Chapter 311: Chapter 308: Creation

Sang Yan detected the threat in his words, furrowed her brows, and muttered under her breath, “Despicable.”

Wu Youzhi also felt the other party was despicable, but what could he, a mere doctor, do about it?

“Miss, take good care of yourself. If it’s fated, we will meet again.”

Having lived half his life, he had some ability to judge people and knew that both individuals before him were not to be trifled with, so he thought to keep his distance.

Thus, he quickly packed his medical box and ran outside.

As he ran, he said, “Remove the silver needles after an hour.”

Qi Wuya let him run.

After all, he would investigate him thoroughly sooner or later.

For the sake of his medical skill, and to keep him quiet, the man must be within his control.

The room fell silent.

Sang Yan did not speak, silently observing the golden phoenix bracelet in her hand.

That old doctor had saved her life and asked for nothing in return.

Qi Wuya, upon seeing this, took the golden phoenix bracelet and put it on her one by one.

Sang Yan was not grateful, but knowing Qi Wuya was more receptive to softness than force, she said, “Now that you’ve ascended to a high position, congratulations are in order.”

Qi Wuya hadn’t expected to hear such pleasant words and instantly smiled, “That’s long in the past. However, there is indeed something worth congratulating now.”

Isn’t the bird returning to the cage something to celebrate?

Sang Yan understood the underlying meaning of his words, and her heart immediately sank; she didn’t want to speak anymore.

The room became silent once more.

Qi Wuya also did not speak, just sitting on a stool beside the bed, gazing at her intently.

Sang Yan lay on the bed, her chest bare, her clothes disheveled.

He had almost seen everything.

It was too embarrassing.

And too shameful.

She reached for the blanket to cover herself.

But she was afraid of touching the silver needles on her lower abdomen.

Her movements hesitated.

At that moment, a snow-white handkerchief fell onto her chest.

Covering her exposure.

This was a considerate gesture.

If it hadn’t been for him causing her current predicament, perhaps she would have felt some gratitude.

“You are the instigator.”

She was reminding him, and reminding herself–do not be soft-hearted. Do not forget his long-term malice because of his momentary kindness.

Listening to her accusation, Qi Wuya asked with a smile, “And then?”

Sang Yan: “…”

And then she was powerless against him.

At that time, Han Chen brought in breakfast, a bowl of rice porridge, a bowl of egg custard.

Qi Wuya took it from him, spoon-feeding her bite by bite.

Sang Yan obediently opened her mouth and ate.

She had no room to refuse.

The bowl of rice porridge quickly disappeared.

Then came the bowl of egg custard.

She finished it all.

Her stomach was full, her body was warmed, and her spirit returned.

An hour later, Qi Wuya removed the silver needles from her abdomen.

There was fresh blood on her skirt.

It was sticky.

Worried about affecting the child, she dared not move much, enduring the discomfort.

Two hours later

Xing Ce brought in the medicine.

Sang Yan looked at the dark concoction, hesitant to drink it but also afraid to not.

She feared that someone had tampered with it.

One less herb, one more–either could have a significant impact.

“Qi Wuya, swear to me that you haven’t meddled with this medicine.”

Sang Yan’s piercing gaze fixed on him, trying to detect any slight expression that might reveal a lie.

But Qi Wuya was very good at controlling his microexpressions, and she couldn’t discern anything.

“I haven’t tampered with it.”

He looked directly into her eyes, his gaze open and honest.

She still had her doubts, “Not even from your people… your people too?”

Sometimes, a leader’s gaze could set thousands upon thousands into action to achieve his wishes.

Thinking this, she turned to Xing Ce, “You’re the one who decocts the medicine, you’re responsible for it. If there’s something wrong with my child, you can’t escape the blame.”

Upon hearing this, Xing Ce was very conflicted. The Emperor had just said that he hadn’t tampered with the medicine, but Prime Minister Han had. Had he acted recklessly on his own, or was it by imperial command?

He couldn’t figure it out, so he hung his head low, daring not to speak.

Sang Yan could still hint at something– did this man seem guilty?

“Why won’t you speak?”

She stared at him, demanding, “Did you tamper with the medicine?”

Xing Ce hurriedly shook his head, “I didn’t. I really didn’t. I swear, I didn’t tamper with the medicine.”

It wasn’t he who had tampered with the medicine, it was Prime Minister Han, so technically he wasn’t lying.

Still, he needed to report this to the Emperor.

Of course, it had to be done out of earshot.

Sang Yan, unaware of the inner workings, saw his sincere face and, finding no other clues, could only half-believe as she opened her mouth, “Wuya, I hope you keep your promise.”

When done, she let him administer the medicine, taking it down spoon by spoon.

Soon, a bowl of medicine was completely drunk.

The symptoms of abdominal pain and bleeding had already stopped during Doctor Wu’s acupuncture treatment.

After taking the medicine, she didn’t feel anything for a while.

After waiting for an hour, still feeling nothing, she knew at least that the medicine she’d drunk wasn’t an abortion pill.

As for whether it was a medicine that could preserve the pregnancy?

She dared not place entire trust in it.

She had to be even more careful herself, not to make sudden movements, not to get agitated, and to take good care of herself.

Wuya had intended to take her back to the palace, but due to this accident, the return had to be postponed.

He booked an entire inn, and urgently brought a few palace maids from the temporary palace to take care of Sang Yan’s daily life.

Sang Yan lay in bed for three days.

During these three days, it was Xing Ce who decocted the medicine to preserve the pregnancy.

He also secretly told Wuya about Prime Minister Han tampering with the medicine.

Wuya’s first reaction was anger, furious at Han Mo’s presumptuousness, feeling as if he was bold enough to not take him seriously.

But beyond his anger, he said nothing.

Han Mo didn’t want to keep the child, and neither did he.

In a way, Han Mo was also acting in his interest.

Thus, he didn’t stop Han Mo’s actions and even left a hint, “Whether that child can be saved, it’s up to his fate.”

The fact was that the child’s destiny was indeed favorable.

Even though Han Mo secretly removed two crucial ingredients from the medicine to preserve the pregnancy, even though the medicine Sang Yan took had significantly reduced efficacy, the child was ultimately saved.

However, she was still anxious.

Anxious about how to leave Wuya, how to leave Yongzhou City.

Wuya was aware of her anxiety, so he directly crushed her hopes, “We’ll return to the palace tomorrow.”

“No!”

Sang Yan knew that once back at the palace, leaving again would become very difficult, so she firmly disagreed.

“The child… the child is still not safe, we can’t travel.”

She used the child as an excuse.

Wuya scoffed, piercing through her lie, “Is that so? Yet I see that this child is quite secure, very tenacious.”

Xing Ce told him, she had bled a lot, but still, the child was preserved.

Damn it!

Was even the heavens helping them?

That dog of an Emperor from Da He hadn’t died either.

He had clung on to life until now.

It was truly infuriating!

“I know my own body.”

Sang Yan, peering at Wuya’s dark expression, said in a low voice, “The child is still at risk. It can’t withstand the strain of travel.”

What she said was true.

The child had just been saved; another long, strenuous journey would doubtlessly be dangerous.

The first three months of pregnancy were always the most critical period.

Thinking of this, she softened her voice, pleading, “Please, Wuya, you promised to keep him safe, don’t expose him to danger, okay?”

Absolutely not.

Very not good.

Wuya was increasingly considering getting rid of this cursed offspring.

But desire aside, reason still prevailed.

In front of Sang Yan, he didn’t reject her plea, “I’ll give you two more days to recuperate. Sang Yan, remember your promise to me, to do as I say.”