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Doctor Wen knelt heavily on his knees, his forehead pressed against the cold ground. He trembled all over, his voice choked with sobs:

"Reply...Reply to the Emperor..." He didn't dare to look up.

"Empress Wanpin's pregnancy... I'm sorry, I can't do anything... I'm afraid..."

Doctor Wen took a deep breath, his voice growing deeper and deeper: "Abortion is very harmful to the body nowadays."

He paused for a moment, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and continued with difficulty: "I'm afraid... in the future..."

"Speak!" the emperor roared, his voice echoing in the hall.

Doctor Wen shuddered all over, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and said in one breath: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to get pregnant again in the future!"

He looked up at Doctor Wen with a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Is there really no other way?"

Doctor Wen knelt on the ground with his forehead pressed against the cold earth: "Your Majesty, I...I have tried my best. But Concubine Wan's body..." His voice became lower and lower, and he did not dare to continue.

Hearing this, the emperor's body suddenly staggered, his face instantly turning pale. He staggered a few steps, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Seeing this, An Lingrong hurried forward. She carefully extended her hands and gently supported the emperor's shaky body.

"Your Majesty!" An Lingrong's voice was filled with worry, "Please don't be too sad."

She looked up at the emperor's gloomy face, her eyes gleaming with determination: "Doctor Wen is very skilled in medicine and will definitely be able to take care of Concubine Wan's health."

She patted the emperor's arm gently, trying to give him some comfort and strength.

The emperor looked in the direction of Zhen Huan.

His eyes were filled with pain and self-blame, and his lips trembled slightly. Taking a deep breath, the emperor spoke with difficulty:

"Wanwan..." His voice was low and hoarse, "It's my fault."

The emperor clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. His shoulders trembled slightly, and tears glistened in his eyes.

"I didn't protect our children."

An Lingrong stood aside and heard the emperor say that he had not protected the child again.

She suppressed the twitching of her lips and tried to maintain a caring expression on the surface. However, deep down, she couldn't help but sneer.

"Zhen Huan, oh Zhen Huan," she thought silently in her heart, "Do you know that you and your unborn child are just substitutes for another person in the emperor's heart?"

"You thought you were favored by the Emperor, but you didn't know he had someone else in his heart." An Lingrong sneered inwardly, "If you knew you were just a shadow, wouldn't your heart be broken? Would you be in agony?"

Su Peisheng hurried into the hall, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. His face was solemn, and his eyes flickered with anxiety.

He quickly came before the emperor, knelt heavily on his knees, and pressed his forehead against the cold ground. Su Peisheng took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly:

"Your Majesty, Concubine Hua is kneeling in front of the Suiyu Pavilion, taking off her hairpins and begging Your Majesty to forgive her."

When the emperor heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. A sneer appeared on his lips, and his voice was filled with sharp sarcasm:

"How can such a vicious woman be worthy of the position of Imperial Concubine?"

The Emperor stood up suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a sword. His voice echoed in the hall, shaking the candlelight inside:

"Preach my will!"

The emperor walked down the stairs step by step, and each step seemed to step on the hearts of the people. His voice was like thunder, and each word was sonorous and powerful:

"Noble Concubine Hua has a vicious heart and is unworthy of her position."

The emperor paused for a moment, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He announced word by word, each word carrying a piercing chill:

"Immediately strip her of her title of Imperial Concubine and demote her to Concubine Nian."

The emperor waved his sleeves lightly, his expression stern. His voice grew colder:

"Every day at noon, order them to kneel in front of the gate of Yikun Palace for two full hours!"

As soon as the words fell, the hall fell into a dead silence. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the emperor's furious face.

The Emperor sighed deeply, the pain and remorse in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a hint of fatigue. He slowly raised his head, his gaze moving away from Zhen Huan and towards An Lingrong.

The emperor coughed lightly, trying to make his voice sound steady and dignified. He looked at An Lingrong, feeling both grateful for her thoughtfulness and a faint sense of guilt.

"Rong'er," he said softly, with a hint of barely perceptible hesitation in his tone, "You should go back first. I... I want to stay with Wanpin for a while longer."

Upon hearing this, An Lingrong bit her lower lip lightly, took a deep breath, slowly took a step forward, stretched out her slender hand, and gently placed it on the emperor's arm.

"Your Majesty," she said softly, her voice full of concern, "Although your heart is with Wanpin, you must also take care of your own health."

An Lingrong looked up at the emperor's exhausted face, her eyes gleaming with worry. She gently squeezed the emperor's arm and continued to comfort him, "You haven't had a good rest in a long time. Even for Wanpin, you must take care of yourself."

After saying this, she bowed slightly, took two steps back respectfully, and walked out of Shuiyuxuan.

Zhen Huan's eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes full of confusion and pain, as if she had just woken up from a nightmare.

She looked around blankly, and her eyes finally fell on the emperor sitting beside the bed. Zhen Huan's voice was weak and hoarse, with a hint of confusion:

"Your Majesty...where is my child?"

When the emperor heard this question, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, reached out and gently held Zhen Huan's hand, feeling the coolness of her palm. The emperor's voice was low and gentle, with a soothing tone:

"Wanwan, don't worry for now. Rest well and take good care of yourself. That's the most important thing."

Tears welled up in Zhen Huan's eyes. She shook her head slightly, her voice trembling, "Your Majesty, tell me, what happened to my child?"

The emperor felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw Zhen Huan's fragile appearance. He leaned over and gently stroked Zhen Huan's cheek, his voice full of firmness and tenderness:

"Wanwan, listen to me. We will definitely have children in the future. I promise you that I will protect you well."

When Zhen Huan heard this, tears finally welled up in her eyes.

She clutched the emperor's hand tightly, her voice trembling with anger:

"Your Majesty, it was Concubine Hua! She killed my child!"

The emperor frowned upon hearing this. He gently patted the back of Zhen Huan's hand, trying to calm her agitated emotions.

Zhen Huan struggled to sit up, and the emperor quickly supported her. Her voice was choked with sobs and anger:

"Your Majesty, you must seek justice for our child! Concubine Hua is so vicious and cruel that she doesn't deserve to live in this world!"

The emperor took a deep breath and held Zhen Huan's hands.

"Wanwan, calm down first. I have demoted Concubine Hua's rank and punished her to kneel for two hours every day."

Zhen Huan suddenly shook off the emperor's hand, her eyes flashing with anger. Her voice rose a few degrees:

"This is not enough! Your Majesty, I want her life! She took our child away, so she should pay with her life!"