Transmigration: How to Allure a Man

Ever since then, Duanmu Yu Ling still reported to Feng Ji Hall every day, as if nothing had happened between them. Every day he accompanied Qing Qing to chat and laugh, but Qing Qing wasn't as pretentious as before.

"Qingqing, you can't lie down forever even if you're pregnant. Why don't you accompany me to the imperial garden for a walk today?"

As soon as Duanmu Yu Ling stepped into the hall, he saw Qing Qing lying asleep on the bed. He recalled Imperial Physician Shen's words about pregnant women being lethargic, but not so lethargic. He felt a bit worried.

When he opened his eyes, Duanmu Huanghun was standing in front of him with a worried look on his face. It took some time before Qing Qing regained her senses. She slapped the hand Duanmu Yuling had placed on her face and said, "Your majesty, the imperial physician said that Chenqie wanted to take good care of herself, but the emperor has repeatedly disturbed your concubine's peace and quiet. What sort of solution is this?"

During this period of time, Duanmu Yu Ling was used to Qing Qing's cold words. He helped her up and sat her down. "The imperial physician also said that he'd like to urge you to eat and do some exercise."

Qing Qing placed her hand on Duanmu Yuling's chest to stop him from hugging her. "Your Majesty, please go back. I'll have Forge and the others accompany me for a walk."

However, Duanmu Huanghun didn't give in. He hugged Qing Qing tightly in his arms, pressing her face against his chest, and said with a gentle smile, "Qing Qing, every day is like this. Aren't you tired?" I am very thick-skinned. Whenever you chase me away, didn't you fail in the end? "

Qing Qing was defeated by his words and stopped struggling. She let him hug her, but just as she was about to say something, she felt a faint pain in her lower abdomen. She frowned and unconsciously tightened her grip on Duanmu Huanghun's brocade robe.

When he saw her pale face, one of his hands tightly gripped the front of his shirt while the other was touching his abdomen. There was still a pool of blood on the white blanket on the bed.

"Someone, quickly call for the imperial physician." There was nothing he could do, but fortunately, he still remembered to ask for an imperial physician.

"..."

Imperial Physician Shen looked at the comatose empress, then at the sullen emperor. Cold sweat broke out on his back as he composed himself, then changed Lian Qiuwei's left hand, then his right before speaking again, "The empress has signs of an abortion. According to this subject, in less than a month, the empress's fetus …" As soon as he saw Duanmu Yu Ling's ice-cold expression, his legs involuntarily trembled a few times. He lowered his head and stood there stiffly, not daring to even breathe.

Duanmu Yu Ling closed his eyes for a long time before asking coldly, "Is there still hope?"

Imperial Physician Shen's head drooped even lower. "Your majesty, please forgive me. With your subject's medical skills, it'll really be difficult to protect the little prince."

Duanmu Yuling rubbed his temples and said, "You can go now. You just have to follow me down there and boil some medicine. No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

"Yes."

After everyone had left, Duanmu Yu Ling sat on the edge of the bed. He carefully copied Qing Qing's facial features and face and began to mutter to himself, "Qing Qing, what should I do? If I had known that I would fall in love with you, I wouldn't have done the wrong thing. Back then I only thought of having the girl I love give birth to my child, so that I might not be like how I was brought up without royal father's love, and could even be bullied by others. "

He lowered his head to kiss her forehead and continued, "That's why I had my hands and feet touched in the food of my concubine. This is also the reason why no one in the palace has a son." As he spoke, a tear fell onto the clean side of his face.