Did Sister Sun miscarry?
An Lingrong was so startled that she stood up, and the teacup in her hand accidentally fell to the ground and shattered into four or five pieces.
Fortunately, after talking for a while, the tea had cooled down, so there was no need to worry about getting burned.
Ignoring all that, An Lingrong hurriedly asked, "How could this happen? Everything was fine, how could Consort Cheng have miscarried?"
An Lingrong was usually quiet and composed, and this was the first time that Shen Meizhuang and Zhen Huan had ever seen her lose her composure like this.
However, considering that they usually had a good relationship with Consort Cheng, and that the emperor's new favorite had suffered a miscarriage, it was indeed no small matter, so it was not surprising that they were shocked.
Since learning that Sun Miaoqing's pregnancy was fake, Shen Meizhuang knew that this day would come sooner or later. She just didn't know who Sun Miaoqing would pin the blame on.
She stood up and took An Lingrong's hand, "Don't be in a hurry, let Caiyue explain carefully."
"Caiyue, please explain what exactly happened."
Caiyue said, "Reporting to Your Highness, Consort Cheng was having trouble with her pregnancy today, so she sent someone to invite the Emperor over."
"The imperial physician said that Consort Cheng was overthinking and had threatened her pregnancy, so she needed to rest and recuperate. Therefore, the Emperor stayed at the Hibiscus Pavilion and kept Consort Cheng company."
"Later, the people in the Hall of Mental Cultivation reported that a minister from the previous dynasty had important matters to discuss with the emperor, so the emperor prepared to leave. However, the Buddhist prayer beads hanging by the bedside somehow fell to the ground, and the emperor stepped on them without noticing."
"Seeing that the Emperor was about to fall, Consort Cheng rushed to help him up, and they both fell to the ground, and blood appeared immediately."
"His Majesty's leg is also injured. Consort Hua and Consort Jing have already gone there. Your Highness, you should go there as well."
Shen Meizhuang nodded. "Go and prepare. I'll be right out."
The Empress was still ill, and Consort Hua was in charge of the inner palace, with Consort Jing assisting her. Regardless of whether she held real power, she had to go after such an incident.
Shen Meizhuang turned to An Lingrong and Zhen Huan and said, "You two chat first, I'll go take a look and then I'll tell you in detail when I get back."
Zhen Huan said, "Alright, Sister Mei, go ahead. Remember to be careful."
Shen Meizhuang replied, "I know, you can rest assured."
After Shen Meizhuang finished speaking, she left in a hurry. An Lingrong paced back and forth in the room, unable to sit still at all.
"Sister Huan, these prayer beads were hanging there properly, how could they suddenly fall to the ground and be stepped on by the Emperor?"
Do you think this was really just an accident?
Zhen Huan said, "I don't know either. Let's wait for Sister Mei to come back. If it really was an accident, there will definitely be clues to find."
Although she was intelligent, she had been staying in Suiyu Pavilion these days and knew only a limited amount of information. Much of her information came from An Lingrong and Shen Meizhuang.
Although the specific details are unknown, this matter sounds strange. But are Sun Miaoqing and the Emperor so easily outmaneuvered?
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After Shen Meizhuang arrived at Furong Pavilion, Zhang Mi was treating the wound on Da Pang Ju's hand.
Consort Hua sat beside the large, fat orange-haired woman, her expression grave as she gazed towards the inner palace. From inside came the cries of pain from Sun Miaoqing.
"This concubine greets Your Majesty and Consort Hua."
Consort Hua said, "Consort Jing went in just now and hasn't come out yet. You should go and see what's going on inside."
Shen Meizhuang glanced at the chubby orange cat, only to see him sitting there with a cold face, his clothes half-undone, revealing his arms, without any further reaction, but his eyes seemed very hurt...
"Yes, Your Majesty understands."
After Shen Meizhuang went inside, Consort Jing was talking with Physician Lu. When she saw Shen Meizhuang coming over, she quickly beckoned her over.
The two saw that Physician Lu had a bright red mark on his hand and was wiping it with a snow-white handkerchief.
Inside the gauze curtains, Sun Miaoqing was sweating profusely from the pain, wailing incessantly. The sheets and blankets were stained with a large amount of blood.
It looks like a crime scene...
Shen Meizhuang frowned. This was too convincing. Wasn't it a fake pregnancy? How could she be bleeding so much? Even a difficult childbirth and postpartum hemorrhage couldn't be worse!
I don't know where she got all this, it's dripping down the sheets!
Seeing such a bloody scene, Consort Jing felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't bear to look at it for even a second. After losing so much blood, was she really still alive?
"Imperial Physician Lu, how is Consort Cheng's condition? Is there any chance of saving the child?"
Physician Lu replied, "In response to Consort Jing's question, Consort Cheng has been feeling anxious and worried these past few days, which has already made her pregnancy unstable. She needs to take medicine and rest."
"This time, in order to save Your Majesty, I fell and my stomach hit the footstool directly. I lost so much blood, this imperial fetus... please forgive my incompetence."
Shen Meizhuang asked, "What about Consort Cheng? Is she in danger?"
Physician Lu said, "Please rest assured, Your Highness, Consort Cheng has always been in good health. Although her condition is not good right now, she is not in any danger to her life."
Consort Jing said, "In that case, I urge Imperial Physician Lu to treat Consort Cheng properly."
Physician Lu replied, "Your Majesty, I understand."
After the two left, Consort Hua asked, "How is the situation? What did the imperial physician say? Is there any chance of saving Sister Sun's unborn child?"
Consort Jing said, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician said that Consort Cheng was already experiencing fetal restlessness, and when she fell, her belly happened to hit the footstool."
"With so much blood loss, the baby was definitely not going to survive. Fortunately, Consort Cheng is in good health, so her life is not in danger."
The chubby orange-haired man lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It is my fault that I have implicated Consort Cheng."
"I don't know either. When I got up, I suddenly felt dizzy, so I reached out to hold onto the bed frame."
"In the midst of the panic, I didn't even notice the thousand-eyed bodhi bead string hanging by the bed. Consort Cheng was also in a hurry to help me up, which is why she fell on the footstool."
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