Rebirth: The Two-Faced Cook Meets the Cold-Faced King Qin

A shrill scream broke the silence of the night. It was Concubine Xuan's cry of pain and despair.

Her face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat kept rolling down her forehead, and her hands were tightly grasping the sheets, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Her body trembled in intense pain, as if she was enduring unspeakable suffering.

The palace maids gathered around the bed in a panic, some tried to comfort Concubine Xuan, and some hurried to call the imperial physician.

However, everyone's face was filled with powerlessness and fear. They knew that this night was destined to be filled with tears and blood.

As time went by, Concubine Xuan's cries became more miserable. Her dress was soaked with sweat and stuck to her body, revealing her thin figure.

Suddenly, a stream of blood gushed out from under her body, staining the bed sheets red, and also staining the frightened eyes of the palace maids red.

At this time, the imperial physician hurried over, but could only shake his head helplessly.

They tried their best, but they still couldn't save the baby in Concubine Xuan's belly.

Concubine Xuan's eyes became empty and deep at that moment, as if all hope was shattered at this moment.

The entire bedroom fell into deathly silence, with only Concubine Xuan's faint crying echoing in the air.

She hugged herself tightly, as if trying to soothe her inner wounds in this way.

However, the lost child can never come back.

At the same time, in the emperor's study, the dim candlelight illuminated every corner of the room.

The desk was piled high with memorials and documents, and the emperor was busy dealing with state affairs.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the study, and a young eunuch appeared at the door, panting and looking panicked.

"Your Majesty, this is bad," the young eunuch said anxiously, "Noble Concubine Xuan...had a miscarriage."

The emperor's pen suddenly stopped in mid-air, and ink dripped onto the memorial, forming a clear ink spot.

His expression suddenly changed, and a hint of astonishment and worry flashed in his eyes.

"What did you say?" The emperor's voice was low and majestic, "Did Concubine Xuan have a miscarriage?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the eunuch replied tremblingly.

"The news just came in that Concubine Xuan suddenly had severe abdominal pain. The imperial doctors tried their best, but they still couldn't save the baby."

The emperor's brows were furrowed. Concubine Xuan had always been his favorite concubine. Losing the child was a heavy blow to both the emperor and Concubine Xuan.

"How is Concubine Xuan doing now?" the emperor asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, Concubine Xuan is currently in poor health, but the imperial doctors are doing their best to take care of her," the young eunuch replied, "but the child..."

"I understand," the emperor interrupted the eunuch, his eyes became deep, "You can leave, I want to be quiet for a while."

The young eunuch was as if he had been pardoned and quickly retreated.

The emperor sat alone in his study, silent for a long time. He knew that Concubine Xuan must be in more pain than he was at this moment.

The emperor stood up suddenly and walked out in a hurry.

The palace servants along the way were all frightened by his anxious pace and stern face.

They all bowed their heads and saluted, not daring to stop him in the slightest.

The atmosphere in Concubine Xuan's bedroom was extremely tense.

The palace maids were busy shuttling back and forth in the bedroom, some brought hot water, some brought clean towels, but they were all careful to avoid making too much noise.

Concubine Xuan was lying on the bed, her face as pale as paper, her eyes closed, looking painful and weak.

The emperor hurried to the bedroom and saw Concubine Xuan lying on the bed at first sight.

His heart sank suddenly, and he quickly walked to the bedside and held Concubine Xuan's cold hand tightly.

He asked in a trembling voice, "My beloved, how are you?"

Concubine Xuan slowly opened her eyes and saw the emperor's anxious face.

She smiled slightly and tried to comfort him: "Your Majesty, I am fine, don't worry."

However, the tears in her eyes fell silently, revealing her inner pain and helplessness.

The emperor held Concubine Xuan's hand tightly, with a determined light in his eyes.

He turned to the imperial doctors and said, "No matter what, we must save Concubine Xuan's life!"

His voice was firm and powerful, revealing his deep concern and worry for Concubine Xuan.

In the bedroom, everyone's hearts were tightly tied together, and they worked together for Concubine Xuan's safety.

Concubine Yao was sitting deep in the bedroom. When she heard the news that Concubine Xuan had miscarried, a hint of morbid excitement flashed in her eyes.

Her pale face looked even more eerie in the candlelight. A strange smile slowly spread at the corner of her lips, gradually expanding until it turned into an almost twisted laugh.

"Hahahaha!" Her laughter was sharp and piercing, like a cry coming from the depths of hell.

Revealing a kind of hysterical madness.

There was an unusually bright light flashing in Concubine Yao's eyes, as if ignited by some dark desire, and her expression was both distorted and intoxicated.

She stood up suddenly, her hands clenched into fists, her body shaking with excitement.

"Xuan Fei!" She screamed the name,

His voice was filled with twisted pleasure, "You finally got to experience the pain I once felt! This is the retribution you deserve!"

Yaopin's morbid madness reached its peak at this moment. Her laughter and roars intertwined to form a creepy melody.

She seemed to be immersed in her own world, enjoying the pleasure of revenge. Her almost insane state was chilling.

"I'm going to make you lose everything!" she screamed.

There was an almost insane light in his eyes, "Your children, your love, your beauty...all will disappear!

Hahahaha, I want you to experience loneliness like I did!"

Concubine Yao's laughter echoed in the bedroom. She went further and further on the road of revenge until she was completely swallowed by the darkness.

Concubine Yao gradually regained her composure from her sinister laughter. There was no trace of madness on her face anymore, but instead a deep calmness.

She walked slowly to the window, quietly looking out at the flourishing imperial garden and the palace maids and eunuchs hurrying to and fro.

"This huge palace," she whispered to herself, her voice as light as the breeze blowing through the petals, but with a heaviness that could not be ignored.

"I am so cold and heartless." She raised her head slightly, her eyes swept across the magnificent palace around her, and a deep feeling of emotion surged in her heart.

"If you lose your child and also your looks, haha!" She suddenly laughed out loud, and that laughter was full of helplessness and irony.

She seemed to be mocking the cruel reality of the palace, and also seemed to be mocking her own fate.

The laughter gradually died away, leaving behind silence.

After saying that, she turned around gently and walked towards the door of the bedroom.

Her steps were light, and when she reached the door, she stopped and called softly, "Little Stone."

As soon as he finished speaking, a girl dressed in palace maid's clothes walked in quickly.

She bowed her head and said respectfully, "My Lady, what do you want?"

Concubine Yao raised her hand and motioned her to come over. When Xiao Shitou came closer, Concubine Yao lowered her voice and whispered a few words in her ear.

After hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Little Stone's face, but he quickly regained his composure.

She nodded to show that she understood, then quietly left the bedroom.

Peace returned to the bedroom again, with only Concubine Yao standing there alone.

She looked quietly at the scenery outside the window, with a thousand thoughts in her mind.

Her figure looked particularly lonely under the light from the window, as if she was out of place in this huge palace.