm." Wen Zheliu opened his eyelids, his black pupils were hazy, and he blinked several times before he regained clarity.
He grabbed Xueyu's neck with one hand and spoke in a reproachful tone.
"Xueyu, stop making trouble."
He stroked his swollen belly with his free hand. "You're going to have a companion soon, did you know? It could be a sister, or it could be a brother. As the older sister, you have to take good care of her. If you do, I'll get you some dried fish."
Xueyu swung her tail in the air and meowed, as if scolding Wen Zheliu for forgetting Dabao after having the second child.
"Your Majesty, you are awake."
Dugu Qiu winked at Xiaobai and moved forward with him. Wen Zheliu had just woken up and was still dizzy. He had been woken up by Xueyu many times, so he knew it was it without having to see it clearly. Although he was familiar with Xiaobai, he became confused again with Dugu Qiu following beside him. It took him a lot of effort to recognize who the two heads belonged to.
"What time is it?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
Dugu Qiu and Xiaobai looked at each other, neither of them dared to speak first.
"It's time to go to court, isn't it?"
Wen Zheliu was not someone who could be easily fooled. He glanced at the sky outside, gently placed Xueyu on the blanket, and extended his hand to Xiaobai: "Help me up."
Xiaobai wanted to ask, "Are you feeling okay?", but was worried that asking this question would interfere with state affairs, so he had to shut up at Dugu Qiu's signal. When he was changing Wen Zheliu's clothes, he pinched the cloth belt and couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Your Majesty, the baby is already older and cannot be confined. You absolutely must not bind the abdomen anymore."
Although Wen Zheliu was pregnant with a single baby, the child was large, almost as big as two. His limbs were thin, and his belly, which was stuck in the middle, seemed to bulge out abruptly.
"Then keep it." Wen Zheliu said in a light voice.
He just wants his child to be safe.
Any remaining empty formalities can be ignored.
Wen Zheliu was still wearing the dragon robe he usually wore after ascending the throne, but as soon as he appeared outside, not only the servants carrying the sedan chair, but even Dugu Qiu, who had seen many storms, showed surprise.
He no longer concealed his belly to test everyone's attitude. It was really a risky move, just like the great Sima in the Central Plains!
The sedan bearers whispered to each other.
When Wen Zheliu first arrived in Xiyue, her waist was so thin that it could not even be held in one hand.
Even though he has been suffering from abdominal distension recently, the curvature is only slightly noticeable and is not a problem.
How come your belly is so big after not seeing you for half a day?
Could it be that the sky was dark and their eyes were blurry?
Dugu Qiu and Xiaobai stood on Wen Zheliu's sides, one on the left and one on the right. They looked solemn and would not allow the sedan bearer to be distracted any longer.
"Lift the sedan—"
The sedan chair swayed slowly as it went towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Wen Zheliu sat high on the dragon throne and listened to the whispers of hundreds of officials below.
"Your Majesty, is... you pregnant?"
"Sir Shangguan, you can't say such things carelessly!"
"I'm not just talking nonsense. Take a good look at your majesty's stomach. It's like a huge pot is on top of it. How could this be just ordinary bloating from indigestion?"
They spoke one after another, and every word they uttered reached Wenzheliu's ears without deviation.
He glanced at everyone's expressions and pursed his thin lips.
There is nothing wrong with revealing the child's background in public.
She is about to give birth, and the child will be born sooner or later.
She was his child, and she couldn't be like a sewer rat, hiding all day long.
Since he is her biological father, he must give her an identity that she can see in public. In the future, if He Jiuyue is willing to take the child back to Central Plains, the child will be a treasure of both countries. If He Jiuyue is unwilling, he will take the child back and raise her himself. She is He Jiuyue's biological flesh and blood, and also his.
If mother doesn't love me, father can no longer stop loving me.
It was he who planned everything and brought her into this world. He couldn't just give birth to her but also raise her.
No matter whether the child is a girl or a boy, strong or weak, she is the apple of his eye, and she must be a noble princess in Xiyue.
She is a precious girl and should not be the target of gossip.
Since the minister already had a guess in his mind, it would be better for him to tell the child's background himself rather than hiding it any further and letting others find out.
It not only gives the child a status, but also is equivalent to giving the Murong clan who supported him to the throne a reassurance that "my child has the blood of the Central Plains flowing in his body, and I will never fight against the Central Plains. The child is He Jiuyue's bloodline, and she may spare Xiyue for the sake of the child."
"My dear ministers, do you know He Jiyue?"
Wen Zheliu's short sentence stumped those who clearly knew the answer.
The turbulent lake of noise in the court seemed to have been immobilized by some otherworldly master, and not even a ripple could be created.
What a joke! He Jiuyue might be unknown in the Central Plains, but she is a household name in Xiyue.
She led the Red Armor Army to invade Western Yue several times, but she did not occupy any cities, let alone burn, kill, or loot. It was more like a game of chess with courtesy and reciprocity rather than a war. Everyone in Western Yue, from officials to ordinary people, knew her.
She had lost a few battles when leading troops, but as a person, she was truly flawless. She did not kill the old, weak, sick or disabled, but only killed the Western Vietnamese soldiers who came forward to fight her.
The late emperor Situ Yun was warlike and conscripted tens of thousands of civilians in an attempt to crush He Jiuyue with human wave tactics.
He Jiuyue didn't even blink and stepped forward with a knife.
A few moments later, the battlefield was filled with smoke and blood. The West Vietnamese army suffered heavy losses, but He Jiuyue remained standing.
Murong Xuan knew that she could not compete with He Jiuyue. She respected and feared this rising star and could not bear to fight her again. She finally persuaded Situ Yun not to fight anymore.
They went west to show weakness to the Central Plains and paid annual tribute. He Jiyue returned to the capital of the Central Plains to support her husband.
This husband who is locked up in a golden house seems to be the current emperor who is pregnant.
Could it be...
Wen Zheliu paused and continued.
"This child is mine and He Jiyue's."
All the civil and military officials were stunned.
What? What is your majesty talking about?
Their Majesty, who was as cold as a flower on a high mountain and had rejected countless women, had been pregnant for several months without anyone noticing before marrying Murong Jin.
This child must have the same surname as He Jiuyue!
Even though they respected He Jiuyue, who was known for his gentleness and aura, they had not forgotten that He Jiuyue was a general from the enemy country. Xiyue and the Central Plains were old enemies!
The two countries fought for hundreds of years, but only stopped because of their own interests.
According to Your Majesty, it is...
For a moment, all the ministers fell silent, not daring to discuss with their colleagues Wen Zheliu's big belly, Murong Jin's cuckold, and He Jiuyue who had picked up the flower without knowing when. They just stared with their eyes wide open, staring at the small piece of land at their toes.
Wen Zheliu covered his stomach with his hands.
"She will be the prince of Xiyue and will be included in the Xiyue Jade Disc. Do you all know this?"
The ministers dared not say anything and knelt down together.
"Your Majesty is wise."
Wen Zheliu had just said "Stand up" when a slight "boo" sound was heard. Before he could react, a warm torrent like a bursting dam slid down unstoppably.
What happened? Did he drown?
This doesn't seem right. Would normal incontinence be like this, completely unstoppable?
"Your Majesty, I have something to report." The minister below him kept silent and digested the matter for a while. After some persuasion, he said that he had figured out the life experience of the child in Wen Zheliu's belly and wanted to report the government affairs to Wen Zheliu.
An inexplicable pain gradually arose, spreading from the abdomen like a vine.
Wen Zheliu was surprised, but did not show it on his face.
"you say."
"According to reports from the border, the unrest in the Central Plains is about to subside..."
The official at the foot of the jade steps spoke at a moderate pace, and what he said was even related to the Central Plains where He Jiuyue was. However, Wen Zheliu was too distressed to listen because of the pain. He used the table as a cover to secretly observe the situation.
Xiyue is located in the northwest of the Central Plains, but it is hot in summer and people wear light clothes.
No matter how afraid of the cold Wen Zheliu was, he only wore a single layer of clothing.
At this moment, I really can't get any help from heaven or earth.
The colic became more severe, and Wen Zheliu's heart sank.
It doesn’t matter whether he is in pain or not. What matters is whether she will notice it.
The officials below seemed completely unaware.
Wen Zheliu took a silent glance and slowly clenched his fists.
There is red.
Oh no, why at this time...-----------------------
The author has something to say: I am very healthy. The tonic is blocking me again [burst into tears]
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