My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 781: Ye Shen’s Wedding 2

"But what?" the guests huddled around asked with concern.

Ye Siyuan’s lips curled slightly, then she quickly masked it.

She vaguely guessed what the middle-aged man was about to say. As she lowered her head, an almost imperceptible cold smile flickered across her lips. Looking up again with a puzzled expression, she asked, "Uncle, but what?"

The middle-aged man shook his head as if burdened by an indescribable secret, which only piqued everyone’s curiosity further.

The woman holding her son grew more anxious and said, "What exactly is the ’but’? Did my son bump into the Second Princess and hurt her? My mischievous boy, he really deserves a smack."

The woman hit her son hard twice, making the little boy wail loudly. She didn’t stop. Holding her son firmly, she repeatedly slapped his bottom, a sight that made the onlookers wince in sympathy.

"It might have been an accident, and the child has already apologized; please stop beating him."

"Yes, a couple of smacks are enough. Don’t hurt the child!"

"It’s a joyous occasion, let it be, let it be."

"Just what is it, doctor? Spit it out. The child didn’t do it on purpose."

Guests who were unaware of the full situation couldn’t bear to see the child suffer and collectively urged her to stop.

Ye Siyuan said, "Uncle, please just say what you have to say. I can handle it."

The middle-aged man, seemingly unable to bear it any longer, caught the woman’s wrist. "Stop hitting the child," he said. "The Second Princess’s condition has nothing to do with the child. The Second Princess is..."

"What is it? Don’t hesitate. If the Second Princess really is sick, there’s no need to worry. The Crown Princess Consort is a renowned physician; there’s no illness she can’t cure!"

The guests all knew Si Mingjing was proficient in traditional Chinese medicine and could solve many difficult cases that even Western medicine struggled with. Therefore, even if there were some health issues, it wasn’t considered a major problem.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded repeatedly. "The Crown Princess Consort’s medical skills are indeed admirable," he said. "There should be no illness she can’t cure. I was overthinking it. So, shall I tell you then?"

The woman stopped hitting her son, an uneasy expression on her face. "Please tell us," she urged. "Don’t try to cover for my son. It must have been his recklessness that injured the Second Princess, right? Does she have internal injuries?"

"No, no." The middle-aged man’s voice was firm. "It’s the Second Princess’s endocrine system that has issues. I just took her pulse and found that the Second Princess is most likely... infertile."

As he uttered those words, the faces of the surrounding guests all turned ashen.

"How could this be?"

"Impossible! The Second Princess is the future hope of Atlantis!"

"You must be mistaken!"

The guests couldn’t believe it, much less accept this reality.

The middle-aged man’s face was full of regret, yet he added with a sliver of hope, "However, the Crown Princess Consort’s medical expertise is extraordinary; she should be able to cure it. Second Princess, don’t panic yet."

Ye Siyuan’s face had turned deathly white. Her expression was one of utter disbelief as she cried out agitatedly, "You’re talking nonsense!"

The middle-aged man said, "Second Princess, the Crown Princess Consort will surely be able to cure you. Please, try to stay calm."

"I don’t believe it! You’re definitely spouting nonsense. How could I possibly be infertile? I had a check-up the month before last, and everything was fine. Do you even know how to diagnose illnesses?" Ye Siyuan looked as though she was on the verge of tears.

It was then that Si Mingjing arrived, somewhat late. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Seeing Si Mingjing approach, one of the guests called out, "The Crown Princess Consort is here! Don’t panic, let her take the Second Princess’s pulse. The Crown Princess Consort’s diagnosis is certain to be accurate."

The crowd nodded in agreement and quickly parted to make a path for her.

Ye Siyuan, sitting on the ground, cried out, "Sister-in-law, come quickly!"

"What happened?" Si Mingjing strode over. Seeing Ye Siyuan sitting on the grass, she crouched down to examine her ankle and frowned. "It’s twisted—a muscle strain," she said.

Ye Siyuan anxiously stretched out her hand, wanting Si Mingjing to take her pulse.

"Sister-in-law, he took my pulse and said I was infertile! It must be a misdiagnosis. Please, take my pulse again!"

Upon hearing Ye Siyuan’s words, Si Mingjing’s phoenix-like eyes lifted.

Seeing Ye Siyuan’s expression, tense as if she were about to cry, Si Mingjing understood.

She took Ye Siyuan’s pulse, spending a full two minutes.

Ye Siyuan asked anxiously, "Sister-in-law, how is it? Was it a misdiagnosis? I’m not sick, am I? I went for a medical checkup two months ago, and everything was normal."

After taking her pulse, Si Mingjing frowned deeply. She glanced at Ye Siyuan, then at the people around eagerly waiting for her diagnosis. She didn’t speak, only continually soothed Ye Siyuan.

"Si Yuan, let me help you back to the room. We can talk inside."

Si Mingjing’s hesitation and unspoken words made the hearts of the surrounding guests sink.

Could it be that what the middle-aged man said was true? The Second Princess was infertile?

Ye Siyuan was completely panicked, her body trembling intensely. She grasped Si Mingjing’s hands tightly, as if clinging to her last lifeline. "Sister-in-law, is it true? Are you certain?"

Si Mingjing still refused to give an answer, only said, "Si Yuan, let’s talk inside."

Tears sprang from Ye Siyuan’s eyes, and her voice quivered violently. "Sister-in-law, can you... can you treat it?"

Si Mingjing’s brows furrowed deeply, her expression troubled.

It’s over! the guests thought, observing the Crown Princess Consort’s expression. It seems she’s encountered a difficult problem. This is bad! If even the Crown Princess Consort is unsure, the illness must be truly severe.

"Sister-in-law, you must have a way, right?" Ye Siyuan cried out loud.

Si Mingjing still did not provide an answer.

She made a phone call, and Mo Yinhe soon rushed over.

Mo Yinhe strode toward the two women. Seeing Ye Siyuan crying, he crouched down, his tall figure stooping slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Si Mingjing stammered, "Si Yuan is a bit emotional, and she twisted her ankle. Carry her back to our rooms. We’ll talk there."

Mo Yinhe swept Ye Siyuan into his arms. She buried her face in his left shoulder, crying even harder, her sobs relentless. "Brother," she choked out, "what do I do? What am I supposed to do?"

"Stop crying. If the sky falls, I’m taller than you; it won’t hit your head."

Hearing Ye Siyuan’s cries, Mo Yinhe’s heart clenched painfully.

It has been years since I’ve seen my sister cry like this. What on earth happened?

Mo Yinhe was genuinely anxious. Holding his emotionally shattered sister, he swiftly left the scene, heading straight indoors.

At that moment, they were in Ye Shen’s North Garden.

Mo Yinhe was about to carry his sister into a room in the North Garden, planning to set her down in the living room to find out what happened first. However, Si Mingjing suggested from the side, "Carry Si Yuan to our rooms instead. There are too many people here; it’s not private."

Mo Yinhe’s eyes darkened. Has something truly serious happened?

Without hesitation, he carried Ye Siyuan securely and headed to their residential palace in the East Garden.

The East Garden was serene, devoid of outsiders. Guards were also stationed in the courtyard, making it an area off-limits to guests.

Once she was sure no one had followed them to pry, Ye Siyuan, who moments before had been crying her heart out, instantly lifted her head. She wiped her tears and winked at Si Mingjing, who was walking beside Mo Yinhe. "Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law," she said, the distress gone from her voice, "they’ve made their move! Is this the mastermind taking action?"