Chapter 83: Usurping the Throne "Wen Zheliu, you bastard, you have a wicked heart! ...
He couldn't even take off his boots by himself. Could it be that because of his pregnancy, he went from being a healthy person to a disabled person?
No, he can't be abolished.
It's useless. He Jiuyue doesn't like him anymore.
Wen Zheliu held his breath and insisted on bending down to take off the boots himself.
But the belly is across the middle, like the towering mountains separating the Central Plains and Western Yue, a natural barrier that makes it difficult for the two sides to interact with each other and can only turn against each other with swords.
Wen Zheliu was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat, but the problem was still not solved.
This damn stomach!
He was so angry that he put his hands on the soft belly and pressed down to see the toes, but he was knocked to the ground by a piercing pain. His legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees due to exhaustion.
Really, you can’t hit me or scold me.
"Ugh!" Wen Zheliu half-squatted, finally recovering and ready to fight again.
But I never thought that my calves would also hurt so much.
Helplessly, he had to call Xiaobai in, sit on the chair with his buttocks against it, grit his teeth and endure the pain, and let Xiaobai take off his boots, which solved the urgent problem.
"If Your Highness wants to take off the boots, you can just call your subordinates in. Why do you have to do it yourself?" Xiaobai first took out a silk cloth and gently wiped the sweat from Wen Zheliu's forehead, then carefully put the boots away, feeling very distressed.
"I'm not a useless person."
However, by the time he took off his shoes, Wen Zheliu was already panting from exhaustion.
He lowered his voice to a very low level, not sure if he was asking Xiaobai or himself: "Can't I even take off my boots?"
Xiaobai didn't dare to say anything.
"Bring me the bronze mirror." Wen Zheliu hooked his finger.
Wen Zheliu used a bronze mirror to take a look under the watermelon-like pregnant belly, and his black pupils widened slightly. At first, he could only see the upper part of the pregnant belly and thought it was all snow-white. Unexpectedly, there were several fine lines underneath.
I say it is thin because these stripes are no thicker than the little finger, and are definitely not caused by a three-finger-wide corset.
But he didn't touch anything.
Could it be that this belly grew by itself?
It's strange, my belly is fine, but it has wrinkles on its own? Could something have happened to the baby?
As soon as I thought about it, my stomach started to hurt.
Wen Zheliu was so worried about missing the chance to save the fetus that he barely even caught his breath before telling Xiaobai, "Go quickly and get the Imperial Physician Helan."
Soon, Helan Yuan arrived with a medicine box.
She felt Wen Zheliu's pulse but didn't understand the key point. She was confused. "Your Highness's pregnancy is stable and her complexion is rosy. Forgive my humble knowledge and I can't tell what's wrong with Your Highness. I wonder why Your Highness called me here?"
Wen Zheliu held his belly with one hand and held the bronze mirror with the other.
"What's with the lines on my belly?"
"So that's what your Highness is worried about. I was negligent." Helan Yuan took out a bottle of medicated oil from the medicine box. "Don't worry, your Highness. This is nothing new. Every pregnant man's belly gets bigger, and it's easy for him to get stretch marks on his belly. Just apply some oil and rub it in."
So that's how it is.
Wen Zheliu couldn't wait for Xiaobai, so he reached out and took the medicinal oil, poured it into his palm, and then put it on his stained belly.
"Thank you, Imperial Physician."
"Your Highness, wait a minute." Remembering Wen Zheliu's words "Men and women should not touch each other", Helan Yuan did not look at him without paying any attention to his obviously bulging belly. He was about to bow and retreat, but he caught Wen Zheliu rubbing his abdomen in circles with his palm, and he stopped again.
"Don't rub your belly in circles like this. It's very likely to cause the umbilical cord to get wrapped around, which is not conducive to delivery."
He paused when he heard Zheliu.
He was so busy smoothing out the wrinkles on his belly that he forgot about the child inside.
He moved gently, looking thoughtful: "I've learned a lesson."
"Your Highness, there is no need to be too anxious. I have visited the little prince and he is very strong. Your Highness looks so good in the late stages of pregnancy. It is likely that the mother is strong and healthy, which is why the child is developing so well.
"However, if the baby is large, it may get stuck in the birth canal. If Your Highness has some free time, you can walk around the East Palace more often to open up your hips and facilitate childbirth."
Helan Yuan covered his mouth, as if secretly laughing: "Your Highness, please be at ease. This child will definitely be born safely."
The tone of this experienced person is like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea, always giving some comfort to inexperienced newcomers.
Wen Zheliu smiled faintly: "Thank you for your good words."
After letting Xiaobai send Helan Yuan away, Wen Zheliu stared at the snow-white pregnant belly, and the smile on his lips grew wider.
The little baby was so lively at first, like a fish blowing bubbles, always moving around in his stomach, but now that it is about to leave him, it has become lazy.
Maybe he was gathering his strength for the day he was born.
Both the father and the daughter will be safe.
She is now more than seven months pregnant.
It was early winter when I became pregnant with this devil in my belly, and now it is midsummer.
Outside, cicadas were chirping in the trees and the red sun was high in the sky. If you moved under the sun, you would break out in a sweat after just a few steps. There was little wind and the heat was accumulating. After a whole day, it was so stuffy that you didn't want to move.
To cool down, ice was placed in every palace room.
Only the East Palace has slightly fewer.
Wen Zheliu was weak and afraid of cold, so even in the hot summer, he would wear a thin long gown over his shoulders.
Helan heard that walking more often would be beneficial for childbirth after a long journey. Wen Zheliu stayed in the East Palace alone. When she didn't need to wear a belly binder, she would hold up her big belly, which was bulging out like a certain arc due to her clothes, with one hand, and put the other hand behind her waist, and walk slowly in the main hall.
He has insufficient qi and blood, always feels chest tightness and shortness of breath, and is usually lazy to move.
It's even more unbearable now with a big belly and the heat.
Although Wen Zheliu was afraid of cold and always hid in the ice placed indoors, he could not stand the cold or the heat. When he was hit by the heat, he felt dizzy and unable to eat. He could still attend court in the morning, but he vomited in the afternoon and could not get out of bed.
"Your Highness, please eat something..." Xiaobai watched from the side, feeling anxious.
In just a few hours, His Highness had already vomited out all the bitter bile. How could this continue?
"Ugh!" Wen Zheliu vomited again.
Tears streamed down his face, and he didn't care about the tears falling. He bent his body and used all his strength to drive out the heat from his body.
This kid is so annoying.
She ordered him to walk around for days, which not only made his waist and legs sore, but she also urged him to bask in the sun to replenish his yang energy. She finally made him fall down on the bed exhausted, and then he was attacked by the heat. He has been pregnant for several months, and he is still like this now. What will happen when the day of delivery comes?
Wen Zheliu had not been seen in the imperial study for three or five days. Situ Yun sent Dugu Qiu to ask several times, but to no avail, so he went there in person.
"Helan Yuan, if the Crown Prince was just suffering from the heat stroke, why would he have been complaining of being weak and aching for days, unable to get out of bed? What else could be causing this?"
Helan Yuan replied respectfully.
"Your Highness has suffered from the summer heat, and his stomach and intestines are uncomfortable. However, Your Highness is weak and cannot tolerate a large amount of heat-clearing and heat-relieving herbs at once. I am still adjusting the prescription. Your Highness should be well again in a while."
"That's good," Situ Yun's gaze shifted back to the bed, staring at Wen Zheliu, his eyebrows twisted into a knot. "What's going on with your stomach?"
Wen Zheliu was startled.
He felt uncomfortable and fell asleep. Situ Yun came suddenly again, and for a moment, he even forgot to cover his stomach.
The belly is so big that anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is definitely not just bloating caused by indigestion.
But she is pregnant.
Did Situ Yun find out even though he tried so hard to hide it?
However, it is also good this way. He has the intention of seizing power and usurping the throne, and he is pregnant with a blood-related child who he must protect. He has to come clean.
When he heard about the willow being broken, he said nothing but winked at Dugu Qiu.
In the blink of an eye, the cold blade was placed at Situ Yun's throat.
"Dugu Qiu, what are you doing?" Situ Yun never expected that the servant he trusted most and who had served him closely for many years would one day raise the murderous knife against him. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out.
"Your Majesty, I am only following orders." Dugu Qiu lowered his eyes, "But now, I shouldn't call you Your Majesty."
Situ Yun's eyes were wide open with anger, like a dying wolf struggling.
"Wen Zheliu, was this a good deed you did?"
Wen Zheliu nodded: "Not bad."
His pupils showed neither joy nor sorrow.
"How dare you touch your mother?" Situ Yun cursed. "Rebellious son! It's true that men are no good, let alone a bastard. I really trusted Xuan Kong wrongly, thinking you had the talent to govern the country. By bringing you back to Xiyue, I gave you the opportunity to take advantage of me!"
After all, her belly was completely exposed, so Wen Zheliu simply didn't use a cloth belt to tie it up.
He held the bottom of the round pregnant belly with one hand and rested the other hand on the back of the waist, just like a husband who had received the blessing of his wife and was resisting his mother who had oppressed him for a long time.
"Your Majesty, your words are biased. Imperial Master Xuankong's prediction is true. Although I have failed you, I will never fail Xiyue. If you had not abdicated and given way to a virtuous person, how could I, your son, ever have the opportunity to display my talent for governing the world?"
"You, you!" Situ Yun spat out blood.
She was pinned to the ground by Dugu Qiu, her crown tilted and her gray hair fluttered in the air.
Wen Zheliu looked down at the once all-powerful emperor with an indifferent expression.
"Mother Queen, you are old."
Situ Yun's voice was hoarse, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth as he spoke intermittently: "That's better than you, a heartless and rebellious son!"
Wen Zheliu shook his head slightly.
"You have been in office for many years and have worked hard. Please take good care of yourself in the future. I will take care of everything for you."
"Murong Xuan——" Situ Yun yelled.
Murong Xuan came over in response.
"Your Majesty, I am here." She was wearing heavy armor and knelt on one knee to salute, but the direction she was kneeling was not Situ Yun, but Wen Zheliu.
"You've come just in time."
Wen Zheliu raised his hand and slowly motioned Xiaobai, who was waiting on the side, to come over and button up his coat.
"The Emperor is crazy about gain and loss, you can do whatever you want."
What else can I do? Only the dead can shut up.
Murong Xuan still had some feelings for her former master. She drew out her sword and stabbed Situ Yun with one blow, giving him a quick death.
But Situ Yun was still mumbling before he died.
"Wen Zheliu, you're a bastard with Central Plains blood mixed in. You're pregnant with a little bastard, and now you're trying to incite those around me to rebel, murder my mother, and force me to abdicate. You're truly a dark soul, devoid of even a shred of light! I curse you to be forever without love, abandoned by everyone and everyone!"
Dugu Qiu said nothing and pressed Situ Yun's mute xue.
Several eyes were cast at Wen Zheliu, who was at the center of the storm, but there was no expression on Wen Zheliu's face.
Dugu Qiu winked at Xiaobai, and Xiaobai immediately understood. He racked his brains and gently persuaded Wen Zheliu.
"Your Majesty, don't listen to her nonsense. What you are carrying in your belly is the prince who will rule the world in the future. It is the fruit of your love and affection with the princess, not a bastard."
His words may not be very sophisticated, but they are full of sincerity and emotion, which makes Wen Zheliu feel comfortable.
"rational."
He nodded when he heard about the willow being broken.
He Jiuyue is one of the best women in the world.
Her children are naturally the best.
Rather than the bastard that Situ Yun mentioned.
He didn't take the filth that came out of Situ Yun's mouth to heart at all.
Murong Xuan watched from the side and saw that the late emperor had passed away without causing any commotion at Wen Zheliu. She breathed a sigh of relief and presented the golden dragon robe with both hands.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty, on being crowned with the dragon robe. From now on, the purple aura of Western Yue will flow from the East, and the country will be peaceful and prosperous!"
Xiaobai took the dragon robe and carefully put it on Wen Zheliu.
Wen Zheliu had a handsome appearance, with thin willow-like eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. At first glance, he looked like a delicate and vulnerable housewife. But when he put on the dragon robe, the murderous aura hidden under his bright face burst out.
He was no longer the noble young man who was high and mighty and indifferent to worldly affairs, but a chess player with blood on his palms who thought three steps ahead before making a move.
"Spread the news of my ascension to the throne to the Central Plains."
Wen Zheliu raised his head slightly and let Xiaobai tie the golden rope tightly under his chin.
"Remember, make sure to let He Jiyue know."
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