Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 954 - 953: If she can’t serve him, how can she live on?

Chapter 954: Chapter 953: If she can’t serve him, how can she live on?

"Lili, what exactly are you trying to say?" Feng Qihe’s face was grave as he glanced at Chu Qianli and then at the Empress.

"Mother, what exactly... have you been hiding from me? If you don’t make it clear today, I won’t leave!"

"Hehe..."

The Empress calmed for a moment, then began to feel it again, the intense pain in her abdomen.

She furrowed her brows, her hands once again covering her stomach, "Hehe..."

"I understand, if I won’t listen, then I won’t," Feng Qihe’s eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment.

He had just been too anxious and forgot about his mother’s pain.

Now that his mother was in such agony, whatever secrets there might be could wait to be pursued later.

He turned around and looked at the eunuchs and Palace Maids bowing their heads and trembling, "Get out!"

A group of people immediately stumbled out, rolling far away, adhering to the principle of ’see no evil, hear no evil’.

Feng Qihe turned to leave as well, but his rigid silhouette carried a heavy weight of disappointment.

"Hehe!"

The Empress bit her lip as if she had made a decision and finally grit her teeth, "You stay."

Feng Qihe’s tall frame shook violently, and he turned his head to look at her.

The Empress, in too much pain to speak further, slowly walked to the bedside.

Feng Qihe immediately went over, helped her, and let her lie down on the bed.

He looked at Chu Qianli, "Lili, quickly save my mother."

Chu Qianli had already laid out her needle pack on the table beside the bed.

Here, she wouldn’t be able to retrieve her medicine chest, but the needle pack was small enough to pretend to pull out from her pocket.

"Prince Hehe, this disease pertains to a woman’s privacy; please wait outside."

Without another word, Feng Qihe went from the inner room to the outer room and stood there, still facing away from them behind the screen.

Chu Qianli began to select her needles as the Empress watched her, sweating profusely in the cold weather, clearly in extreme pain.

"Whatever you have to say... just say it. There is no need for me to... keep hiding this from Hehe."

"Empress, the so-called ’stagnation’ in your abdomen is nothing but remnants left by a fetus."

A fetus!

In the outer room, Feng Qihe’s body shuddered, completely unexpected!

There was actually a fetus in his mother’s womb, when had this happened?

A wave of gloom instantly appeared in the Empress’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, biting her teeth and looking at Chu Qianli, "His Majesty..."

"Back then, you must have taken medicine carelessly, which caused the dead fetus to slip away, but the placenta was not shed, leaving behind the seeds of your illness."

"Since then, you have often suffered unbearable abdominal pain, but doctors could only say that it was due to stagnation in the abdomen, unaware it was caused by residual matter."

"Mr. Wu Chenzi once gave you medicine. Did he ever say that until the abdominal pain was completely gone, you were not to attend to the Emperor? Yet you, Empress, probably did not adhere to this, did you?"

Every word Chu Qianli uttered was like a needle, piercing deeply into the Empress’s heart.

Piercing her until her breathing was disordered, piercing her chest with pain, filling her eyes with hatred.

The Empress clenched her palm tightly, even the pain could not overcome the chills she felt.

"Empress, Mr. Wu Chenzi’s medicine is extremely effective. If you had heeded his advice and completely expelled the remnants back then, you wouldn’t be suffering as you are today."

Uncle Jiu’s medical skills were truly formidable, diagnosing and prescribing without even taking a pulse, just by observing one’s complexion.

In that respect, even Chu Qianli might not be able to match.

She only had the advantage of being from the twenty-first century, having learned a great deal of knowledge from the twenty-first century.

If she were on the same starting line as Feng Dingchu, she definitely could not compete with that peerlessly elegant man clad in white.

"As an Empress... what could I do?"

The Empress gripped her hands tightly, a dark shadow in her eyes, "How could a woman of the Harem, if unable to attend to the Emperor... survive?"