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Chapter 372: Guar Jia Wen Yuan 56

But unfortunately, he couldn't do anything to her now.

The imperial physician repeatedly reminded me that the fetus was unstable in the first three months and I needed to be very careful.

Although the first three months have passed, he still doesn't dare to do anything to Wen Yuan.

Although Yinzhen was unwilling, he could only suppress his passion and transformed himself into a good husband, taking good care of Wen Yuan.

Seven months pregnant, Wen Yuan's belly was already bulging, like a plump watermelon. Her slender waist was gone, replaced by a rounded curve.

The first thing Yinzhen did after leaving court every day was to go to Yongshou Palace and carefully support Wen Yuan for a walk in the yard.

"Your Majesty, look at me now, do I look like a clumsy duck?" Wen Yuan said coquettishly, stroking her belly.

Yinzhen looked at her like this, his heart softened, and he said softly: "Nonsense, you are obviously my most precious baby."

As he spoke, he gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

After Wen Yuan became pregnant, Yinzhen doted on her even more. Not only did he let her take care of all the affairs of the harem, but he also often took memorials to Yongshou Palace for review, just to be able to spend more time with her...

Shen Meizhuang was anxious and paced back and forth in her palace.

Wen Shichu lowered his head, silent as usual, but his clenched fists revealed his uneasiness at the moment.

"This harem is now dominated by the Guarjia family! The emperor listens to her and dotes on her excessively. Even all the affairs of the six palaces are left to her to manage. How can this be allowed?" Shen Meizhuang frowned, her tone full of unwillingness.

Wen Shichu raised his head upon hearing this, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Lady Hui, you..."

"Shi Chu, have you forgotten our plan?" Shen Meizhuang interrupted him.

"Now the Imperial Concubine is the favorite. If she gives birth to a prince, it will be too late to avenge Huan'er then..."

Wen Shichu hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't help but said: "The Imperial Concubine is now pregnant with the heir, so it is natural that the Emperor loves her more. We..."

"Of course?!" Shen Meizhuang interrupted Wen Shichu.

"Have you forgotten how Huan'er died tragically? Have you forgotten who caused her family to be destroyed? Now that the enemy is right in front of me, you want me to swallow my anger and watch her enjoy unlimited glory?!"

Wen Shichu fell silent, his brows full of pain and struggle.

"Shichu, I know you are soft-hearted, but now the harem is ruled by that evil concubine. If we let her give birth to a prince, then we and Huan'er's revenge will never have a chance to turn things around!" Shen Meizhuang's voice trembled a little, and there was a resolute light in her eyes.

Wen Shichu took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision.

"What do you want me to do?"

Shen Meizhuang wants to attack Wen Yuan when she is giving birth

Shen Meizhuang tightly grasped the teacup in her hand, her knuckles turning white. The tea swayed violently with her movements and eventually spilled onto her luxurious palace robe, but she seemed unaware of it.

"Shichu, what do you think would happen if Guaerjia had a difficult delivery?" She asked in a faint tone, as if she was just asking casually.

Wen Shichu's words echoed in her ears, but she couldn't hear a word of them.

What dragon heir, what favor? In her eyes, that Guaerjia was nothing but a seductive woman who seduced her master!

She monopolized the favor that should have belonged to Huan'er, and now she was going to give birth to a prince, and let the person who killed Huan'er go unpunished? !

Wen Shichu was shocked. He knew Shen Meizhuang too well. This sentence was definitely not a question, but a test and even a hint.

"Lady Hui, you... must not do anything reckless! The Imperial Concubine is now deeply favored by the Emperor. If something goes wrong during her delivery, the first place the Emperor will hold accountable is the Imperial Hospital!" Wen Shichu lowered his voice with a hint of warning in his tone.

"What are you afraid of?!" Shen Meizhuang threw the teacup to the ground. The fine celadon shattered and the fragments flew everywhere, just like her mood at the moment, restless and agitated.

"Who in the harem doesn't know that the emperor obeys the evil concubine and dotes on her excessively? Even if something really happens to her, the emperor won't be able to trace it back to us?!" A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Shen Meizhuang's eyes. She is no longer the innocent Shen Meizhuang. The cruelty of the harem and the death of Zhen Huan have made her understand completely that in this deep palace, if one wants to survive or seek revenge, one must be ruthless!

Wen Shichu looked at the strange woman in front of him with mixed feelings. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

He knew that only revenge could untie Shen Meizhuang's knot.

The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when Wen Yuan was due to give birth.

Inside the Yongshou Palace, imperial doctors were coming in and out, and palace maids were running back and forth. Everyone's face was filled with anxiety and tension, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Wen Yuan's screams became louder and louder, and Yinzhen felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He wished that the person suffering in the bed at this moment was him, instead of his beloved Wen Yuan.

"Ah--!" Wen Yuan's screams almost overturned the glazed tiles of Yongshou Palace. Beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her pale face. She clutched the brocade quilt beneath her tightly, as if she wanted to tear the fine silk into pieces.

"Yuan'er, I'm here, I'm here!" Yinzhen held Wen Yuan's hand, feeling heartbroken and wishing he could bear the pain of childbirth for her.

"Your Majesty, you...you go wait outside. The smell of blood...is disturbing you..." Wen Yuan said intermittently, her voice weak.

"No, I want to accompany you and welcome our child with you!" Yinzhen's eyes were firm and his tone was unquestionable.

As time passed, Wen Yuan's screams gradually weakened, replaced by suppressed moans. Her physical strength was exhausted and her consciousness began to blur.

"Your Majesty, something bad has happened. The Imperial Concubine is hemorrhaging!" The midwife's terrified voice rang out in the hall, breaking the originally tense yet expectant atmosphere.

"what?!"

Yinzhen's face changed drastically, he grabbed the midwife's collar and shouted angrily: "Didn't you say everything was fine?! How could you have a hemorrhage?!"

"This...this...I don't know either!" The midwife was so frightened that she trembled, knelt on the ground and spoke incoherently.

Yinzhen didn't bother to blame the midwife at this time. He looked anxiously at Wen Yuan lying on the bed. Her face was as pale as paper, her breath was weak, and bright red blood kept flowing out from under her body, staining the sheets and Yinzhen's eyes red.

"Useless! They are all a bunch of useless people!!"

Yinzhen roared, threw the midwife to the ground, and rushed to the bedside, holding Wen Yuan's hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Yuan'er... hold on, I will definitely save you..."

Wen Yuan shook her head feebly and said weakly, "It's... it's useless... Your Majesty... I'm afraid I'll have to..."