Chapter 308: Chapter 305: Protecting the Fetus

Sang Yan faintly realized she was pregnant, but before she could call the Imperial Physician to take her pulse, an accident occurred.

The accident caught her completely unprepared.

Having fallen into a stupor on the carriage for several days, jostled by the relentless travel, how could her body, in early pregnancy, endure?

Moreover, she hadn’t eaten for days, starving to the point where even the effects of the Mandala Flower Pollen had worn off, causing her to regain consciousness.

As she came to, she felt pain in her stomach and then in her belly.

The pain was soon followed by bleeding.

“My child…”

Looking at the blood on her hands, she panicked to the brink of collapse, “You… the child is innocent. Whatever you want to do, I beg you, save my child first…”

This was the child He Ying had longed for.

He Ying had met with trouble.

She must save this child.

“I beg you–”

Her tears fell, and she was in so much pain she couldn’t stand, swaying as if she was about to collapse.

Xing Ce had never encountered such a scene before.

He immediately turned to the coachman, “Quick! Go call a doctor!”

Chef Liu stood by, frozen, still holding the breakfast they had ordered.

In this situation, should they eat or not eat?

As he was pondering this, he heard a fierce command, “What are you standing there for? Arrange a room, quick!”

Chef Liu: “…”

He was responsible for the kitchen; matters at the front were not his concern!

And this was a tavern, not an inn!

But with the urgency of the situation, he had no choice but to step up.

“Please, come with me.”

This tavern had vacant rooms available.

Chef Liu led them to the nearest room.

Xing Ce placed the person on the bed, urging, “You go call a doctor too! Hurry! Call several!”

Who knew what the medical skill of the doctors in Yongzhou City was like?

If they couldn’t save the child and she ended up with further harm to her health, their master would surely not spare them!

“It hurts… it hurts so much, Xinyuan… Xinyuan… our child… I’m sorry…”

Sang Yan cried out repeatedly, so much in pain that she became delirious.

She lay in bed, her pretty face wet with tears and pitiable, her complexion deathly pale, her lips also bitten till they bled.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, a jarring streak.

With her brief moments of clarity, she grasped Xing Ce’s hand, sobbing, “Save the child. Without the child, I will die. I will die. Please…”

Was He Ying still alive?

She had harmed him to such a state.

If the child was lost, what meaning would her life hold?

“Miss Sang–”

Xing Ce tried to comfort her, “The doctor will be here soon. Don’t get agitated. We will do everything in our power to save the child.”

Though he knew that even if the child was saved now, once they faced their master, it would likely not live long.

How could the mighty Emperor of Beiqi possibly raise a love rival and adversary’s child?

Sang Yan had already guessed the sinister force behind her troubles.

Fear instantly swept through her.

Qi Wuya!

Qi Wuya!

He was like a malevolent ghost that would not leave her in peace!

She was so frightened that her limbs turned icy cold, her mind went blank, almost insensible to the pain.

“Miss Sang, breathe, breathe!”

Xing Ce gently patted Sang Yan’s face, not wanting her to suffocate herself.

It turned out that moments before, Sang Yan had been so out of sorts that she forgot how to breathe.

Fortunately, she was roused just in time.

She regained her senses, gasping heavily, wanting to cough but holding it back.

If she coughed even a few times, it would surely affect the child.

Thinking of the child, she gathered her courage, encouraging herself: Stay calm. Stay calm. Sang Yan, don’t think about anything else, don’t be afraid, just think about the child. You’re a mother now, you have to protect him.

Tears were still flowing.

Too many.

Her tears were so numerous that they washed away the bloodstains at the corner of her mouth.

“Where’s the doctor?”

“Hurry and get the doctor!”

Clutching her belly, her face riddled with anxiety, she urged and waited.

The doctor had been carried over by the coachman.

He was an elderly man past sixty, with all-white hair and beard, his body small and withered, and his back hunched. Being carried over like this, he had nearly lost half his life.

“Ow! Ow!”

When his feet hit the ground, he complained fiercely, “Are you trying to kill me before I save someone?”

Clutching his chest and gasping for breath, he was genuinely shaken from the rough journey.

Knowing he was at fault, the coachman quickly clenched his fist to make a salute, speaking in a placating tone, “Do not take offense, elder. This rudeness is necessary, for it’s a matter of life and death.”

Having said that, he grabbed the doctor’s arm and pushed him to the bedside.

As a doctor, as long as one’s character was not an issue, it was one’s duty to save lives and aid the injured.

This old doctor was a benevolent one.

He had been informed before his arrival that a pregnant woman was bleeding, so he had the fetus-preserving medicine prepared in advance.

After seeing the pregnant woman and taking her pulse, he furrowed his brows tightly.

Seeing the doctor frown, Sang Yan’s heart pounded with anxiety and panic, “Doctor, what’s wrong with my child? He’ll be okay, right? Please, save my child. I can’t lose him! I really can’t!”

Crying and yelling, her emotions surged once again.

The old doctor quickly steadied her shaking body, calming her, “Stay calm! If you want to save your child, remember not to let your emotions fluctuate!”

Sang Yan knew the stakes, and she nodded hastily, “I understand. I know everything. Please, elder, make sure my child is saved. In the future, I will surely repay you.”

She quickly calmed herself down.

Just silently shedding tears.

“I’ll do my best.”

The old doctor, with a grave expression, commanded, “Quickly undress. I need to perform acupuncture. Your pregnancy is really unstable, and the fetus-preserving medicine won’t take effect quickly. I have to seal some of your meridians first.”

As he spoke, the doctor had already opened his medical kit and taken out the silver needles.

Sang Yan was very cooperative, immediately undressing.

She was not constrained by the concerns of modesty between men and women, at this moment, she couldn’t think about such distinctions.

Xing Ce thought of it, but didn’t dare to object.

This was a life-and-death matter, after all!

Of course, he didn’t dare to look, turning away promptly.

Including the coachman.

The coachman was a burly man named Cen Ba.

While the doctor was performing acupuncture, he stepped forward, nudging Xing Ce’s arm and asking in a low voice, “Should we inform the master about this? Miss Sang is pregnant and might have to be delayed here for a few days.”

From Yong State to the Capital City, a two-day journey by horse-drawn carriage was necessary.

The master had given them only one month.

They had been observing He Capital far too long, waiting for the right moment far too long and had very little time left.

“Better to send a message first.”

After thinking for a while, Xing Ce gave his answer.

Cen Ba had no objections, nodding, “Then I’ll go send a pigeon message.”

Having said that, he turned and strode toward the door.

Upon exiting, he bumped into a group of people rushing in.

There were three people in the group.

The man walking in front was dressed in golden resplendent clothes and had a handsome and noble appearance.

Following slightly behind him, walking side by side, one had the look of a rugged rustic man, and the other a refined gentleman.

It was the Han brothers.

“Greetings, my lord!”

Cen Ba’s expression turned stern, and he quickly stepped forward, kneeling to pay his respects.

He hadn’t expected the Emperor to appear here.

Clearly, he had received their return journey’s message and had been waiting here early.

This showed how important that woman was to him.

So, if he knew that woman was carrying someone else’s child, would he still cherish her so eagerly?