Stay with me, I rely on the childbearing system to get pregnant and dote on me alone

The system shook its head: "Apart from the initial background information, I can only know what's happening around you. The west wing is too far away from the main hall where you prayed in the afternoon, and I can't sense it."

Cha Jiu could only put this matter aside for the time being.

She exchanged the fake pregnancy potion and pseudo-disease potion with the system.

She couldn't survive the day of drawing blood and copying books.

In the early morning of the next day, when it was just dawn, the nun beside Concubine Hui woke her up loudly outside the door of the west wing.

"Empress Zhaoronghua, please get up. The time has come to copy Buddhist scriptures."

The person keeping watch at night was Wan Xing. She put on her clothes and came out to bless her mother.

"Mammy, Concubine Zhaoronghua has been feeling unwell since she got up last night. Could you please report back to Concubine Zhaoronghua so that we can avoid copying scriptures today and allow our master to take a rest?"

The nun said harshly: "Empress Zhaoronghua, this Buddhist scripture was copied to pray for your majesty and the emperor's heirs. What do you mean by your excuse?"

Cha Jiu's weak voice sounded in the room: "Please report back to the imperial concubine first. I am indeed ill today, and this is not an excuse. If the imperial concubine insists on letting me go, I will go over."

Grandma curled her lips and could only take this trip.

Over there, Concubine Hui was dressing up in front of the mirror. After hearing her grandmother's reply, she raised her eyebrows: "Is she really sick?"

Mammy: "This slave is almost out of breath listening to her voice. I'm afraid she's seriously ill."

Concubine Hui breathed out the turbid air in her chest briskly and sneered: "It's better to be sick. It's better to copy the scriptures while sick. If you die in this Taihua Palace, your ancestors will fulfill my wish."

"Tell her to get up and come over. If she doesn't come, I will invite the Queen Mother to punish her for being disrespectful, unfaithful and unfilial!"

Chajiu had long known that Concubine Hui would definitely not forgive her for taking this day off.

This was just what she wanted.

Before going out, she secretly took a fake pregnancy potion and chose the signs of pregnancy for more than two months.

In the main prayer hall of Taihua Hall, the Queen Mother and Concubine Hui arrived early.

Everyone saw Cha Jiu's sloppy steps and pale face, and knew that her illness was not an excuse.

The Queen Mother just turned a blind eye and said sternly: "The most important thing in praying is sincerity. You have only been copying scriptures for a day, and you behave like this. How can the Buddha and ancestors protect you?"

Cha Jiu admitted his mistake on the surface, but felt funny on the inside.

If the Buddha doesn't protect her, a person who honestly supports Yu Wenyuan, will he also protect you two people who are vicious and full of schemes?

The old nun with a frosty face came to collect blood again.

Cha Jiu pretended to extend his hand, but saw the right moment and fainted.

"Empress!" Wanxing exclaimed, coming over to help her.

Concubine Hui was also stunned. She fainted before it even started?

"Ah, Zhao Ronghua is bleeding from below!"

The sharp-eyed nanny on the side pointed at Cha Jiu's dirty dress and shouted.

Suddenly, there was a panic in the prayer hall.

The Queen Mother frowned and felt something bad in her heart: "Please ask the doctor to come over!"

Zhao Ronghua's signs looked like... she had a miscarriage.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, there is absolutely no way anyone in this palace is pregnant with the emperor's child!

When leaving the palace to pray for blessings, two imperial doctors would accompany him to prevent his master from getting sick.

After receiving the news, they rushed over to check Chajiu's pulse.

After the false pregnancy potion triggers miscarriage, the user will fall into a state of conscious consciousness and physical coma.

The symptoms of pseudo-disease medicine can also appear in the pulse.

Therefore, after the diagnosis, the two imperial doctors came to the same conclusion.

"Reporting to the Empress Dowager, Empress Zhaoronghua is more than two months pregnant. However, due to excessive qi deficiency and fatigue, the fetal shape has already..."

The Queen Mother suddenly scratched Concubine Hui's hand that was supporting her and asked eagerly: "How is it?"

The imperial doctor shook his head: "There is no way to save the day."

The Queen Mother staggered.

She didn't care about the child in Zhao Ronghua's belly, but nothing could happen to this child in her hands!

Otherwise, who will bear Yu Wenyuan's overwhelming anger?

Concubine Hui supported the Queen Mother and quickly ordered Chunlan beside her: "Send the order, don't make any announcement about Zhao Ronghua's miscarriage!"

Before finding a way to get rid of the relationship, this matter must not be spread back to the palace.

Unfortunately, the hidden guards around him had already taken action and sent people to quickly send this bad news back to the palace.

In less than an hour, Yu Wenyuan came flying from the palace with a team of people.

Frost surged around his body as he walked into the prayer hall.

In order to prevent the news from leaking out, the Queen Mother and Concubine Hui did not allow Chajiu's palace attendants to take her back to the west wing to rest, but instead let her lie on a hard couch in the simple side hall.

The hard couch had no mattress and was cold and cold. Wanxing and Zhirou were wiping tears at the side.

When the Queen Mother saw Yu Wenyuan appearing here, she was so shocked that she could not speak: "Your Majesty..."

"Does the Queen Mother care about my heir like this?" Yu Wenyuan shouted angrily, and Liang Yu in the entire prayer hall was shocked.

Everyone was silent and cowered, not daring to speak, for fear of being noticed by His Majesty. If someone was displeased, their heads would fall to the ground.

Cha Jiu didn't feel comfortable sleeping on the cold and hard bed, and her body was shaking slightly.

This scene hurt Yu Wenyuan's heart, and he gently covered Cha Jiu with the fox fur he brought, which made him feel better.

"Who took Zhao Ronghua's blood?" Yu Wenyuan looked around with cold, knife-like eyes.

The nuns huddled aside, afraid to admit it.

Master Yuan Chen pushed out the nun who was taking the blood, and said calmly, "Your Majesty, this is the one."

The nun who was pushed out looked back at Yuan Chen in disbelief: "Obviously it was you who asked me to——"

Before she could say the second half of her sentence, Yu Wenyuan had already drawn the sword from his waist and separated her head.

The warm blood sprayed on Master Yuan Chen's face and slid down stickyly.

The head rolled not far away with resentment on it, and there was still the nun's resentful eyes on it, staring closely at Yuan Chen.

Yuan Chen's legs and feet were shaking, feeling both fear and sadness in his heart.

No way, in order to keep the Taihua Palace and her position as abbot, she could only sacrifice one person.

Yuan Chen thought that one life could calm Yu Wenyuan's anger. Such an idea was so naive.

The killing spree of this bloodthirsty emperor has just begun.

Yu Wenyuan picked up Cha Jiu with the gentlest movement. Even if the person in his arms fell into a coma, he unconsciously recognized his breath and crawled into his warm arms.

Yu Wenyuan's frown softened half a moment.

But what followed was a cold word coming out of his mouth.

"Shadow Guards, kill all the nuns in Taihua Hall."

The Queen Mother did not expect that he would go so crazy. She was so angry that she was shaking: "Are you crazy? This is a place to pray for the fate of the country and the royal family. Looking at the portraits of so many ancestors, you actually did such a heinous thing?"