Steal my marriage? Turn around and marry the tyrant to take the throne

Chapter 1617 Shen Zhinian's Pregnancy is Stable (Bonus Chapter for 248 Million Donation Points)

She struggled and cried out, but no one paid any attention.

Or perhaps she gave birth to the child with great difficulty, but the more she looked at the child's features, the less he resembled His Majesty, and the more he resembled...

People around them pointed and whispered.

His Majesty's furious gaze seemed to want to tear her apart!

"Do not--!!!"

Consort Feng suddenly woke up, her clothes soaked with cold sweat, her chest heaving violently.

Qiu Yan, who was on night duty, hurriedly lifted the curtain and lit a candle: "My lady, are you having another nightmare?"

In the candlelight, Consort Feng's face was ashen, and her eyes were filled with panic.

She grabbed Qiuyan's hand and asked fearfully, "Qiuyan, did you hear anything?!"

"Is someone outside?!"

The wild geese listened intently, but could only hear the mournful sound of the night wind.

She gently comforted her, "My lady, there was no other sound, it was just the wind."

"You must have been overthinking these days and have been frightened. Tomorrow I will ask the imperial physician to come and take a look and prescribe some calming medicine."

Consort Feng did not let go, and murmured, "After Lady Chu was banished to the Cold Palace, was she also so afraid that she couldn't sleep?"

Qiu Yan, puzzled, advised, "My lady, the Chu family's misfortune has nothing to do with you."

"You are now carrying the emperor's child, and are someone His Majesty values ​​highly. You must take good care of yourself and not have any wild thoughts!"

A bitter smile appeared on Consort Feng's lips: "The heir to the throne..."

Even she herself didn't know whose blood was flowing in the veins of the child in her womb...

But what's done is done, and she had no choice but to bury this secret deep in her heart, hoping to deceive everyone.

In the following days, Consort Feng became noticeably haggard.

She lost her appetite and couldn't sleep at night.

Even though the imperial physician prescribed a calming and soothing medicine, Consort Feng could only sleep for a short while after taking it, and would wake up at the slightest noise.

The dark circles under her eyes became more and more obvious, and her cheeks, which had become fuller due to pregnancy, quickly became thinner.

Qiu Yan was so anxious that she paced back and forth, but she couldn't find the reason. All she could do was try different ways to stew nourishing foods and take good care of her.

That day, Qiuyan carried a small bowl and gently advised, "My lady, this is bird's nest porridge that the kitchen just cooked. Please have some."

Consort Feng leaned against the pillow and shook her head: "I have no appetite."

Qiu Yan's eyes reddened: "How can your body take it if you don't eat or drink like this? Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the little master in your belly."

When the child was mentioned, Consort Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and she finally reached out and took the porcelain cup.

But when the porridge was brought to her lips, she felt nauseous again. She managed to swallow two mouthfuls, but couldn't eat any more.

She put down her bowl and suddenly asked, "Qiuyan, have you heard any rumors these past few days? About the Chu family, or... about me?"

Qiu Yan was taken aback and said, "No."

"My lady, no one has mentioned the Chu family's affairs for a long time. As for our Ruixue Pavilion, everything is as usual. His Majesty even told you to take good care of yourself during your pregnancy."

Consort Feng felt no relief upon hearing this; instead, she felt even more uneasy.

The more His Majesty showed her concern, the more uneasy she felt.

If the truth is revealed in the future, her sins will seem even more grave, and His Majesty's wrath will be even greater...

"Autumn geese..."

Consort Feng suddenly grabbed Qiu Yan's hand and said uneasily, "Tell me... if someone commits an unforgivable crime, should they confess and beg for leniency? Or should they grit their teeth and gamble that no one will know?"

Although Qiu Yan didn't understand what her mistress meant, she still sensed danger.

She knelt by the bed and asked, "My lady, what are you worried about?"

"This servant is foolish, but I know that in the palace, some things... are better left unsaid than known, and better left unsaid than said."

"Your most important task now is to give birth to the imperial heir safely. As long as the young master is born healthy, you will be a hero. Even if you have made some minor mistakes in the past, His Majesty will forgive you for the sake of the imperial heir."

Lady Feng's eyes were filled with despair.

If this child is not of royal blood at all, then it is a heinous crime!

This is deceiving the emperor and corrupting the palace!

Where is there any room for leniency?

Consort Feng closed her eyes: "I'm tired and want to rest for a while. You can go out now."

Qiu Yan looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally silently withdrew, gently closing the door behind her.

Consort Feng opened her eyes, tears silently streaming down her face.

Now that things have come to this, she has no way out but to gamble.

I'm betting this secret will never be discovered.

They were gambling that the child's appearance wouldn't reveal any flaws after birth.

……

Yongshou Palace.

Shen Zhinian leaned against the warm couch by the window, covered with a soft fox fur blanket.

She closed her eyes slightly to rest, and placed her hand on her lower abdomen.

It's been three months.

Unlike when she was pregnant with Ah-Xu, this pregnancy seems to be quieter.

Apart from occasional nausea upon waking and some drowsiness during the day, I don't have much discomfort.

It was due to Tang Luochuan's proper treatment, and also because her state of mind was different now.

Shen Zhinian was already an Imperial Noble Consort, her position was secure, and her maternal family was powerful. The child in her womb brought her more joy than the anxiety of walking on thin ice.

"Your humble servant pays respects to Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine. May Your Majesty be blessed with good health and happiness!"

Tang Luochuan, carrying a medicine box, stood a few steps away, bowing.

The young imperial physician, dressed in his official robes, appeared even paler, yet his features were exquisitely handsome. However, his eyes always held a lingering melancholy.

"Imperial Physician Tang has arrived."

Shen Zhinian sat up slightly, and Handan quickly placed a soft pillow behind her back.

"Your Majesty, this humble servant has come to inquire about your health."

Tang Luochuan stepped forward and sat down on the brocade stool in front of the soft couch, taking out a pulse pillow. After washing his hands, he gently placed his fingertips on the silk handkerchief on Shen Zhinian's wrist.

He lowered his eyes and focused his mind. After a moment, he withdrew his hand and said, "The Imperial Noble Consort's pulse is smooth and strong, the fetus is stable, and the dragon fetus is developing very well. Her morning sickness has been greatly reduced compared to last month, and it should completely subside in a few more days."

Shen Zhinian smiled slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Physician Tang."

"This is my duty."

Tang Luochuan stood up and took out a small celadon bottle from his medicine box: "This is a new pill I have prepared. It is mainly for calming the mind and stabilizing the pregnancy, while also replenishing qi and blood. Your Highness, take one pill every morning. If you feel chest tightness or nausea, you can also take one pill by the mouth for relief."

Han Dan stepped forward, took it, and carefully put it away.

Tang Luochuan added with concern, "Now that the pregnancy is stable, Your Majesty can move around appropriately, which will be beneficial for childbirth. However, you still need to be careful not to overwork yourself, and it is most important to keep a cheerful mood."

"I know."

Shen Zhinian nodded: "Imperial Physician Tang, in your opinion, this pregnancy..."

Although she didn't say it explicitly, Tang Luochuan understood what she meant.

The Imperial Noble Consort had some expectations regarding the gender of the child in her womb.

"Your Majesty..."

Tang Luochuan bowed and said, "Although the pulse can reveal some clues, the sex of the fetus is ultimately a matter of fate, and I dare not make a rash judgment."

"but……"