Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1796

"Will the princess tell me?" Shen Siyuan's eyes lit up.

Shi Anxia shook her head, no longer crying, "No."

Shen Siyuan: “…”

He was sullen for a moment and said unhappily, "You two like to play tricks."

As soon as he said this, he realized that he had said the wrong thing. Why mention the missing prince consort?

But Shi Anxia followed his words and asked, "When do you think it's appropriate for me and the children to set off for Tiema City?"

Shen Siyuan's frown could instantly kill a fly, "It's not suitable to go at any time. Let alone the young Marquis Weibei, looking at his condition, it wouldn't be a problem even if he was taken to the wild land of Beihan. But it's not convenient for the two young princesses to leave the capital."

Shi Anxia remained silent, as if considering whether she could take only her son to find Cen Yuan.

She thought to herself that she had a baby Gu in her body, and maybe if she got close enough, she could sense the presence of the mother Gu.

This was the only way for her to find her husband. Besides, she also wanted to take Zhuo Qiran with her.

Thinking about it, he asked, "How is Lord Zhuo?"

"He..." Shen Siyuan couldn't bear to say it, but he had to say it, "his hair turned white overnight."

"I owe him." Shi Anxia lowered her eyes.

Why did she repeatedly emphasize that she must live and the baby in her belly must also live? Because she knew Zhuo Qiran's ability.

The Zi Gu could not only protect her from pain, but also maintain the weak life of her two daughters. Zhuo Qiran naturally had a way to make the Zi Gu last to the end.

As for what price she would have to pay, she didn't dare to think too deeply at that time. When human lives were at stake, she could only place all her hopes on the Gu breeder.

White hair overnight! She thought that Lord Zhuo must have spent a lot of energy, even at the cost of his life, to allow Zi Gu to hold on once more during her childbirth.

How could she and her children survive by some providence? It was clearly someone risking their lives, paying a heavy price, to save them from the catastrophe of life and death.

Zhuo Qiran is her benefactor.

"Bei Hui," Shi Anxia raised her eyes, "bring the thousand-year-old ginseng given by the palace." Then she turned to Shen Siyuan, "Give these to Lord Zhuo first. If you need any precious medicinal materials in the future, just come to the mansion to get them."

Shen Siyuan took the ginseng and said nothing. He had been with the princess for a long time and knew what she was thinking, so he returned to the original topic, "If the princess insists on going to Iron Horse City, she will have to collect the bodies of the two little princesses when she returns."

It's New Year's Day, so don't blame him for speaking harshly. If he speaks too nicely, people won't listen. Besides, there is nothing taboo in his heart.

Shi Anxia was frightened, "I'll leave later."

Seeing that she listened to his advice, Shen Siyuan stopped talking. He took her pulse again and called Madam Meng to discuss adjusting the prescription, adding a large amount of rare medicinal herbs that could calm the nerves.

Mrs. Anguo told him that ordinary tranquilizers were no longer effective. He had to find another way.

Shen Siyuan packed up his medicine box and reminded her before leaving, "Princess, you need to rest and don't worry too much all day. Sleep is the best medicine to restore your vitality."

Shi Anxia's eyes were dark, and her gaze fell vaguely on the window frame. Her voice was as light as a wisp of smoke, "I can't control it. Some things are trying hard to drill into my brain, and I can't stop them."

In the past, I had lost my memory and couldn’t remember anything; now, the past comes flooding back, one by one, so clear that there is no escape.

After Shen Siyuan left, Madam Meng stepped forward lightly, undressed her and rewrapped the cotton cloth around her abdomen. The white silk was tightened inch by inch, squeezing her still soft waist and abdomen.

Shi Anxia frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Madam Meng whispered, "Princess, bear with it. Tighten the bandage to help the uterus return to its original position. Although the old method is uncomfortable, it is the experience passed down by our ancestors."

Shi Anxia lowered her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of the cloth, her thoughts drifting away again. She was stunned and did not hear clearly what Madam Meng said.

In a trance, it was March when Emperor Mingde returned to the capital.