Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

After years of smooth sailing, the two women were suddenly deprived of everything they wanted by an unknown person. It's easy to imagine how depressed they must have been. It's no wonder they would take such a risk.

Consort Shu and Consort Xian walked side by side, exchanging glances that only they could understand.

Even though Chu Yun and Qi Jingheng, who were walking ahead, couldn't see the expressions on the two men's faces, they knew that the two men would make their move today. However, one of them pretended to be deaf and the other pretended to be mute, doing their best to play the roles of the emperor and the favored concubine.

Qi Jingheng was unaware that Chu Yun had seen through his plans. Chu Yun was happy to put on an act in front of him and cooperate with him to continue the charade. Seeing the guilt flash in Qi Jingheng's eyes, but seeing no sign of stopping his plan, Chu Yun's smile became even more genuine.

Today's banquet was held for Chu Yun, who had been promoted in rank and was brought by Qi Jingheng to the position that used to belong to the Consort Xian.

This move surprised many people.

Qi Qingjia looked up and was surprised. Qi Jingheng was always obedient. Although he had some ulterior motives, they were harmless. Qi Qingjia would turn a blind eye and never interfered.

However, ever since Consort Zhao became pregnant, Qi Jingheng's behavior has changed a lot. He has truly spoiled Consort Zhao and her unborn child to the extreme, building the Zhaixing Tower without any regard for the consequences and even promoting her to the rank of Consort, which shows that he has lost his mind.

Qi Qingjia thought that after the banquet today, he should also give Qi Jingheng a warning to prevent him from acting more outrageously and damaging the dignity of the royal family.

Even now, Qi Qingjia doesn't take Qi Jingheng seriously and is determined to give him a good beating.

Chu Yun was somewhat pleased. She had been waiting for this day for a long time. If someone didn't want her to have a good time, then no one should have a good time either.

Just then, another new dish was served.

Jade chicken is Chu Yun's favorite dish during this period. She eats a few bites every day and never forgets it.

It's perfectly normal for Consort Shu and Consort Xian to set their sights on this dish.

Chu Yun picked up a piece of skinless chicken and slowly put it in her mouth.

The Consort Xian and Consort Shu, who had been keeping a close eye on Chu Yun, visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and even Qi Jingheng felt a sense of relief.

Since someone wanted to watch the show, Chu Yun naturally fulfilled her duty. She carefully chewed the chicken in her mouth and quickly picked up another piece.

When she reached for the chopsticks for the third time, her hand trembled violently, and the chopsticks fell from her grasp. Her face turned deathly pale, and she uttered a trembling, pained sound, "My stomach...it hurts so much..."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Yue's expression changed drastically. She stepped forward to support Chu Yun, but nearly lost her balance when she saw the blood-stained hem of Chu Yun's skirt.

Before Qiuyue could ask Chuyun about her condition, she saw that Chuyun was in so much pain that she was about to faint.

The women nearby, upon seeing the bloodstains and smelling the strong stench of blood, couldn't help but gasp in alarm.

The commotion drew everyone's attention. Seeing that the time was right, Qi Jingheng calmly walked quickly to Chu Yun's side.

Even knowing it was all fake, Qi Jingheng was still stunned for a moment when he saw the bright red bloodstains under Chu Yun's body, and panic inevitably washed over him.

He forced himself to calm down and told himself that it was all fake, that Chu Yun was fine, and that she would be alright after a good night's sleep.

Thinking this way, Qi Jingheng's panic only increased, and he could only carry Chu Yun and rush out of the main hall.

The woman in his arms was very thin. The food she had forced herself to eat for the sake of the child had not made her gain any weight. In particular, her face was pale, and she was surrounded by a transparent fragility, as if she would disappear with a gust of wind. Qi Jingheng held her tightly and touched something wet and sticky. Qi Jingheng knew that it was Chu Yun's blood.

A trail of blood snaked along the way, tracing Qi Jingheng's path. The stench of blood lingered in the air, and Chu Yun's weak voice echoed intermittently in his ears, "Child, child..."

Qi Jingheng had a light sweat on his forehead, a result of both anxiety and fear.

Chu Yun's condition was terrible, no doubt about it. Qi Jingheng could clearly feel that her life force was slipping away.

Qi Jingheng was still in a daze when he placed Chu Yun on the bed in the side hall.

Chu Yun held his hand, and upon seeing the blood, she couldn't help but shed tears. Her voice trembled as she said, "Your Majesty, I'm scared..."

Qi Jingheng wanted to touch her face, but remembering the blood on his hands, he had to give up. He realized that he could do nothing but offer words of comfort. "A-Yun, don't be afraid, everything will be alright."

These words were spoken to Chu Yun, but also to himself.

In this situation, words are very weak, but Chu Yun calmed down after hearing his words, wiped away her tears, and said, "Your Majesty, I believe in you. I am not afraid."

Her voice trembled; she was clearly still scared. She said this to comfort Qi Jingheng.

Qi Qingjia, who had followed along as if by some strange impulse, paused upon hearing this remark through the screen.

Qi Qingjia glanced deeply at the screen, where he could only vaguely make out a faint outline of a bed. Without a word, he withdrew from the side hall.

After Qi Qingjia left, the imperial physician arrived quickly, and Qi Jingheng was also invited out. He stood blankly behind the screen, his hands trembling uncontrollably, his gaze fixed on the blood on his hands.

How could there be so much blood?

Qi Jingheng was completely baffled.

The imperial physician Luo, who was examining patients inside, was also baffled. It was just a false pregnancy; how could there be so much bleeding, unless...

Thinking of a possibility, Physician Luo vigorously wiped his face, swayed, and almost fainted.

He shakily touched Chu Yun's pulse, and after a few breaths, he collapsed to the ground, trembling.

Wrong, all wrong!

Consort Zhao is actually pregnant!

The fake pregnancy pills would only make a woman show signs of pregnancy, but miscarriage would not be reflected in the pulse. Because of this, Physician Luo knew that he was in an irreversible deadly situation. All he could do now was to do everything he could to save Consort Zhao's life so that he could atone for his sins.

After making up his mind, Physician Luo realized that his back was covered in cold sweat. He didn't want to die, so he bit his tongue hard until he tasted blood and regained some of his senses. Only then did he release his teeth and open the medicine box with trembling hands.

Many people will never forget this night, and Qi Jingheng certainly won't.

The room reeked of blood, the woman's low moans of pain behind the screen, and basin after basin of bloody water being brought out, all intertwined to form a fine net that enveloped Qi Jingheng, making it hard for him to breathe.

He felt as if he had returned to the day his mother was given death. Even if a concubine of lowly status gave birth to a prince, in the eyes of high-ranking concubines, her life was still as worthless as grass.

Qi Jingheng could only watch helplessly as the woman who gave him life died unwillingly. At that time, he was a pitiful prince whose life hung by a thread.

But now, even as the emperor, he still cannot protect the woman he loves.

Perhaps also, their children...

Qi Jingheng wasn't stupid; he had already guessed something vague, but he dared not think too deeply about it. If his thoughts came true, he would truly be doomed.