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Chapter 586 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 43

Yinzhen no longer paid attention to Shen Meiyu, hugged An Lingrong and turned away, leaving Shen Meiyu alone kneeling on the ground, crying like rain.

After returning to the bedroom, Yinzhen dismissed his attendants and left only An Lingrong alone.

He gently helped An Lingrong sit down on the couch and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Rong'er, you've been wronged." Yinzhen's voice was low and gentle, with a hint of heartache.

"Your Majesty, am I being too sentimental?" An Lingrong was already sensitive, and her emotions were even more volatile after she became pregnant. Tears rolled down like pearls from a broken string, soaking Yinzhen's bright yellow dragon robe. Her slender fingers tightly grasped the corner of the robe, as if she wanted to crush it.

Yinzhen held her in his arms lovingly, and stroked her back with his warm big hand, again and again, as if he was comforting a frightened deer.

"Rong'er, you are carrying my child. If you are wronged, it is my injustice. How could I think you are pretentious?" His voice was low and magnetic, with a barely perceptible hoarseness, as if it were the finest aged wine, intoxicating.

An Lingrong buried her head in his chest, feeling the warmth coming from him, and her heart felt a little more at peace.

She sniffed and choked up, "But...but what Sister Mei said...I...I feel bad."

"What does she know?" Yinzhen asked with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"She is just a short-sighted woman who is only jealous of your honor and favor. You are the only one in my heart, what does anyone else matter to me?" As he spoke, he gently lifted her chin and stared into her eyes with his deep gaze, as if he wanted to suck her in.

An Lingrong felt a little embarrassed when he looked at her. Her cheeks flushed slightly, making her look as tempting as a ripe apple.

"Your Majesty..." she called softly, her voice as gentle as a cat's purr.

Yinzhen couldn't hold back any longer, and lowered his head to kiss her beautiful red lips, sucking them gently yet domineeringly. An Lingrong closed her eyes, responded to his passion, wrapped her arms around his neck, and snuggled in his arms.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Yinzhen's breathing was slightly rapid, and there was a burning light in his eyes.

"Rong'er, I love you." His deep voice rang in her ears, as if carrying some kind of magic that made her whole body soften.

An Lingrong lowered her head shyly, but her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey. "Your Majesty, I love you too." She said softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

Yinzhen's mouth curled up with a hint of joy when he heard this. He held her tightly in his arms.

"Your Majesty, I...I want to drink bird's nest." An Lingrong suddenly remembered something, raised her head and looked at him eagerly.

Yinzhen smiled dotingly and scratched her nose. "Okay, I'll have someone prepare it right away."

As he spoke, he called Su Peisheng and told him to go to the imperial kitchen to prepare.

Su Peisheng took the order and left, while Yinzhen continued to hold An Lingrong in his arms and coax her in a soft voice.

Su Peisheng moved quickly and returned with the bird's nest soup in a short while. Yinzhen took the porcelain bowl, scooped up a spoonful, blew it gently to cool it, and brought it to An Lingrong's mouth.

An Lingrong obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the bird's nest. The light sweet taste refreshed her.

"It's delicious, thank you, Your Majesty." Her eyes and eyebrows were curved, like a kitten stealing some fish.

Yinzhen looked at her satisfied expression and felt relieved. He scooped up another spoonful and was about to feed her, but suddenly he smelled the smell, his stomach churned, and he couldn't help but retching.

He suddenly covered his mouth, his face turned pale instantly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Seeing this, An Lingrong was immediately panicked.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" She reached out to support him, her tone full of worry.

Yinzhen waved his weak hands to indicate that he was fine, but he could not stop dry heaving, one wave after another, as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs.

An Lingrong was so anxious that tears were about to fall: "Su Peisheng, go and call the imperial physician!"

Su Peisheng was also startled by this sudden change and quickly retreated.

An Lingrong gently patted Yinzhen's back and said softly, "Your Majesty, please bear with it. The imperial physician will be here soon."

Yinzhen took a long time to relax, and his retching gradually stopped. His face was still pale, and he leaned weakly on the couch, with a hint of doubt in his deep eyes.

Su Peisheng trotted over to bring the imperial physician. The old physician knelt down on the ground, panting, and tremblingly greeted the emperor: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be blessed with good health."

He glanced at Yinzhen's face and felt uneasy. The emperor was ill, and whether he could save his head depended entirely on this pulse.

Yinzhen waved his hand weakly: "No need to be so polite, just show me what's going on." His voice was much lower than usual, with a hint of weakness.

An Lingrong looked at the imperial physician anxiously, her hands clenched tightly together, her nails almost digging into her flesh. She kept praying in her heart, "The emperor, please don't be in any trouble, please don't be in any trouble..."

The old doctor stretched out his hand tremblingly, placed it on Yinzhen's wrist, and began to feel his pulse with bated breath. The palace was silent, with only the sound of An Lingrong's gentle breathing and the doctor's occasional cough.

Time passed by minute by minute, and An Lingrong felt that every second was as long as a century. She stared at the doctor's expression, hoping to see something from his face, but the old doctor's face remained expressionless, as if he was wearing a mask.

The old doctor took the patient's pulse for a long time, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he did not dare to speak.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, and An Lingrong's heart was in her throat, as if it would jump out in the next second.

"Imperial Physician, how is the emperor's health? Please speak!"

The old doctor withdrew his hand tremblingly, fell to his knees with a thud, and did not dare to raise his head.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, this is..." He stammered and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"What's wrong? How is my health?" Yinzhen asked weakly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

The old doctor was so frightened that he trembled all over. He dared not hide it anymore and said stutteringly: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty is... having pregnancy reactions..."

"Pregnancy...pregnancy recurrence?" An Lingrong was stunned. How could this be possible? How could the emperor, a grown man, have pregnancy recurrence?

She looked at the imperial physician for help, hoping that he could give her a reasonable explanation.

Yinzhen just felt it was ridiculous! He sat up straight suddenly, his chest rising and falling violently, as if it was about to explode.

"Pregnancy recurrence? Me? A man?!" His eyes were wide open, staring at the old doctor kneeling on the ground, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

The old doctor was so frightened that he trembled with fear, buried his head even lower, and his body shook like a sieve.