20demayo Chapter 582 Hug 1 Hug Him
Chapter 582 Hug 1 Hug Him
"The Emperor's Holy Might."
An Lingrong poured him another cup of tea.
She wondered to herself: I wonder if Prince Guo can survive three years from now?
No matter what the future holds for Prince Guo, An Lingrong must eliminate the evil spirits that have penetrated deep into the palace.
The birth of the four concubines in the Eastern Six Palaces is undoubtedly the best opportunity.
After the emperor finished talking about Prince Guo, he stopped talking and looked towards the delivery room from time to time.
An Lingrong followed suit.
Looking at the emperor's worried look, she smiled sarcastically in her heart.
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, apart from the late Queen Chunyuan, have you ever truly accommodated anyone else in your heart?
All you care about is offspring!
If Wen Shichu is not capable enough and Shen Meizhuang really does not have the strength to give birth to the child, the imperial physician guarding outside the delivery room will definitely use the most bloody method to ensure the birth of the child.
In this palace, if you take a wrong step, you will be doomed.
An Lingrong took several deep breaths silently, trying to calm herself down.
Just being promoted to Imperial Noble Consort had caused her thoughts to wander to this extent.
The harem has always been a place where winners take all, so she must keep a cool head.
Every time my mother came to the palace, she would talk about the tenants on the farm. When she saw Aunt Xiao going to inspect from afar, she would nod and bow.
What is the difference between her in the harem and those tenants?
From now on, you must treat the emperor with the correct mentality of a tenant.
Her eyes inadvertently swept over Zhen Huan, and the aftertaste of bitter almonds seemed to linger gently on the tip of her tongue again.
At this moment, Zhen Huan was terrified. She had been in the delivery room before and knew that Sister Mei's condition was not good.
If something unfortunately happens to Sister Mei, will Wen Shichu be implicated?
She finally found an opportunity today to sneak into the delivery room and avoid being diagnosed by other imperial doctors.
But if something happens to Wen Shichu, how will she hide the secret in her heart?
Zhen Huan was so flustered that sweat broke out on her head.
Seeing her like this, Concubine Hua, who was looking around bored, curled up a playful smile and raised her chin slightly.
Concubine Qi followed her instructions and wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but suddenly remembered her father's instructions.
The ninth prince was sent by the emperor to be raised by the princes. He was an orphan prince.
She had to behave well in front of the emperor to have the opportunity to raise the child.
So Concubine Qi gritted her teeth and organized her words in her mind several times before she looked at Zhen Huan with concern.
"Empress Zhenfei doesn't look well. Do you need a royal physician to take her pulse?"
Her words broke the silence in the main hall, and everyone's attention was instantly focused on Zhen Huan.
The emperor frowned and questioned.
"Didn't I ask Su Peisheng to invite an imperial physician for you? Why are you still like this?"
"You little dog slave, are you being lazy?"
Su Peisheng was so frightened that he trembled and quickly knelt down to explain.
"Your Majesty, I did send someone to invite the imperial physician for Concubine Zhen, this..."
He was busy investigating the assassin and had no time to pay attention to what happened to Concubine Zhen.
Just when he was at a loss for words, An Lingrong came to the rescue.
"Your Majesty, when I came to Yonghe Palace, I heard that Concubine Zhen was worried about Concubine Hui and followed her all the way to the delivery room. I wonder if that's why she didn't have time to ask the imperial physician to take her pulse?"
Zhen Huan nodded slightly and explained awkwardly.
"Your Majesty, I am fine. It's just that it's a bit hot and stuffy in this palace, so I'm sweating a little."
Just as the emperor was about to say something else, the curtain of the delivery room was gently lifted, and Wen Shichu walked out with a tired look on his face and knelt respectfully on the ground.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Hui is exhausted and unable to cooperate with the nurse during childbirth. I, your humble servant, have boldly used silver needles to stimulate the Concubine's acupuncture points, which have helped her regain some strength. Combined with the medicine I have prescribed, it may be effective."
On his way here, the emperor heard that Shen Meizhuang was in a bad condition.
Even though he had some reservations about Wen Shichu, he had to admit that this guy had some abilities.
Otherwise, she would not have passed the Imperial Hospital's assessment so quickly after the list of selected Concubine Zhen was announced.
"Okay, I'll leave Concubine Hui to you."
Concubine Hua's eyes rolled, and she seemed to have discovered something that everyone had overlooked.
"Doctor Wen, I've heard that acupuncture with silver needles can be harmful to the body. Will your acupuncture treatment on Concubine Hui affect her... dragon fetus?"
She originally wanted to say "Concubine Hui", but Lingrong said that Shen Meizhuang was a silent dog that could kill people when it got angry.
I failed to kill her, so I will be hated by others.
She doesn't want to be a good person for no reason.
As for why she wanted to attack Wen Shichu, the reason was very simple: he was Zhen Huan's man.
An Lingrong silently said "OK" in her heart. Concubine Hua's question was really heartbreaking.
From now on, whenever there is any problem with Shen Meizhuang or the child, the first person the emperor thinks of is Wen Shichu.
Zhen Huan obviously thought of this as well.
But she could only worry about Wen Shichu who was kneeling in the center of the hall.
Wen Shichu didn't think about these things when he was giving acupuncture. After Concubine Hua asked him about it, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He kowtowed heavily before slowly replying.
"Your Majesty, what Concubine Hua said is true. Acupuncture with silver needles will indeed cause some damage to the body. However, when I applied the needles, I did my best to avoid the acupuncture points that would be harmful to the dragon fetus. The silver needles I used have been specially treated, and the acupuncture technique I applied will not cause irreversible harm to Concubine Hui."
Wen Shichu's acupuncture technique with silver needles was inherited from his family. Since he joined the Imperial Hospital, he had never demonstrated it in public.
He knew that Huan'er valued her sister Shen Meiyu, so he softened his heart and used his best skills.
This time it was indeed too risky. He should have sent someone to ask the Imperial Noble Consort for permission before performing the acupuncture.
At least Shen Meizhuang's cry of pain was heard in the delivery room, and the emperor looked at him deeply.
"Since Imperial Physician Wen is so confident in his medical skills, I will trust you for now. But you must remember that the safety of Concubine Hui and the dragon fetus depends on you. If anything goes wrong, you will be held accountable."
"I will obey your order and do my utmost to ensure the safety of Concubine Hui and the dragon fetus."
Chen Pi, who was listening to the conversation outside the hall, felt grateful to Concubine Hua.
The Empress's words tied Wen Shichu to Yonghe Palace.
He no longer has to worry about his own safety.
Chen Pi decided that if Wen Shichu were to die one day, he would burn some paper to pave the way for him.
The main hall fell silent again, waiting for good news from the delivery room.
Inside the delivery room, when Shen Meizhuang noticed that the nanny's hand on her belly was shaking, she began to cooperate with her movements.
Time passed by little by little, and no other sound came from the delivery room except Shen Meizhuang's suppressed cries of pain.
The emperor's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, and An Lingrong didn't dare to send anyone to inquire at this time.
Zhen Huan felt a little uneasy, and she didn't know who she was worried about.
About a quarter of an hour later, Qingju crawled into the main hall, her voice filled with tears.
"Your Majesty, Concubine Hui has given birth to a prince. However... I dare you to go and see him."
The child was born without crying, and an ominous premonition hung over everyone's heart.
The emperor didn't even look at Qingju and hurried towards the delivery room. An Lingrong also jogged after him.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, faint crying sounds were heard.
Shen Meizhuang, who was lying on the bed, struggled to get out of bed when she saw the bright yellow figure.
"Your Majesty, this is your child and mine. Please... hold him."