As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

Ning Rushong stood tall and straight in front of He Yue, his cold and handsome face expressionless, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.

"The palace maids said that you had a poor appetite in the afternoon and felt a little nauseous." Ning Rushong's voice was meaningful. He placed his large hands on He Yue's shoulders, then exerted a little force and clamped her into his arms.

"I have sent Dr. Xu." Ning Rusong's eyes rested on He Yue's pale and gray face, and he added in a low voice with an ambiguous meaning, "He is a gynecologist."

He Yue forced a smile, and Furong could no longer maintain the gentleness she had in front of Ning Rusong in the past. "Thank you, Your Highness. I am very grateful."

After spending many months together, He Yue could also see some of Ning Rushong's emotions, and he was obviously in an unexpected mood at the moment.

As for why, it was obvious. It was probably because everything she said and did in the afternoon reached his ears.

Ning Rusong sneered, his brows gloomy, and gently pulled He Yue's wrist, saying calmly, "Doctor Xu, why don't you come over and take my pulse?"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Doctor Xu covered the Crown Princess' wrist with a thin brocade handkerchief and then placed his fingers on it.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy and gloomy. He Yue couldn't help but hold her breath, and her head was buzzing. She felt like a criminal waiting for sentencing, and Doctor Xu was the judge.

Ning Rusong's fair and well-proportioned hands supported her somewhat soft back, "It's just a pulse, Yueyue, why are you panicking?"

The word "Yueyue" should be tender and affectionate, and is a name for ambiguity between lovers. But now when it comes out of Ning Rushong's mouth, it sounds unusually cold, and rather like a different kind of reminder, with a serious sense of gloom.

He was originally the gloomy and domineering Crown Prince. As long as he showed a cold expression, he would be so awe-inspiring that people would be frightened. The palace maids serving in the inner hall would lower their heads and hold their breath, minimizing their presence for fear of implicating innocent people.

Nanny Lu was secretly sweating in her heart. The Crown Princess must not lose her temper now. She had to live her life. Being pregnant was indeed a great joy. If one day the Crown Princess lost the favor of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, at least she still had a strong support.

There are only three things that any wife or concubine in this world can rely on: a strong family background, the favor of the husband, and a promising child. The Crown Princess should understand this. She is usually very insightful, so how could she be so stupid now!

Perhaps because she was too flustered, He Yue felt timid for a moment and didn't know how to answer Ning Rushong's question, so she lowered her head and remained silent, and her beautiful face also became a little sad.

Ning Rushong's face gradually darkened. The palace maids in the Biyuan all knelt down silently. Xiao Guanzi watched from the side and couldn't help muttering in his heart, "The Crown Princess is so confused!"

At this time, Doctor Xu tremblingly took back the silk handkerchief on He Yue's wrist, knelt on the ground, and rested his head on the ground, "Your Highness, the Crown Princess is in good health, and... she is not pregnant."

After being declared infertile, He Yue heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately! But before she could be happy for long, her face was lifted up by a jade-like hand, and she was forced to look up and look directly into Ning Rusong's dark and cold eyes.

Ning Rushong swept his hand casually, and the teacup on the table fell to the ground with a bang, breaking into pieces.

"Everyone, get out!" Ning Rushong shouted fiercely, his face cold and gloomy.

The palace maids kneeling on the ground, along with Doctor Xu, hurried out of the inner hall, fearing that they would be too late.

The door was tightly closed, and He Yue huddled back on the couch, like an animal locked in a cage, tightly locked in shackles. She could only watch helplessly and miserably as the knife-wielding hunter approached her inch by inch.

"Why are you hiding?" Ning Rushong pulled gently, and everything He Yue had done was in vain. She could only sit in his arms, her long eyelashes trembling, and her pretty little face could not hide the fear.

She looked panicked, her face being clamped by Ning Rushong's hand. Ning Rushong didn't use much force, but He Yue felt as if her vital point was being pinched.

"Your Highness, I am afraid of you in this state." He Yue raised her soft hands tremblingly and clasped them on Ning Rusong's wrists that were holding her face up. She said in a timid voice, "I am afraid."

He Yue looked really pitiful. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her beautiful face was pale and panic-stricken, and her eyes suddenly turned red. She wanted to take Ning Rushong's hand away, but she couldn't move it at all.

Ning Rusong looked down at He Yue's fearful eyes, and for a moment he felt extremely upset. He didn't want to think about it, and said in a cold tone, "My Yueyue doesn't want to have a child for me, right?"