Zhen Huan believed in Wen Shichu's medical skills and also believed that Wen Shichu would never deceive her.
If the emperor were truly in trouble, it should have been after Wen Shichu took his pulse.
An Lingrong said, "I don't have any solid evidence, but this kind of thing is obvious at a glance."
"Everyone says that not being able to have children is a woman's problem, but it's possible for one or two to be unable to conceive. With so many concubines in the harem, are they all going to ruin their health?"
"It has been almost three years since Consort Xin miscarried, and she has not been able to conceive again in that time."
Zhen Huan glanced cautiously at Sun Miaoqing, whose gaze drifted away unnaturally. So much time had passed; it was impossible for her to readily admit it.
Zhen Huan finally understood why Sun Miaoqing insisted on adopting the Fifth Prince; she must have known this secret all along.
But then she thought again and realized something was wrong. She was destined to have children, but now that the emperor was dying, what would happen to her children?
Zhen Huan was completely listless, like a small white flower drifting in the wind, her whole being exuding a sense of brokenness, making people feel sorry for her.
"My life is so bitter..."
[Huanhuan is really...]
Why be so rigid? If this one doesn't work, just find another. If you don't like Prince Guo, there are so many guards to choose from.
[If you don't like those in the palace, there are always options outside. But if you ask me, marrying a man and managing the household is nowhere near as comfortable as being a wealthy and powerful widow.]
[After the big fat orange cat is gone in a few years, I'll send you all out of the palace. Then I can just kidnap whoever I fancy and have a one-night stand with her; any children you have will be yours alone.]
[Tall or short, fat or thin, scholar or warrior, we have it all, so why worry about not having men...]
The sadness that Zhen Huan had just begun to feel suddenly vanished. A blush crept onto her cheeks, like a ripe pomegranate on a tree.
My sister Sun is really...
What was she thinking? She wasn't the kind of womanizer who would kidnap anyone she fancied.
However, having a child through artificial insemination...
She didn't actually want to have a child with the big fat orange cat; she just had no other choice before.
She's not even twenty yet, and in a few years she'll be in her early twenties, the prime of her youth.
If we can really leave the palace then, whoever wants to live in this square palace can live there.
Even the most precious treasures will be taken back by the Imperial Household Department once people are gone.
You can't take anything with you when you're born, and you can't take it with you when you die. All that so-called imperial power and wealth is nothing more than this.
When An Lingrong thought back to when she first guessed this, she cried bitterly for her future.
Seeing Zhen Huan upset, he, who was usually the most composed person, was now red with anger and felt even more guilty.
She was ultimately selfish. In fact, if she had just expressed her desire to raise the Fourth Prince, Zhen Huan and Shen Meizhuang would not have competed with her for him.
An Lingrong said, "When I first had my suspicions, I didn't want to believe it. I always felt that I was wrong, that it wasn't that he couldn't, but that he was too old and it wasn't so easy for him."
"But there's been no result for so long, so even if there's still a chance, it's probably not much. I only dared to speak up today after you mentioned having offspring."
"Now that there are no imperial heirs with birth mothers, the only one left is the Fourth Prince in the Yuanmingyuan Garden. What are your thoughts, Sister Huan?"
Zhen Huan immediately understood. In the past, although she knew that this was not An Lingrong's fault and was grateful that she was honest with her, she would still have been somewhat bothered by it.
In any case, it concerns the rest of their lives.
But right now, all she could think about was being able to leave the palace after the emperor's death; she had no interest in the matter of the imperial heirs.
The dowager concubine who raises princes and the dowager concubine who has no children are completely different things.
Seeing An Lingrong's cautiousness, Zhen Huan said, "Lingrong, I know you like the Fourth Prince very much."
“He was all alone in the Yuanmingyuan, and it would be wonderful if he could have a mother like you to take care of him.”
An Lingrong was deeply moved upon hearing this. She could tell that Zhen Huan's words were sincere and that she did not blame her.
"Thank you, Sister Huan. It's my fault; I'm far inferior to you."
Zhen Huan said, "No matter what, we will always be sisters."
Sun Miaoqing said, "Once we leave this room, we must never mention this again."
"Otherwise, if he finds out he has a hidden illness, he'll become so suspicious that he won't be able to live a normal life from now on."
An Lingrong and Zhen Huan both nodded, but after a while, Zhen Huan hesitated and said, "In the past, it was difficult to produce imperial heirs, but there were many pregnant concubines, but most of them could not give birth."
“But if none of the concubines get pregnant, even if we don’t mention it, others can guess, and he himself probably has his own doubts.”
"What if the imperial physician notices something..."
Since she was destined to have a child with the emperor, but things have turned out this way, it is clearly not fate but human intervention.
If there's no suspicion, fine; but once suspicion arises, there's nothing that can't be uncovered.
Although it has nothing to do with those few girls, if it really gets involved, the entire harem might not be able to escape unscathed.
Hearing this, An Lingrong also became worried. They had used many methods before, especially her illicit perfumes...
"Sister Huan is right. Now we can only hope that no hotheads will come out of the Imperial Hospital."
Even the most sensible imperial physicians dared not tell the emperor such a thing. Because regardless of whether the illness could be cured or not, if they dared to tell the truth, they would surely die.
Sun Miaoqing said, "Don't worry, if it could be diagnosed, the imperial physicians would have known long ago, and there would be no need to wait until now."
“It’s only natural that he can’t have children because he’s too old; he won’t think about anything else.”
Besides, Fatty Hua wouldn't give him that chance...
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