The princess only wants to survive, and the cold-faced king of hell begs for mercy

His voice was as calm as water, yet it seemed to contain endless mysteries and strategies.

"Since this is such a meticulously planned chess game, it's impossible to have only one move prepared."

After saying that, Zhao Qiyan slowly raised his right hand, gently but firmly grasped Yun Shang's soft and boneless little hand, and with a little force, pulled her whole body into his broad and warm arms.

At this moment, his tone was filled with a subtle apology: "I'm sorry, my beloved. In fact, I have already made plans and arrangements, but I never told you."

Yun Shang's delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked up from Zhao Qiyan's embrace in confusion. Her beautiful face was filled with bewilderment. "Your Highness...are you hiding something from me?"

Zhao Qiyan looked at Yun Shang's innocent look and couldn't help but smile. He said softly, "In fact, even that imperial physician was planted by me."

"Your Majesty went into the inner room, and everything the imperial physician said to your Majesty was all arranged by me in advance. That's why your Majesty came out looking so dejected and exhausted, and why he said that the matter was over."

"This prince had already made all the necessary arrangements long ago. I am fully aware of my father's reaction and decision."

"I know full well that given my father's character and the information we have at hand, he will definitely not pursue this matter any further."

"However, even if he really continues his investigation regardless of the consequences, I am not afraid at all. Those so-called witnesses and material evidence are as easy as pie for me. I can get as much as I want."

Just as the two were talking happily, Yun Shang covered her abdomen with her hands without any warning, and her originally rosy face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Zhao Qiyan was shocked when he saw this. He rushed forward, carefully picked up Yun Shang by the waist, and gently placed her on the bed.

His face was filled with anxiety, and his voice unconsciously rose as he asked with concern, "Shang'er, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

There was a deep worry and tension in his words.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Qiyan couldn't help but think of all the recent events, especially the sinister looks of Yue Fei and Qin Yao.

So, he subconsciously guessed that Yun Shang's sudden physical condition might be caused by the evil deeds of Yue Fei and Qin Yao.

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed tightly, and sparks of anger flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Yun Shang was in so much pain that she couldn't even utter a word.

I saw beads of sweat the size of beans oozing out of her forehead and sliding down her cheeks.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the severe pain, and spoke intermittently, "I... I don't know what... happened. I suddenly felt a stomachache, and it's getting worse and worse."

Zhao Qiyan was extremely anxious when he saw this situation.

He quickly raised his voice and shouted, "Someone! Hurry and fetch the imperial physician for me!"

He paused for a moment, as if remembering something important, and then he spoke again, "Qi Chuan, go to the pedestrian street immediately and bring Doctor Liang to me! Quickly!"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at Yun Shang, who was curled up on the bed, trembling all over because of the pain.

Her originally pink lips had lost their color and turned pale.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qiyan felt extremely distressed. He quickly reached out and gently helped Yun Shang up, letting her lean on his warm and broad arms.

Then, he stretched out a palm, slowly placed it on Yun Shang's belly, and gently stroked it, trying to relieve some of her pain in this way, and also hoping to give her some warmth and comfort.

Seeing that something was wrong, Qinghuan became extremely anxious and hurried over to ask Yu Ruyi to come over.

Soon, Yu Ruyi hurried over.

When Zhao Qiyan saw Yu Ruyi coming, he immediately asked, "What did the princess eat when she was in Yue Fei's palace?"

His eyes were fixed on Yu Ruyi, his eyes full of concern and anxiety.

Yu Ruyi pondered for a moment before speaking slowly, "Your Highness, the princess only ate one plate of melon. Seeing that she enjoyed the taste of the melon, I only tasted a small piece, and she ate the rest. As for the plate that Lin Zhiyi brought, none of us touched it, so I think there shouldn't be any problems."

After saying that, she carefully observed Zhao Qiyan's expression.

Zhao Qiyan raised his head slightly, stared at Yu Ruyi, and then asked, "Do you feel any discomfort at all?" His tone was very anxious.

Yu Ruyi shook her head vigorously without hesitation and said firmly: "There is nothing wrong with my body. From this point of view, there should be no problem with the melon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Chuan led the imperial physician and Doctor Liang into the room in a hurry.

"Your Highness, I have invited the imperial physician and Doctor Liang here." Qi Chuan said with a bow.

Just at this moment, Yun Shang, who was lying on the bed, suffered another severe pain and curled up in pain. Fortunately, after this wave of pain passed, it eased a little, but her pretty face still looked extremely pale and bloodless.

Zhao Qiyan was extremely anxious. He quickly and gently picked up Yun Shang and slowly laid her down on the bed. He then quickly stood up to make room for the imperial physician and Doctor Liang. He said solemnly, "The princess has suddenly developed severe abdominal pain. I ask the two imperial physicians to do their utmost to diagnose her together and find out the cause!"

The imperial physician hurried forward with a heavy medicine box in his hand. He came to the bedside and carefully put the box down. Then he gently rolled up Yun Shang's sleeves, which were as white as mutton-fat jade, placed his fingers on her slender and tender wrist and began to carefully feel her pulse.

As time passed, everyone nervously watched the imperial physician's every move. They saw that his originally relaxed brows gradually became furrowed, and the frown became deeper and deeper, as if he had encountered an extremely difficult problem.

Zhao Qiyan, who was standing nearby, was extremely anxious. Beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead. He couldn't help but ask, "Imperial Physician, what on earth is going on? Is he poisoned?"

The imperial physician slowly shook his head and replied solemnly, "Your Highness, I am currently unsure of the cause of this illness. In my opinion, it would be better to have Doctor Liang come along for the diagnosis, and we can discuss this together before reaching a definitive conclusion."