The reborn beauty is pregnant again and again

After the imperial physician said this, he sent someone to deliver a letter to the Seventh Prince.

Rong Menghan froze where he was, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

Not long after, the Seventh Prince received the letter and rushed over, accompanied by the Chief Physician Zhou of the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Doctor Zhou is an authority in the Imperial Medical Bureau, and he is the most suitable person to take Rong Menghan's pulse.

Rong Menghan also had one last hope, hoping that the doctor just now was not good at medicine and misdiagnosed. Just when she looked at Doctor Zhou with hope, Doctor Zhou had already made a conclusion for her, "It's not a happy pulse, and your body is damaged. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to have children in this life."

Hearing this, Rong Menghan could no longer bear the gap from the cloud to the bottom of the valley, his eyes turned black and he fainted.

When the news reached Ye Huatong, she just smiled coldly.

"I don't have a child anymore, so this bitch doesn't pretend anymore."

The wet nurse was also indignant. "I felt something was wrong earlier. How come you, the princess, are pregnant and the pregnancy was diagnosed there? How could it be such a coincidence? Now I really want to make it clear that the bitch is not pregnant at all."

Ye Huatong had a cold expression on her face, but she just smiled and said, "That's good. There's one less person going to the underground to ask for my life."

Since the miscarriage, she refused to go out, always holding the pair of tiger-head shoes in a daze. The wet nurses knew that she could not bear the blow of losing her child, so they always stayed by Ye Huatong's side, talking to her to relieve her boredom. But even so, they could not pull Ye Huatong out of the gloomy and crazy atmosphere.

She seemed to be suffering from hysteria. Every time she curled her lips into a smile, she looked scary as if she had lost her mind.

The wet nurse just sighed a few times and didn't say anything to stop her.

Their princess has suffered such a great blow, and since she wants to find a way to vent her anger, let her vent.

A few days later, Ye Huatong called Rong Menghan to chant sutras and pray for the Seventh Prince. She said she would take Rong Menghan to Long'an Temple to burn incense.

Rong Menghan naturally didn't want to go with Ye Huatong.

Ye Huatong had already anticipated this and did not force Rong Menghan. She went to Long'an Temple alone.

Two days later, Ye Huatong wanted to chant scriptures and pray for her dead child, so she asked Rong Menghan to go to the Buddhist temple in the backyard to pray together.

Rong Menghan had rejected her once, so it was difficult to reject her again this time. So, she dressed up and rushed over. Rong Menghan thought that Ye Huatong would not have the courage to harm her in the Seventh Prince's Mansion.

But what she didn't expect was that when she walked into the small Buddhist hall, she found several serious-looking old women standing by the doors and windows of the small Buddhist hall.

They guarded the doors and windows tightly, as if they didn't want the people in the house to escape.

When Rong Menghan realized something was wrong and wanted to leave, Ye Huatongque came out of the secret room and asked people to guard the door of the Buddhist hall.

"You want to leave?" Ye Huatong smiled coldly, staring at Rong Menghan as if she was staring at a dead object.

This was not the first time Rong Menghan had fought with Ye Huatong, but this time Ye Huatong was really different. She was bright and generous, and the imperial concubine's attire added a bit of elegance and luxury to her. The glittering pearl hairpin in her black hair revealed a bit of coldness.

"Do you know how I lost my child?" Ye Huatong suddenly asked Rong Menghan with a smile.

Rong Menghan did not answer. She really didn't know the reason why Ye Huatong had miscarriage.

Firstly, she didn't care, and secondly, the maids and servants around Ye Huatong kept their mouths shut and would not let out any rumors.

Rong Menghan didn't say anything, but Ye Huatong kept talking to herself, "His Highness cares about his son after all. He has sent people to hunt down Doctor Sun. If he hadn't added musk to the pregnancy-preserving medicine, I wouldn't have had a miscarriage."

At this point, Rong Menghan couldn't help shaking.

Doctor Sun? Why Doctor Sun again? He misdiagnosed that she was pregnant and caused Ye Huatong to have a miscarriage?

Rong Menghan suddenly raised his head and suddenly realized the deep meaning of Ye Huatong's words.

As expected, Ye Huatong glanced at Rong Menghan with her icy eyes and said, "You are in cahoots with Doctor Sun. You created this fake pregnancy just to take my child's life."

When Rong Menghan wanted to speak out in rebuttal, Ye Huatong had already raised her hand and slapped her.

The slap made Rong Menghan's ears buzz and one side of his cheek was burning so much that he swallowed the words he wanted to explain. But Ye Huatong had no intention of stopping.

"I am the consort of the Seventh Prince, the eldest daughter of the Cheng'en Marquisate, and you are just the daughter of a lowly criminal."

Ye Huatong sneered and said, "Even if I want to kill you, no one would dare to say anything. In the past, I only spared your life for the sake of Your Highness, but now it is impossible."

After Ye Huatong finished speaking, Rong Menghan felt a chill on her neck. Someone stabbed her from behind, causing her to fall into coma instantly.

As autumn approached, on the eve of her due date, Aunt Rong always supported Jiang Nanqiu and walked back and forth in the inner chamber.

Jing Anzhi and Wang had already invited a midwife in advance, and Doctor Zhuge was also on standby at the Zhenguo Mansion. When Jiang Nanqiu had an attack, everyone invited the midwife and Doctor Zhuge in an orderly manner.

Jing An left the affairs of the Imperial City Bureau that night and rushed back to the mansion to accompany Jiang Nanqiu. However, at this time, Jiang Nanqiu was already tormented by the pain in his lower body.

Not long after, the midwife saw that the baby's head had not come out yet, so she asked Doctor Zhuge to prescribe drugs to induce labor.

"I think it looks like Madam is carrying twins. If the first one cannot be delivered as soon as possible, the second one will be suffocated to death." The midwife said anxiously.

Jing Anzhi, who was outside the house, could only hear Jiang Nanqiu shouting at the top of his lungs.

The pain is in her body and the pain is in his heart.

Every time Jiang Nanqiu screamed, Jing Anzhi's heart felt like it had fallen into an icy pond. He walked in the corridor like a headless fly, anxious for a long time, and finally insisted on breaking into the inner room.

Rong Mama stopped him firmly and said, "Master, a woman's delivery room is harmful to men and will affect your fortune. You cannot go in."

Jing Anzhi didn't care about these things at all. He just said, "Madam, please move aside. I want to go see Qiu'er. She is in so much pain. I am really worried about her."

Seeing that Jing Anzhi was really worried about Jiang Nanqiu, Aunt Rong stopped trying to stop him.

Jing Anzhi walked into the inner room and came behind the midwives, just in time to see Jiang Nanqiu struggling on the bed.

At this moment, Jiang Nanqiu's face was extremely pale, with beads of sweat all over his forehead, and his expression was extremely ferocious due to pain.

Jing Anzhi felt bad, so he went forward and knelt beside the bed, holding Jiang Nanqiu's hand, and said to her, "Qiu'er, I'm here."