Reborn to marry, she no longer wants to be the young master's mother

The pain was unbearable as the piercing needles were used at the same time.

"Ouch..." Xie Chaochao could not help but moan in pain. Although the sound was soft, it was enough to alert Xiao Cui, the personal maid who was waiting beside her. Seeing this, Xiao Cui's face suddenly changed, her eyes were full of anxiety and worry. She quickly put down the embroidery in her hands, rushed out of the bedroom in two steps, and shouted loudly as she ran: "Hurry up! Go and get the imperial physician! The queen is not well!"

The palace was brightly lit at night, and Xiao Cui's voice echoed in the empty corridor, startling many sleeping palace servants. For a moment, the palace lanterns flickered, and shadows of people appeared in the distance. Everyone looked hurried, and hurried towards the direction of the Imperial Hospital.

Soon, an imperial physician with white hair and beard and wearing gorgeous official uniform was urgently summoned to the queen's bedroom. He held a silver needle box in his hand, walked steadily, and his eyes flashed with unquestionable concentration and authority. Surrounded by the crowd, the imperial physician slowly approached Xie Chaochao, first bowed respectfully, then carefully stretched out his hand, gently placed it on her wrist, closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully examining her pulse.

After a while, the imperial physician slowly opened his eyes, his brows knitted tightly, his expression solemn. He turned to Xiao Cui and the palace maids and eunuchs who were anxiously waiting beside him and said, "This is a sign of fetal movement. The queen's fetal qi is unstable. You need to use acupuncture to stabilize the fetus immediately, and then take gentle medicinal food to ensure that the dragon offspring is safe."

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the entire palace froze instantly, and everyone's heart rose to their throat. Xiao Cui clenched her hands tightly, tears flashing in her eyes, as if she was about to cry out in the next second. And Xie Chaochao, despite the unbearable pain, still forced a comforting smile, and said in a weak but firm voice: "I am fine, everyone don't need to panic, just follow the doctor's instructions."

Following the order from the imperial physician, the palace maids quickly took action, some preparing hot water, some mixing medicinal materials, and the entire palace was instantly busy and orderly. In this tense but hopeful atmosphere, Xie Chaochao tightly grasped the quilt in her hands and prayed silently in her heart, hoping that God would bless the child in her belly to be safe and sound, so that the royal bloodline could continue.

The night of late autumn was falling, and the moonlight sprinkled on the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City like a thin frost, covering this ancient palace with a layer of mysterious silver gauze. In Fengyi Palace where the queen lived, the flickering candlelight reflected the pale and haggard face of the queen Xie Chaochao. She closed her eyes tightly, her hands tightly grasped the edge of the brocade quilt, and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead flickered in the weak light, showing that she was suffering from unspeakable pain.

"Ouch..." A low and painful groan broke the silence of the night, like a candlelight swaying in the wind, weak and tenacious. The maids hurriedly shuttled around the palace, some were busy changing the soaked handkerchiefs, and some hurried to inform the emperor. The air was filled with a sense of depression and uneasiness, as if even time had frozen at this moment.

After a while, an imperial physician dressed in gorgeous official uniform and carrying a medicine box hurried in. His steps were steady but somewhat anxious. The imperial physician's surname was Li, and he was the most respected doctor in the palace. At this moment, his face was full of solemnity. He gently put the medicine box aside, knelt in front of the queen's bed, and carefully felt the queen's pulse. His eyes, which had seen life and death in the world, were shining with an elusive light.

After a while, Doctor Li slowly stood up and whispered a few words to the anxiously waiting maids, asking them to quickly prepare the pregnancy-preserving medicine. Then, he quietly walked outside the palace and found the emperor who was pacing anxiously. He whispered solemnly in his ear: "Your Majesty, although the queen's pregnancy is safe, she is too worried. If this continues, she may have a miscarriage."

The emperor's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his brows revealed an unquestionable determination: "Imperial Physician, please ensure the safety of the Queen and the Dragonborn. If you need any rare medicinal materials, just let me know. As for her thoughts... I will find a way to solve it." After speaking, the emperor turned and walked into the hall with a firm step. There was an unquestionable light in his eyes, as if to sweep away all the haze.

Returning to the queen, the emperor gently stroked the loose hair on Xie Chaochao's forehead, his eyes full of tenderness and distress: "Chaochao, don't worry, everything will be fine with me here. You must have a good rest and don't worry about trivial matters anymore." His voice was low and powerful, like a good medicine, gradually soothing the queen's frown.

At the same time, the entire palace seemed to be busy because of this sudden change. Secret orders were quietly conveyed, and an undercurrent surrounding the safety of the queen quietly surged in the depths of the Forbidden City. And all this was to protect the life that had not yet appeared in the world but had already touched the hearts of countless people. The night was still deep, but within the palace walls, a warm and firm force was quietly growing, paving a bright road for the coming dawn.

Emperor Chu Heng, dressed in a dragon robe, the golden silk thread sparkled in the sun, but it could not hide the anxiety and uneasiness between his brows at the moment. He sat in the magnificent palace, holding a string of warm jade beads in his hand, each of which seemed to carry endless worries in his heart. Just now, the words of the imperial physician were like a bolt from the blue, making his heart sink suddenly, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"Your Majesty, the Empress's pregnancy is... quite unstable. She needs to be carefully taken care of in order to have a chance of keeping the heir." The doctor's voice was low, but every word was like a hammer, hitting Chu Heng's heart. Hearing this, a trace of barely perceptible pain flashed in his eyes, followed by a firm and unquestionable expression: "You must do your best. Neither my Empress nor the heir can be lost!"

After the imperial physician hurriedly took the order and left, Chu Heng looked particularly lonely. He took a deep breath, as if to suppress all the panic and fear in his heart, and turned to walk into the inner room, where his queen Xie Chaochao was lying weakly on the bed, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead and a pale face, but it could not hide her peerless beauty.

Chu Heng approached gently, and every step seemed to step on his heart, fearing to disturb the fragile tranquility. He first ordered the palace maids to leave, leaving only him and Chao Chao, sharing this unknown warmth and tension in this small world.

He carefully picked up a soft handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Chao Chao's forehead with gentle and skillful movements. Every touch seemed to convey silent strength and comfort, trying to use his warmth to dispel her pain and anxiety. Chu Heng's eyes were full of affection and reluctance, and he whispered softly: "Chao Chao, you must be strong, our child is still waiting to see the world."