On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 565 The Child is Gone

"Get up and talk."

The defense of the palace has always been in the charge of the chief steward Lin An. He is the primary person responsible for the mistake this time, and it has little to do with Cao Xiong.

But this kid actually hit his face so hard that it was swollen, which shows that he felt really bad about it.

Cao Xiong panted, his gaze shifted to the pavilion, gratitude flashed in his swollen eyes.

Lin Zhen asked, "What's going on with these women?"

Cao Xiong said, "Fairy Liyue brought them back! She came to Madam Qingxia's house this morning to reminisce about the past. When this happened, the fairy hadn't left yet! Upon hearing that Madam was in trouble, the fairy immediately returned to the Tiandao Camp and urgently summoned these people."

He was referring to the fairies standing solemnly in the pavilion.

Lin Zhen's icy gaze followed Cao Xiong's gaze towards the pavilion, finally settling on the cold and indifferent face of the Liyue Fairy. His tone was filled with cold questioning and an unyielding majesty:

"Liyue, this prince understands that you are here to aid us." He glanced at Ziyan, Chengxue, and Jinglan, his eyes suddenly sharp as a knife. "But you should know! The Tiandao Camp is currently undergoing closed and strict training in the top-secret training ground in Beishan! Without this prince's handwritten military order, no Tiandao disciple may leave the training ground for any reason! Those who violate this order will be executed!"

His voice was filled with murderous intent, like the clanging of metal, and his gaze pierced Li Yue like a knife: "Tell me, Prince! Who gave you the courage to leave your post and appear in the inner courtyard of the palace?!"

A huge pressure descended like a mountain! The temperature of the entire courtyard seemed to drop to freezing point!

However, Li Yue didn't even look at him, turned around and ignored him.

As if he had no fear of death.

Lin Zhen got angry.

Damn it, the people I trained don’t listen to my orders. What’s the use of them?

It seems that to conquer a woman, you must first conquer her body, just like Xia Zhu.

Cao Xiong swallowed hard, his face filled with bitterness. He lowered his head and spoke in a voice as quiet as a mosquito: "Prince, please calm down. The fairies are also worried about your wife's safety..."

"Shut up! I haven't even asked you yet, but you're already speaking for them." Lin Zhen interrupted him immediately. "What is your guard battalion for? You let them run out so blatantly?"

"Sir, these are all powerful killers. If they want to get out, there's no way we can stop them."

These words are filled with a deep sense of powerlessness and helplessness, but they also state an irrefutable fact.

It is indeed difficult for them to stop several top killers with their fighting power. The most important thing is that they can't do anything to these fairies. After all, no one knows whether Lin Zhen will suddenly have the idea of sleeping with them.

You will only get yourself into trouble then.

Lin Zhen clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his cheeks formed cold and hard lines.

His gaze quickly switched between the ethereal figures in the pavilion and Qingwen, who was still in shock, holding her crying son tightly in her arms.

In the end, he only let out a dull snort from his nose, which was considered as his acceptance of this irresistible reality.

He didn't say anything else, just waved his hand tiredly, signaling Cao Xiong to step aside.

"Where is the old sect leader?!" Lin Zhen suddenly remembered the strongest guardian of the palace, the one with white hair and beard, who was like a living fossil and had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Cao Xiong quickly replied, "My Lord! The old sect leader left the city three days ago to visit some old Taoist friends and exchange skills, and he hasn't returned yet."

Lin Zhen's heart sank again and his brows furrowed even tighter.

The palace's strongest guardian happened to be away!

An ominous premonition lingered in his heart. Just as he was tense—

"Squeak-"

The tightly closed door of the vermilion-painted and carved delivery room in the west wing was gently opened.

A thin but majestic figure stepped out.

It’s Dr. Sun!

His hair and beard were as white as snow, and he wore a spotless dark blue Taoist robe.

At this moment, the baby-like rosy forehead was rarely oozing with fine beads of sweat, and the usually calm face also took on a solemn look.

He was holding a Ding kiln white porcelain bowl in his hand. The dark brown medicinal juice in the bowl was still steaming. A strong and pungent smell of blood mixed with medicine hit his face!

"Dr. Sun!" Lin Zhen's heart instantly rose to his throat when he saw this medical genius!

He rushed forward, his voice urgent but trying hard to maintain the composure of a prince: "Divine Doctor! How is Qingxia?!"

Doctor Sun raised his eyes and saw the undisguised concern and worry in Lin Zhen's eyes.

He twirled his long snow-white beard, his eyes deep and steady, his voice filled with the calmness and strong confidence of someone who had seen a lot:

"Don't worry, Prince. Madam's internal energy is abundant and her foundation is solid, far beyond the reach of ordinary people." These words were like a reassurance, relaxing Lin Zhen's tense nerves slightly.

"Although the premature birth was caused by an unexpected outburst of qi over a month ago," Divine Doctor Sun said in a calm tone, "from my observation of their pulses, the vital energy of both mother and child is quite stable, and they are not doomed to die. I have already used the 'Three Talents Locking Essence Needle' to temporarily stabilize their breathing and protect their vital roots."

He gestured to the medicine bowl in his hand.

"I also personally prepared the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Soup. Madam has already taken a dose. It will help nourish her Qi and blood, strengthen her body, and accumulate strength."

He tilted the medicine bowl slightly, and the dark brown liquid was as viscous as amber, with faint traces of blood floating in it.

Lin Zhen asked anxiously: "What should I do now?"

"Your Highness, don't worry. I will stay here and do my best to ensure that Madam Qingxia is safe." This confidence, which came from a top medical master, effectively calmed people's hearts.

The heavy stone hanging in Lin Zhen's heart finally fell halfway!

Thinking of the burning anxiety and scratching his head during Qingwen's last delivery, he couldn't help but take another deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and bowed solemnly to Doctor Sun to express his gratitude:

"Thank you, doctor! This prince would like to thank you on behalf of Qingxia and my little...child! Please take care of your health!" His tone was sincere and weighty.

Doctor Sun nodded slightly and signaled the boy doctor standing beside him to take the bowl of medicine.

Lin Zhen felt a little relieved and wanted to turn around and wait in the pavilion.

At this moment——

"Namo Amitabha... The dice rolls on both sides; whether it comes up big or small depends on the lines on your palm... Where are you, Prince, so happy to be back? I'd like to ask for a glass of wedding wine to share in your good fortune..."

A slick, tuneless Buddhist chant mixed with a minor tune echoed throughout the courtyard with a playful smile!

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old monk with a shiny bald head, wearing a gray monk's robe full of patches and stained with dirt. He was swaying with every step, humming a tune of Eighteen Touches, and holding a broken wine gourd with oil stains in his hand. He staggered in from the moon-shaped door!

It was the chess and card Buddha who was "invited" back to the palace by Lin Zhen, but was left in the guest room for several days due to being busy!

The Chess Buddha walked into the courtyard, his round face still wearing that carefree smile, his small eyes rolling around, finally landing on the gloomy Lin Zhen:

"Oh! Young Master! I haven't seen you for a few days. Your face is rosy and your brows are shining. It must be a great joy coming! Could it be that one of the ladies in the mansion is expecting a baby? Hehehe, this poor monk has no other gift, so I will sing a Buddhist song to bring you good luck."

Lin Zhen was extremely worried at the moment, so how could he have the mood to pay any attention to this unruly old monk?

I felt even more annoyed by his jokes!

His brows knitted into knots in an instant, and his tone was extremely impatient, with an undisguised intention to drive him away:

"Old monk! Something's going on in the mansion! Qingxia is in a critical situation! I don't have time to discuss scriptures with you today! Whether you want to drink and sing, or recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name, just go back to your room and do as you please! When this matter is over, this prince will come to find you!"

The intention to expel the guests is clear.

The chess and card Buddha statue was completely unaware of Lin Zhen's murderous aura and intention to drive him away, which were almost condensed into substance.

A gleam of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes, and he actually took two steps forward with a smile, pinching his fingers quickly a few times, looking like a street fortune teller!

The playful smile on his face gradually faded, and finally turned into an extremely rare solemnity, even with a touch of extremely deep and indescribable compassion.

He ignored Lin Zhen's ugly expression and spoke slowly in a low, hoarse voice that seemed to penetrate the fog:

"My lord, forgive me for being frank, but you still need to be fully prepared mentally." His words were deep and heavy, carrying a hint of insight into the secrets of heaven.

"What preparations?!" Lin Zhen's heart felt like it was being squeezed by an icy hand! The ominous premonition suddenly became a hundred times stronger!

His eyes were like lightning, staring at the slick and solemn face of the chess and card Buddha, and he asked in a stern voice!

The Chess Buddha clasped his hands together in front of his chest, lowered his head and brows, and sighed deeply, the sound like a dry branch scraping against rough bark:

"This premature baby... I'm afraid his fate isn't deep enough, and he might not be able to grow up."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, striking down heavily!

“Shut up, evil monk!!”

Before the chess and card Buddha finished speaking, a loud shout mixed with extreme anger and insults exploded like thunder!

Doctor Sun, who had been silent and solemn, now had his hair and beard standing on end!

His usually calm and composed face flushed with fury! His perceptive eyes were practically spitting fire! The whisk in his hand was trembling with excitement!

He took a sudden step forward, pointed at the Chess Buddha's nose, and his voice trembled with extreme anger:

"Ignorant lunatic! A piece of rotten wood! How dare you talk nonsense about life and death here, cursing the lady and the young master?! Do you not believe in my medical skills?! Or are you deliberately trying to disturb the minds of our royal family and confuse the people with your lies?!"

The angry shouting made the wind chimes at the corner of the pavilion buzz!

Dr. Sun devoted his life to studying medicine and saved countless lives, but the thing he hated most was such indiscriminate behavior of cursing patients by saying it was fate, not to mention that the person being cursed was the precious bloodline of the royal palace!

This is a great disgrace to his lifelong medical skills and the title of "Medicine King"!

Faced with the overwhelming anger and accusations, the Chess and Cards Buddha did not respond with jokes and smooth talk as usual.

He just shook his head slightly, the compassion on his face becoming even stronger, his eyes seemed to see through the vicissitudes of life and death.

"Wulian Tianzun! Fellow Daoist, please calm down." He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. His voice was low, but it carried a sense of helplessness that penetrated the clamor and a desolate feeling that saw through the secrets of heaven.

"How dare I question your profound medical skills? Even though this magical skill can bring back the dead, it is ultimately powerless to resist the mighty force of the Heavenly Dao."

He paused, his cloudy eyes looking straight at Lin Zhen, whose chest was heaving violently due to extreme anger. As if to penetrate Lin Zhen's soul, his voice was like the wind that penetrated the valley on a cold night:

"Sir, everything is determined by fate. Nothing can be forced."

"You--!!" Lin Zhen was completely enraged by such ambiguous and mysterious words!

The long-standing worry about the safety of relatives, the anger about the repeated attacks on the palace, and the old monk's noisy voice like a leech, all the anger finally broke through the dam of reason at this moment!

The patience and restraint in his eyes were gone, leaving only violent anger!

"Old bald donkey!" Lin Zhen roared like a wounded beast, with a cold light in his eyes like a knife!

The pair of big hands that had witnessed killing and were stained with blood, with a tremendous force, suddenly pushed towards the thin shoulders of the chess and card Buddha!

"You dare say that again—!"

However, just as his palm was about to touch the dirty and greasy robe of the Chess Buddha——

"what--!!!"

An extremely sudden, shrill, and sharp scream filled with extreme pain and despair!

Like the last cry of a dying mother beast on the verge of despair!

Suddenly and without warning, the tightly closed wooden door of the delivery room was torn open!

The voice was so shrill that it broke!

It broke the oppressive silence of Xiefang Pavilion!

Like the sharpest dagger, it pierced into the heart of everyone present!

Everyone heard that sound clearly!

It belongs to Qingxia!

It was Qingxia’s cry of pain!