nashuaworldcup Chapter 471 Ylang Ylang
Chapter 471 Ylang Ylang
Chapter 471 Yilanxiang
At the same time, in Changchun Palace.
After seeing everyone off, Mu Jingqiu's face instantly fell. He walked to the couch, his body softened, and he sank into it. He closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and his chest rose and fell slightly.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the light inside the room also grew dim. However, Mu Jingqiu remained motionless, still leaning on the soft couch, blending into the gradually quiet night.
At this time, Cuixiang came in with a bowl of steaming abortion-maintaining medicine. She tiptoed up to her and said softly, "My Lady, it's time to take the medicine."
Mu Jingqiu slowly opened her eyes and took the medicine bowl, but didn't drink it immediately. She looked down at the dark brown medicine in the bowl, stirring it gently with the silver spoon in her hand. The bitter smell lingered at the tip of her nose, and even the air became heavy.
Cuixiang stood by, carefully observing her expression. Seeing that she was hesitant to move, she couldn't help but whispered, "My lady, the medicine is about to get cold."
Upon hearing this, Mu Jingqiu paused what he was doing, then sneered and placed the medicine bowl heavily on the small table. The bottom of the bowl collided with the table, making a dull sound.
In an instant, the medicine splashed everywhere, and a few drops of brown liquid splashed onto her cuffs, leaving a dark mark.
She glanced down at her cuffs, then picked up the handkerchief and wiped her hands slowly until she was satisfied, then threw it on the ground.
The handkerchief fell silently on the carpet.
Mu Jingqiu's gaze swept coldly over the handkerchief, then he raised his eyes to look out the window, his eyes deep and indifferent.
I do not know how long it has been.
"Where's Doctor Wu?"
"In the yard."
"Let him in."
A moment later, Doctor Wu was led in by Cuixiang. He bowed and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."
Mu Jingqiu raised his eyes to look at him, his gaze like a knife: "Doctor Wu, I'm asking you again, this baby... is it really impossible to save it?"
As early as a month ago, when she was still in the Old Summer Palace, she was diagnosed with pregnancy, but Wu Ye also told her bluntly that there was a problem with this baby and she might not be able to give birth.
Mu Jingqiu didn't believe it, and she didn't want to. From that day on, she took daily supplements: bird's nest, ginseng, donkey-hide gelatin...anything she could think of. She didn't refuse anything, just to keep the child.
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would often place her hands gently on her belly, as if this would give the baby in her belly more strength.
However, a month later, the child's condition did not improve at all, but became even weaker. Her face became increasingly pale and her figure became much thinner.
After returning from the Old Summer Palace today, she was exhausted from the journey and showed signs of miscarriage. She had no choice but to announce the news of her pregnancy to the public.
My eyes turned to the bowl of abortion-maintaining medicine again, and my heart went cold. What's the point of taking abortion-maintaining medicine if I can't keep the baby?
Upon hearing this, Imperial Physician Wu was startled and quickly lowered his head. "Your Majesty, I have done my best. But this fetus... is truly difficult to save. If I force it, I'm afraid both you and the unborn child will be in danger. I hope you will reconsider!"
Mu Jingqiu sneered, "Doctor Wu, you haven't forgotten how much money I've spent on you, have you? When you first entered the palace, you vowed to help me recuperate and conceive a heir. Now that I'm finally pregnant, you tell me I can't keep it? How can I trust you?"
Doctor Wu's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. He quickly knelt down and explained, "Your Majesty, please calm down. I have indeed tried my best. It's just that this pregnancy... the pregnancy is unstable. It is God's will and cannot be reversed by human power."
Upon hearing this, Mu Jingqiu's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and his tone was somewhat threatening: "Doctor Wu, you must think carefully before answering. You just promised the emperor that if I can't keep this baby, your future... I'm afraid it will be in jeopardy as well."
"I just spoke to the Emperor at His Majesty's behest. I can guarantee that Your Majesty is in good health and there will definitely be opportunities in the future."
"Opportunity? In this deep palace, opportunities are always fleeting. I waited so long for this child, and now I have to watch him die... How can I accept this?"
Her voice trembled, suppressing endless anger and pain.
Since her body was fine, why couldn't she keep the baby? There was only one answer: the emperor was old. If that was the case, her chances of getting pregnant again would be slim.
Her fingers gently stroked her belly, a flicker of pain and resentment in her eyes. This pregnancy might have been her last chance. Yet, fate was so cruel that it took away even this last glimmer of hope.
Doctor Wu knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold tile. His hands trembled slightly, and a layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of his palms. He didn't dare look up, and even his breathing was extremely light, for fear of angering the arrogant Empress before him.
Endless regret welled up in his heart, and he cursed himself for coveting that little bit of money. If he had known the palace was so unfathomable, he would have been content to be a respected doctor in Jiangning Prefecture, diagnosing and prescribing medicine for the common people every day. Although not rich and powerful, he lived a carefree life. Unlike now, one wrong move could lead to eternal damnation, and even his life was in the hands of others.
Mu Jingqiu slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his emotions.
After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, and the unwillingness in her eyes faded away, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness.
"Since this pregnancy is impossible to save, I cannot let it go to waste. Doctor Wu, are you willing to do me a favor?"
Doctor Wu's heart trembled, and he quickly asked, "What are your instructions, Your Majesty? I will do my best to fulfill them."
Mu Jingqiu adjusted his sitting posture, leaning forward slightly, and glanced at Doctor Wu who was kneeling on the ground. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he uttered a few words: "This palace needs some ylang-ylang incense."
The kneeling Doctor Wu was stunned and instantly understood what she meant.
He suddenly raised his head, his face turning pale in an instant. He took a step forward on his knees, his voice trembling and almost incoherent: "Your Majesty, Yilanxiang is a forbidden drug. The palace has expressly forbidden its use. If anyone discovers it, your humble servant...your humble servant's life will be in danger!"
He kowtowed heavily, his forehead pressed to the ground, not daring to lift it again. The room was dead silent, with only his rapid breathing echoing in the air.
Mu Jingqiu leaned against the armrest of the couch, then raised his hand, which was covered in exquisite armor. His fingertips gently stroked the gems inlaid on the armor. His movements were elegant and calm, but his words were somewhat threatening. "Doctor Wu, the lives of all nine of your family members are in my hands. Moreover, do you know how much effort my father put in to get you into the palace? Are you telling me now that you are afraid?"
Doctor Wu's body trembled violently, and he looked up at Mu Jingqiu, his eyes filled with fear. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but when he met Mu Jingqiu's cold and deep eyes, all the words got stuck in his throat, and he could no longer speak.
He knew he was caught in a dilemma. If he rejected Mu Jingqiu, he would be hard-pressed to escape unscathed. But if he agreed, he would be doomed if something happened in the future.
Death now and death in the future, death yourself and death of your entire family.
He had no choice.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and replied in a low voice: "Your Majesty...I am willing to serve you."