Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

Although the whip around his waist was stopped by the maid, it could not stop Amire's steps.

She suddenly ran to Wen Yuan and pushed her shoulders hard.

Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had thought of many possible reactions from Amire, but he didn't expect her to actually take action.

Amire has been riding horses for many years and is quite strong. In addition, she didn't even think about holding back her strength, so Wen Yuan was pushed back two steps and stepped on the hand of Xiangyu who was kneeling on the ground.

Xiangyu felt pain, but she gritted her teeth and endured it without moving.

"Miss!"

"Mom, be careful."

When Wen Yuan was about to fall, Nanny Li and the palace maid quickly supported her.

After Wen Yuan stood firm, he looked at the stairs that were so close to him and felt regretful. He thought that if he fell down, his head would hit the sharp corner of the flower bed below and he would die.

Pregnancy is very hard, palace fighting is very tiring, whoever wants the position of queen can have it, she just wants to go home.

There are thousands of men in the world, why should you hang yourself on a tree?

Moreover, it is a black-hearted, crooked tree.

Wen Yuan didn't say anything for a long time, and Nanny Li turned pale with fright.

"Go find Eunuch Zhou! Go!"

A palace maid crawled towards the Suhe Hall.

"Also, call the imperial physician."

Nanny Li was no longer able to care about the Princess of Southern Xinjiang who was standing there in a trance.

She was the head nanny appointed by Li Zhao himself. She had to protect the imperial concubine's safety and ensure the smooth birth of the little prince.

No matter whether the Princess of Nanjiang in front of her will become the queen in the future, right now, she means nothing in front of the existing royal heir.

Everyone hurriedly helped Wen Yuan onto the couch. After a while of work, Nanny Li's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she didn't even have time to wipe them off.

Before everyone could catch their breath, Li Zhao arrived.

"The emperor has arrived." Eunuch Zhou's shrill voice sounded outside the gate of Yonghe Palace.

Amire, who was left out in the corridor, finally came to her senses. She held her breath and looked at Li Zhao who was approaching from afar.

Li Zhao was wearing a dark green robe with dark gold inlays today. Because of his long legs and big steps, the robe was lifted by the wind, and the black high boots underneath could be vaguely seen.

Li Zhao walked hurriedly with a gloomy expression on his face, and he didn't even glance at Amire who was standing in the corridor.

"Emperor brother." Ami called him enthusiastically, but because of fear, her lips moved up and down and no sound came out.

Li Zhao turned a deaf ear and quickly disappeared at the door.

Inside the room, the imperial physician was taking the patient's pulse.

As soon as Li Zhao entered the room, all the palace maids and eunuchs in the room knelt down, not daring to breathe.

Wen Yuan didn't feel any discomfort. With such a big commotion, people who didn't know her would think she had a miscarriage.

"Imperial Physician." Li Zhao's voice was deep, like the dark clouds before a storm.

"The minister is here."

"If the imperial concubine makes any mistake, you will be held responsible."

The innocent imperial physician, sweating profusely, replied tremblingly, "Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine is fine. She's just a little frightened and needs to lie down and rest. It's best for you not to get up for the next few days and try to walk as little as possible."

When the imperial physician said this, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief silently.

Li Zhao's expression did not improve at all because of the imperial physician's words, and anger was burning in his heart.

Wen Yuan, who was lying on the couch, had a thin and pointed chin and a gloomy expression. Li Zhao felt as if his heart was pinched by someone, and it was sore and painful.

"Your Majesty, I will prescribe some tranquilizing medicine for Your Majesty..."

Before the imperial physician could finish his words, Wen Yuan interrupted him: "I'm fine, so I won't give you any medicine."

I thought Li Zhao would stop her, but unexpectedly, Li Zhao agreed with her.

Perhaps he knew that Wen Yuan would vomit out all the Chinese medicine every time he drank it.

He is already extremely thin, and if he vomits a few more times, he might really lose his life.

"Go down and let the concubine have a good rest."

"Yes."

The imperial physician and a group of palace maids and eunuchs all retreated.

Li Zhao came and sat next to Wen Yuan, gently stroking her cheek.

"Ayuan——"

Li Zhao's brows were tightly furrowed, and there was pain in his eyes that Wen Yuan couldn't understand.

Why is she in pain? Wen Yuan wondered if she was afraid of losing the child.