After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

Princess Xuanhua nodded slightly, with a blush on her face, obviously a little shy because of Zheng Xiyan's words. Zheng Xiyan and the Queen Mother smiled at each other, and the whole Shoukang Palace was filled with a warm and joyful atmosphere.

Zheng Xiyan left Shoukang Palace, but her heart was filled with turmoil. She stepped onto the phoenix carriage and said, "Go to Zhonghua Palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Biluo, who was accompanying her, bowed her head and answered respectfully.

The golden curtain of the sedan chair swayed gently, and the phoenix carriage slowly moved towards the direction of Zhonghua Palace. She closed her eyes to rest, but the figure of Wen Chongyi emerged in her mind involuntarily, the palace maid who was always depressed, her face was pale, and there seemed to be a trace of unspeakable sadness in her eyes.

The atmosphere in Zhonghua Palace was dull, as if even the air was heavier. Wen Chongyi sat by the window, looking at the bright sunshine outside, but she had no intention of appreciating it. Her eyes were empty, as if she was bound by invisible shackles and could not break free. Jinluo walked into the room and saw Wen Chongyi's appearance. Her heart tightened and she whispered: "Madam, the weather is so good today. If you keep being so depressed, it will not be good for your health."

Wen Chongyi shook her head gently and said weakly: "I don't have the strength and don't want to move."

Suddenly, a sharp voice of a eunuch came from outside the palace: "The Queen has arrived!" This voice was like thunder, breaking the silence of Zhonghua Palace. Jinluo looked at Wen Chongyi nervously, and seeing her listless, she couldn't help but get nervous. She hurried forward and helped Wen Chongyi up. A trace of doubt flashed across Wen Chongyi's face, wondering why the Queen would suddenly visit?

Zheng Xiyan walked into the room and saw Wen Chongyi about to salute. She quickly stepped forward and gently held her hand: "Don't be so polite when you're pregnant." Her voice was soft and firm, full of maternal radiance.

Wen Chongyi looked at her gratefully and said with a forced smile, "Thank you, Queen."

After the two sat down, Zheng Xiyan looked at Wen Chongyi carefully. Seeing her pale face and listless spirit, she couldn't help but feel distressed. She asked with concern: "Why do you look so bad? What happened?"

Wen Chongyi shook her head gently, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "It's okay, I guess I didn't sleep well last night. I'm very grateful to you for coming in person, Your Majesty."

Zheng Xiyan sighed softly and looked at Aunt Ru beside her: "Aunt Ru, has Wen Chongyi slept well these days? Has he eaten well?"

Madam Ru replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, Empress Chongyi has had a poor appetite and has not been sleeping well these past few days. The imperial physician has come to see her, but it's nothing serious."

Zheng Xiyan nodded and patted Wen Chongyi's hand gently: "When you are pregnant, you still have to eat and drink well, for the sake of your baby and for yourself." Her eyes were full of concern and expectation.

Wen Chongyi nodded and looked at Zheng Xiyan gratefully: "I understand. Thank you, Queen."

Zheng Xiyan gave a few more instructions, then stood up and left. Wen Chongyi looked at her leaving figure, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart. She turned to Madam Ru: "Madam, do you think the Queen really wants me to give birth to a prince?"

Madam Ru smiled and replied, "Of course it's sincere. The Queen is the master of the harem, and she naturally hopes that the harem will be harmonious and have many princes. But for you, the most important thing is to take good care of yourself and give birth to a prince safely."

Wen Chongyi nodded gently, but she was still a little uneasy. At this time, Jinluo came in with the pregnancy-maintaining medicine and put it on the table: "My queen, it's time to take the pregnancy-maintaining medicine."

Wen Chongyi felt annoyed when she saw the black bowl of pregnancy-preserving medicine. She frowned and waved her hand, saying, "I don't want to drink it, take it away quickly."

Nanny Ru stepped forward and advised, "Your Highness, you are having a childish temper again. This pregnancy-preserving medicine was prescribed by the imperial physician himself. How can you not drink it? For the sake of the prince in your belly, and for your own body."

Wen Chongyi sighed, picked up the bowl helplessly, and drank the pregnancy-preserving medicine in one breath.

Afterwards, Wen Chongyi sat alone in front of the window, staring at the sun setting outside the window, her heart was surging. Her eyes revealed a complex emotion, both expectation for the future and fear of the unknown. Although Zheng Xiyan's care made her feel warm, the struggles and intrigues in the harem made her unable to feel truly at ease.

Jinluo quietly cleaned up the medicine bowls on the table. She knew how Wen Chongyi felt at the moment. As a personal maid, she knew Wen Chongyi's worries and uneasiness, but she could only accompany her silently and could not share her worries.

Seeing Wen Chongyi's melancholy figure, Ru Ma couldn't help but sigh in her heart. In this harem, her fate was like floating duckweed, unable to decide for herself. She stepped forward and comforted her softly, "My queen, don't worry too much. You are still pregnant, you should stay in a good mood."

Wen Chongyi sighed softly, with a hint of determination in her eyes: "Mammy, I know. I will try my best to live for this child and for myself." She stood up, walked to the table, picked up an ancient book and began to read it, trying to use the book to calm her inner fluctuations.

As night fell, the lights in Zhonghua Palace were bright. Wen Chongyi sat at the table, concentrating on reading ancient books, with a trace of tranquility on her face.

She knew that the struggle in the harem never stopped. She had to stay alert at all times to gain a foothold in this treacherous harem. She took a deep breath and suppressed her anxiety and worry.

As the night deepened, the lights in Zhonghua Palace gradually went out. Wen Chongyi lay on the bed, looking at the starry sky outside the window, praying silently in her heart. She hoped that her child would be born safely, and she also hoped that she could maintain a kind and pure heart in this harem struggle, and not be eroded by power and struggle.

In the quiet of the night in Weiyang Palace, Zheng Xiyan sat alone in front of the dressing table, gently removing her makeup. Although she had washed away all the makeup in the mirror, her eyes were still as clear as water, revealing a subtle determination.

At this time, Biluo walked in quietly, her voice filled with concern: "Your Majesty, when I saw Wen Chongyi today, her face was pale and her expression was depressed. If this continues, how can the fetus be safe?" She shook her head slightly.

Zheng Xiyan sighed softly, the jade hairpin in her hand spinning on her fingertips. She said lightly: "The Japanese palace has gone to the Purple Palace to remind Your Majesty, but unfortunately Your Majesty is busy with government affairs, and I'm afraid he has forgotten about this matter again." There was a hint of helplessness in her words.

Biluo couldn't help but frowned when she heard this, with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone: "No matter how busy your majesty is, you never forget to visit Zhao Cairen in Yihua Palace. These days, the rewards from Yihua Palace are like a constant stream of water."

Zheng Xiyan smiled lightly, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in that smile: "Why bother about those mundane things? As the master of the harem, what can I not get if I want it?" Although her words were light, they revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Biluo lowered his head and dared not say more.

"As for Talented Lady Zhao..." Zheng Xiyan gently stroked the jade hairpin, a look of deep thought flashing in her eyes, "I believe it won't be long before Yi Chongrong's status is restored." There was a hint of weighing the pros and cons in her words.