Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play-Chapter 877 - 853: Offspring

Xie Xun and Fengyu both thought of the previous misunderstanding. Less than a month has passed, and Doctor Liu has once again found a pregnancy pulse. Perhaps frightened by last time, he was more cautious, saying it’s like, yet not quite, and that they should wait for other imperial physicians to consult. Xie Xun, annoyed, comforted Fengyu, saying, "He’s just talking nonsense, don’t take it to heart. Let nature take its course with the child; I don’t mind at all. I only care about your health."

Fengyu felt some sadness, recalling her excitement from last time. She still clearly remembered the moment when Doctor Liu found the pregnancy pulse, one of the most exciting and joyful times in her life. It was the child she had long hoped for, and she knew that due to her long infertility, there had already been suggestions within the court for Xie Xun to open the harem.

She desperately wanted a child!

She never expected it to be a misdiagnosis.

The more excited she was, the more disappointed.

Xie Xun didn’t dismiss Doctor Liu because he had indeed been effective in regulating Fengyu’s stomach and spleen, thus allowing him to continue serving; otherwise, he would have been expelled from the palace long ago if not beheaded.

Fengyu chuckled softly, "It’s nothing, just an erroneous pulse diagnosis. You don’t have to be so harsh; he was scared. He’s timid, and last time, you scared him so much that he didn’t dare come in the morning to check the peace pulse for fear of running into you. You made him cry."

"A man of his age, nearly old enough to marry, weeping at the drop of a hat, what a waste!" Xie Xun remarked with dissatisfaction, "Forget it, I’ll spare him this time. Is it still painful?"

He rubbed Fengyu’s cool abdomen with his large hand, feeling extremely vexed. Fengyu gently shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt anymore."

"And it’s my fault, knowing you can’t indulge in the cold..."

"Zhixu, I’m fine; don’t blame yourself." Fengyu leaned back against him wearily, "It’s just a minor illness; actually, I’ve been quite lucky. All these years, relying on medicinal broth to sustain my life, I’m now quite healthy, much better than in my childhood, and I already cherish my blessings."

Xie Xun didn’t quite think the same. He just wanted to share his health and longevity with Fengyu so that she could be healthy.

It was very late at night when Zhang Lingzheng arrived outside the palace, coming relatively late. Fengyu had already fallen asleep leaning against Xie Xun when Zhang Lingzheng came with three imperial physicians for consultation. As soon as they entered, Xie Xun signaled them to step softly and not wake Fengyu, who had finally fallen asleep.

Zhang Lingzheng had long heard that Doctor Liu had misdiagnosed the pulse again and felt anxious, fearing that he might arrive too late to save Doctor Liu’s head. This was his father’s proud disciple, and if he got beheaded, it would be difficult for him to explain. But this younger brother was indeed muddle-headed, frightening everyone at the Imperial Hospital with the last misdiagnosis, truly fearing Xie Xun’s wrath might lead to the annihilation of the Imperial Hospital.

Seeing Zhang Lingzheng was like seeing an elder brother for Doctor Liu. He wiped his tears pitifully and followed closely, still being glared at by Xie Xun when he entered, making Doctor Liu lower his head in haste, not daring to look up.

Zhang Lingzheng took Fengyu’s pulse, feeling for a while, then furrowed his brows in slight confusion before having two other physicians take over. The two were equally surprised and joyful yet perplexed; the three exchanged glances, while Xie Xun, anxious by nature and fearing to wake Fengyu, felt his scalp tingle with worry for Fengyu’s welfare.

"What’s going on?" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

After a moment’s hesitation, Zhang Lingzheng solemnly said, "Your Majesty, it seems...it’s a pregnancy pulse."

"What?" Xie Xun was startled, suddenly hugging Fengyu tightly, visibly delighted, "No mistake in the diagnosis?"

"Her Highness’s months are too few; there may be errors, but..." all the imperial physicians were extremely cautious. The Empress’s body was originally difficult to conceive offspring, and after so much conditioning, it was only a psychological comfort; the Imperial Hospital held no hope. They dared not discuss it privately, fearing the ministers of the previous dynasty would hear. Outside of Changshou Palace, Fengyu’s physical condition wouldn’t be mentioned, and given the previous misdiagnosis, everyone was exceedingly cautious.

The pulse was very weak, indicating the months were indeed few.

"Your Majesty, it’s eight or nine out of ten likely to be a pregnancy pulse. Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations to Her Highness!" An older imperial physician concluded decisively; with three consulting, it couldn’t be completely wrong.

Doctor Liu was ecstatic, asserting he hadn’t made a mistake—it was indeed a pregnancy pulse.

Wonderful, his head was spared.

Xie Xun was overjoyed; he had long prepared himself mentally for having no biological children in this life, lowering his expectations, even personally changing Fengyu’s medicinal broth, not holding onto hope. As long as Fengyu could safely accompany him into old age, he sought nothing else, but now with offspring, it was naturally the icing on the cake, alleviating Ayu’s pressure.

"All of you, leave first!"

"Yes!"

Everyone slowly left the inner hall, Xie Xun holding the still-sleeping Fengyu with a gentle expression. He caressed Fengyu’s flat abdomen, filled with gratitude. The last time he felt like this was when Fengyu agreed to marry him. At that time, he was unsure of Fengyu’s feelings until she consented. He then knew he’d firmly possess Fengyu’s love and affection throughout his life. Once his family was destroyed, he once eagerly desired to have a family with Fengyu, dreaming of a child. The child would be their greatest bond, and now, he was fulfilled!

Ayu, we have a child!

He lowered his head to kiss Fengyu’s brow, eager to share the joyous news, yet unwilling to disturb her sweet dreams. Xie Xun lay down embracing Fengyu, covering her with a brocade quilt.

The gentle glow in the inner hall flickered in Xie Xun’s eyes, revealing a hint of moisture. His eyes grew warm, with gratitude and love like magma erupting in his heart, uncontrollable. Tenderly, he held Fengyu’s hand, planting a kiss on the back, leaving behind a tear.

Ayu, thank you!