The male protagonist has no heir? Hurry up and get dressed, the pregnant beauty is here to fuck you

Yuan Zhen stopped looking at Yuan Weiyong and strode out of the palace with Qu Xinyue in his arms.

Yuan Weiyong didn't mind Yuan Zhen's ignorance at all. Today, all the planned goals have been achieved.

And he had asked many imperial doctors before.

For someone like the emperor's uncle who has a difficult time raising an heir, he is extremely lucky to have a child.

It is simply more difficult to get pregnant again than to reach the sky.

Yuan Weiyong is certain that his throne is secure!

Yuan Weiyong, who was feeling proud in his heart for a while, finally had the mood to care about Ruan Ah Mi, who was still lying on the ground and did not dare to move due to fetal contamination.

He frowned, looked at Ruan Ah Mi critically, and asked, "Why are you so careless? What if you hurt my prince?"

Ruan Ah Mi was frightened and injured, and when she was feeling fragile, she wanted Yuan Weiyong to comfort her.

But Yuan Weiyong opened his mouth with accusations, and her heart suddenly felt sour, and tears of grievance fell down her face.

If Ruan Ah Mi, who used to be beautifully dressed, shed tears in front of her eyes, it would make a beauty cry, and she could not help but feel pity for her.

But now Ruan Ah Mi's appearance has been greatly damaged since she became pregnant.

Now in Yuan Weiyong's eyes, his face was covered with thick rouge and gouache, and his face was washed away by tears, making his face look colorful.

Ruan Ah Mi, who was swollen like a pig's head and unkempt, looked particularly strange.

There was no beauty in crying, it was so ugly that people couldn't bear to look at it, and it made him upset and angry.

Yuan Weiyong thought of the Ruan family and finally softened his tone.

"You recuperate well. I will rest elsewhere during this period so as not to disturb you. I will visit you when you are well."

After that, Yuan Weiyong strode away, as if he was afraid that if he walked slower, he would be entangled by Ruan Ami.

Ruan Ah Mi looked at Yuan Weiyong who left her without mercy, and fainted in anger.

When Ruan Ah Mi woke up again, he was only surrounded by his confidant, the palace maid.

She felt a throbbing pain in her abdomen. Knowing that future wealth would be all about the child in her belly, Ruan Ah Mi asked the eldest palace maid in a panic.

"Why does my stomach still hurt?"

The confidant of the palace maid looked at Ruan Ah Mi, thinking that even if she was a virtuous concubine, she would still have the power of her mother's family.

But living so unhappy every day, she suddenly no longer envied him, and felt a vague sympathy.

The eldest maid advised gently.

"The imperial doctor said that although the fetus was saved this time, the empress must not be excited about anything in the future. It is best to stay in bed to recuperate before the prince is born, otherwise..."

The eldest maid glanced at the pale Ruan Ah Mi and did not dare to continue.

Ruan Ah Mi stared straight at the eldest palace maid, gritted his teeth and asked sternly: "What else?"

The eldest maid was worried that Ruan Ah Mi would be angry again, so she didn't dare to hide it and answered hesitantly.

"The imperial doctor said that you have injured yourself repeatedly. If you cannot keep this pregnancy, it will be extremely difficult for you to get pregnant in the future."

Ruan Ah Mi's eyes darkened when he heard this, and he almost fainted again...

……

Compared to Ruan Ah Mi's pain, Qu Xinyue was carried back to the palace by Yuan Zhen without even touching the ground.

She embarrassedly thought about leaving alone several times, but was rejected by Yuan Zhen domineeringly.

"Yue'er is not feeling well. As a husband, of course I have to take good care of Yue'er."

Qu Xinyue heard Yuan Zhen say the word "serve" with deep meaning, and a touch of pink quickly spread from her cheeks to her thin neck.

The colors are magnificent and captivating.

Yuan Zhen laughed softly and asked in a low voice: "We have been married for so long, why do we still blush so easily?"

In terms of shamelessness, Qu Xinyue found that she couldn't keep up with Yuan Zhen in horse racing, so she simply buried her head in Yuan Zhen's arms and shut herself up.

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound behind the two of them.

Yuan Zhen frowned slightly and turned around with Qu Xinyue in his arms.

What he saw was a big black dog covered in scars and blood.

The black dog held a frail puppy that was only a few days old in its mouth.

When Qu Xinyue saw the big black dog, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"This is the dog that bit Ruan Ah Mi. Why did it leave the palace with us? And there is actually a puppy still alive!"

Yuan Zhen had already heard from Qu Xinyue about how Ruan Ah Mi had people train dogs.

He looked at the dog in front of him in surprise and commented: "It's a smart dog."

If this dog bites a person and remains in the palace, he will be surrounded and killed.

It would be safest to follow him out of the palace.

The dog must have been hidden under his carriage and left the palace just now. After all, no one would check when his carriage left the palace.

He looked at the big black dog that was covered in injuries and still had a stubborn look in his eyes, and the corner of his lips suddenly curled up.

Yuan Zhen said to Shi Zuo: "Take this dog down, treat its and the puppy's injuries, and see if we can save them."

The big black dog seemed to understand Yuan Zhen's words and wagged its tail slightly, no more.

Then he followed Shi Zuo away with the puppy in his mouth.

……

Time passes by inadvertently.

In the palace, Ruan Ah Mi had been lying on the bed with difficulty, counting the days while holding her belly like a basket.

After eating and sleeping for several months without daring to get out of bed and move around, her figure unknowingly became out of shape like an inflated balloon.

His face looked a little sickly white due to not seeing the sun all year round.

The wound bitten by the big black dog on the left cheek was too deep even though the best medicine was used.

It still left an extremely ugly, uneven scar.

Yuan Weiyong hadn't been to Chaoxia Palace for a long time. Every time he saw the scars on Ruan Ah Mi's face and his out-of-shape figure, he couldn't help but feel numb.

Although Ruan Ah Mi didn't lose his temper, he looked particularly gloomy.

Every time the maids of Chaoxia Palace were cleaning, they didn't dare to make any big noise, and they even subconsciously relaxed their breathing.

Zhaoxia Palace, which was originally the most splendid palace in the palace, seemed to have become covered with a gloomy air of death in just a few months.

There is an uncomfortable suffocating feeling.

Every time the palace people pass by Zhaoxia Palace, they have the illusion that they are passing by a cemetery.

During this period, Yuan Weiyong completely let himself go.

He became more and more arbitrary in the court.

At the morning court today, Yuan Weiyong got up from the maid's bed that he had just taken in yesterday and went to the morning court.

As soon as I sat on the dragon chair, I started yawning profusely.

He looked at the ministers below with impatience and said slowly: "If you have something to do, please leave the court."

The old ministers who got up early and rushed to the palace to attend court, with gray hair on their temples and cold legs:...

Recently, the ministers did not dare to speak up when something happened, because they would be scolded by the emperor who was very angry when he got up.

The scolding was still mild, but I was afraid that the emperor would find an excuse to drag the person out and chop him off.

Today's emperor will accompany you like a tiger, this sentence is vividly interpreted!

Prime Minister Zuo suddenly had a headache when he thought of a memorial from the south.

He looked at Yuan Weiyong sitting high on the golden dragon chair, his temples throbbing in pain.

But when I think about it, if this difficult matter is not resolved, the entire Shengqian Kingdom will be in chaos, and I don’t know how many people will be displaced by then...

The old Prime Minister Zuo sighed, hunched his back and walked out of the queue with a grimace, and his old voice sounded in the hall.

"To report to your Majesty, I have my own personal report..."