The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

"Yueyue... Yueyue!" Qi Junyi called out softly twice. Seeing that she didn't respond at all, he could no longer suppress his panic and wanted to call the imperial physician. The person in his arms finally lifted her wet eyelashes, clutched his clothes, and cried out softly, "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" He didn't hide the pain on his face. He stretched out his arms to hug her tightly, and covered her lower abdomen with his hands. "Does your stomach hurt?"

Liu Rong, who was guarding outside, heard the noise inside and knocked on the door with a serious expression. "Your Majesty?"

Qi Junyi shouted, "Go call the imperial physician!"

Startled by his voice, Jiang Lingyue finally woke up from her dream and hurriedly grasped his arm, "No need to call the imperial physician."

Qi Junyi looked at her and asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

His hand was still covering her lower abdomen. Jiang Lingyue took a deep breath and said hesitantly, "I seem to be having my period...

Qi Junyi was silent for a moment, and his hand was about to move down along his lower abdomen.

Jiang Lingyue was startled, and after she reacted, she held his wrist tightly, her face flushed, "You...don't..."

She was extremely shocked. How come she didn't know that he had this habit!

As if he had just realized what he had done, Qi Junyi froze for a moment, slowly withdrew his hand, pursed his lips and said, "Does it still hurt?"

A hint of discomfort flashed across his face, but Jiang Lingyue didn't notice it at all. She was extremely embarrassed. "...It doesn't hurt much."

But she dreamed of her past life, and the pain of miscarriage seemed to be transmitted to her, making it unbearable.

Since that time, she has suffered from abdominal pain and has taken countless medicines, but to no avail.

Before that, she was in good health.

Jiang Lingyue withdrew her thoughts and wanted to apologize and ask him to leave. After all, female genitals were dirty things. But when she raised her eyes, she saw that the man in front of her was in a trance and didn't know what he was thinking about.

In the candlelight, half of his profile was hidden in the shadows, and his smooth jawline had lost the warmth it had during the day, appearing a bit cold and hard.

Noticing her gaze, Qi Junyi lowered his eyes slightly, smiled at her, lifted the quilt, stood up, and called Jinshu and Jinyu to come in and serve him.

After everything was packed up, it was already bright and the imperial physician arrived.

After four days of being favored, the imperial physician was summoned early in the morning. One can imagine what kind of rumors will spread in the palace.

Jiang Lingyue, who was forced to give her name, half leaned on the couch and stretched out her wrist.

The imperial physician took the patient's pulse for a long time, as if he had encountered some difficulty, with a conflicted look on his face, which made Jiang Lingyue couldn't help but secretly praise him in her heart.

It turned out that he was specially serving the royal family. Looking at his solemn appearance, she almost believed that she really had an incurable disease.

Qi Junyi had already changed out of his pajamas and sat down to one side. "How is it?"

The worried-looking imperial physician paused for a moment before answering respectfully, "Your Majesty's pulse is smooth, but you have a slight deficiency of Qi and coldness in the uterus. Dietary supplements will suffice."

"Go write a prescription," Qi Junyi waved his hand to let the imperial physician leave, and then instructed Liu Rong, "Ask the imperial kitchen to send a few chefs over. From now on, you will prepare the meals for Ning'an Palace yourself."

Having a private kitchenette is a privilege only enjoyed by the master of a palace.

Only those who are above the third rank can enjoy it.

This is another exception.

Liu Rong bowed and agreed. Having been immersed in the deep palace for many years, he, as a servant, was accustomed to these means of competing for favor. He did not expect that his Majesty would actually condone them.

But Qi Junyi only indulged him in this way.

After the palace people had left, they were alone in the hall again. He lowered his eyes to look at the girl on the couch, his deep gaze fixed on her. "What kind of life have you been leading in the Jiang family? Are you still unwilling to tell me the truth?"

Every noble lady is treated as a precious guest in the palace since she is born. She is raised with gold and jade, and her food, clothing and other expenses are all taken care of with great care. As long as she does not have a chronic disease brought from the womb, no matter how weak her foundation is, she can build up a good body after more than ten years of care.

But she actually had a cold uterus.

The man who had always been aloof began to care about her situation at home, but Jiang Lingyue kept her eyelids drooped and did not feel flattered at all.

She clutched the quilt tightly and said, "Your Majesty has misunderstood. My father and brother are both alive, and my stepmother is kind and forgiving. No one in the Jiang family dares to neglect me. It's just that I was born prematurely, and my health has been weaker than others since I was young, but it's not a big deal."

In her previous life, she did tell him about the torture she suffered at the hands of her stepmother, and he did vent her anger, as the Jiang family was repeatedly demoted by him.

Her father's military power was taken away, and he was only given a sinecure position of the fifth rank in the Ministry of War. When his father asked her for help, she avoided him.

Knowing that his daughter had finally turned away from her family and that his career was completely hopeless, Jiang Shao began to indulge in wine and women. In the winter of the seventh year of Jingtai, he fell into the water at Chunfeng Tower after getting drunk and drowned in the moat.

The emperor obviously wanted to deal with the Jiang family. Although he did not directly dismiss her from office, her eldest brother also had a hard time in the military camp. During the autumn hunting in the eighth year of Jingtai, he was shot in the calf by an arrow shot by someone unknown. Since then, he has been lame, and his hope of reviving the Jiang family has been gone.

Her second brother, who was closest to her, died earlier than anyone else. He died in the Spring Competition in the seventh year of Jingtai. Instigated by several sons of noble families, he wanted to rely on his own strength to gain the emperor's favor, so he took the initiative to challenge the Northern Di envoys who came to offer gifts. In public, he was killed by a Northern Di envoy with a palm that shattered his heart meridian.

At this point, the Jiang family was left with only the lame eldest brother and three young nephews. Stepmother Shen also did not have the last laugh and followed her father to pass away in the winter of the seventh year of Jingtai.

She and Jiang Lingxin, two daughters of the Jiang family who entered the palace, were said to be the most favored in the harem, but in fact they could not even protect a single family member.

The lessons of the past were still fresh in his mind, so how could Jiang Lingyue dare to tell him the truth?

She lost her mother at birth. Her father, heartbroken by the loss of his beloved wife, angrily scolded her for being born to bring bad luck to her mother. After he married Shen and gave birth to Jiang Lingxin, he treated her even less.

The eldest brother had a very deep relationship with his mother. His mother died giving birth to her, so he was particularly angry and cold towards her. Compared to her, he treated Jiang Lingxin more like a sister from the same mother, caring and doting for her.

The second brother was different. They were only two years apart in age and neither of them had the protection of their mother in their childhood. They depended on each other for a few years, but after all, he was a son. When the second brother was ten years old, his father sent him to the military camp for training. He rarely came back during the holidays, leaving the eight-year-old girl to suffer cold treatment and torture in the backyard of the Jiang family.

She suffered a lot of grievances in those years. Her food, clothing and other expenses were constantly deducted. There was no charcoal in winter and no ice in summer. When she fed herself with cold rice one meal after another, Jiang Lingyue thought that if she became rich in the future, she would never let the Jiang family take advantage of her.

But she never intended for them to die miserably.