Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

Wei Yanwan, accompanied by a group of palace maids, slowly entered Yongshou Palace. Their eyes were filled with a dazzling display of gold and jade, a scene so magnificent and gorgeous that they could not help but marvel at the sheer size of the palace. In their past lives, they had never seen a concubine live in such a place. Seeing Wei Yanwan arrive, everyone knelt and saluted, saying, "Greetings, Her Majesty the Concubine Zhao!"

Wei Yanwan's lips curled up into a smile. "Everyone, get up!" Then, with Chunchan's help, she began to stroll around. As she entered the bedroom, she spotted the neatly arranged palace dresses in the closet. Yanwan carefully selected a rose-red dress, which made her look particularly charming. Then, she summoned Jinzhong and Chunchan, and together they headed for a stroll in the Imperial Garden.

Jinzhong asked doubtfully, "Master, what are you doing in the Imperial Garden at this hour? The sun is blazing! It would be terrible if you get sunburned!"

Wei Yanwan smiled mysteriously and replied, "Going to the theater!" Chun Chan looked confused and asked curiously, "Is something going to happen?"

Wei Yanwan smiled slightly, revealing a sly smile, and said, "Who is most anxious about Concubine Xian being sent to the cold palace?"

Jinzhong answered without hesitation: "Your Majesty!"

However, Wei Yanwan shook her head, a hint of contempt flashing in her eyes, and said, "Wrong, it was Concubine Hai! Do you really think that Prince Duanhui died because the Queen forced him to study and work hard? Our Concubine Hai is very powerful!"

Chun Chan covered her mouth in surprise, staring at Wei Yanwan with wide eyes, and asked in disbelief, "You mean?"

Wei Yanwan smiled triumphantly, then gently patted Jinzhong's hand, signaling him to support her. Then, she slowly stood up and, supported by Jinzhong, walked toward the Imperial Garden. All the way, Wei Yanwan's face shone with confidence and complacency, as if she had everything under control.

Jinzhong carefully supported Wei Yanwan and asked softly, "Master, why are you going to the Imperial Garden?"

Wei Yanwan raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and smiled mysteriously: "Of course there is something important to do." After that, she quickened her pace, her heart full of anticipation.

Jinzhong followed closely behind, also filled with curiosity, but he didn't dare ask any more questions. They arrived at the Imperial Garden together. Wei Yanwan stopped and looked around, as if she was looking for someone or something.

The sunlight bathed Wei Yanwan, illuminating her beautiful figure with an alluring beauty. Her delicate features, captivating eyes, and noble demeanor captivated everyone. At this moment, Wei Yanwan was like a blooming flower, radiating endless charm.

Wei Yanwan said to Chunchan beside her with a malicious look on her face, "Let's go find Concubine Mei and give her a child. By the way, is Concubine Hai pregnant recently?" Chunchan shook her head, indicating that she didn't know. Wei Yanwan sneered and said, "I guess if Concubine Hai is pregnant, she will use the child in her belly to save Concubine Xian. So before I can firmly sit on the position of favorite concubine, I must make sure that the palace is full of children. That way, Concubine Hai's plan to use children will be useless. After all, if everyone is pregnant and only her child has problems, do you think the emperor will be suspicious?"

At this moment, a beautiful pipa sound was heard from the Imperial Garden. Wei Yanwan and Chunchan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Concubine Mei holding the pipa and playing a beautiful piece of music. Wei Yanwan was moved and decided to visit this once favored concubine.

Seeing Wei Yanwan coming, Meipin hurriedly stood up and saluted, saying, "Hello, Empress Zhao!" Wei Yanwan smiled and helped her up, saying softly, "Meipin's pipa skills are really superb. I specially brought a piece of music score to give to you today." As she spoke, she handed the music score in her hand to Meipin.

Meipin took the music sheet, took a closer look, and found that it was actually the music of Pipa Xing. She was immediately delighted and started to play it excitedly. For a moment, the whole imperial garden was resounding with the clear and pleasant sound of the pipa, as if the big strings were as noisy as heavy rain, and the small strings were as soft as whispers. The clamor and whispers were mixed, and pearls big and small fell on a jade plate. Wei Yanwan couldn't help but clap her hands and praised: "Good! Very good..." Meipin also stopped what she was doing, smiled shyly, and said: "Empress Zhao's music is really exquisite..." Wei Yanwan: "Sister, just call me sister from now on! I know you have always been resentful for the prince who died young that year, and you want revenge. But don't you want to have a child? Life in the deep palace is really hard to endure without favor and children..."

Meipin slowly stood up and gently placed her pipa aside. A trace of sadness and helplessness lingered in her eyes. She whispered, "Ever since I gave birth to that child, my menstrual bleeding has been a constant source of worry and frustration. It's a problem that the Emperor has never summoned me to his bedchamber. For that reason, I'm afraid even my current health wouldn't be able to sustain a child for much longer."

Wei Yanwan pulled two exquisite porcelain bottles from her sleeves, a sly glint in her eyes. She smiled and said, "The medicine in this red bottle can cure your chronic illness, and the white bottle contains a fertility pill. If you take it after your night with the emperor, you'll be pregnant in a month. It's entirely up to you to decide whether to use it or not!" With that, she stood up and gracefully departed.

After Wei Yanwan left, Meipin fell into a long silence. She sat there quietly, turning over the words she had just heard in her mind. Finally, she sighed softly and quietly put the two bottles away. After all, she had nothing left now, nothing worth Concubine Zhao's concern and calculation.