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Chunxiao couldn’t help but laugh, “Your Highness, you should rest in bed first, and you can pretend to be sick when the Emperor arrives.”

“Help me up,” Concubine Yu extended her hand to her.

Chunxiao hurriedly assisted her. After standing up, Concubine Yu groaned, and her face turned pale: “Why… why does my stomach hurt a bit?”

The color drained from Chunxiao’s face as well: “What happened? Your Highness, please lie down at once.”

Concubine Yu lay down, but to her dismay, she felt worse. Pain gripped her lower abdomen and she began to itch all over.

She kept scratching her arm and her voice trembled: “What’s going on? I feel uncomfortable all over.”

“Could the food really have been poisoned?” A panicked Chunxiao blurted out, “How is this possible? Su’er, come over!”

Su’er rushed in, and seeing Concubine Yu’s pale and painful face, she too grew frantic.

Chunxiao pointed at her and demanded, “You tasted the food earlier, how do you feel now?”

Su’er looked dumbfounded, “I don’t feel anything.”

“Do you have a stomachache?”

“No.”

“Are you itchy?”

“No,” Su’er shook her head repeatedly, “I don’t feel unwell in any way.”

Chunxiao said, “But after eating the meal, Her Highness has stomach pains and an unbearable itch! What exactly is going on? Are you sure you didn’t vomit out the food you ate?”

In a rush, Su’er said, “No, really, no. How could I bear to throw up such delicious food? After tasting the food here, I went to water the flowers in the garden. Xiao Dezi was also in the garden, they can all testify for me.”

Chunxiao called a few eunuchs and maids, and indeed, they could all vouch for Su’er. As soon as she came out of Concubine Yu’s room, she had been busy, and didn’t vomit out the food, nor did she feel any discomfort.

Chunxiao was utterly bewildered.

Meanwhile, Concubine Yu, who was in bed, couldn’t bear the pain. Her moans grew louder: “My stomach hurts so much and I’m itchy! Get the Imperial Physician quick!”

She was completely panicked.

No matter if the Princess Consort planted poison in the meal or not, if anything happened to the child in her womb, she would be the one to suffer.

In that moment, Concubine Yu felt regret.

She regretted it so much that she was willing to bang her head against the wall. Why did she gamble with her own safety?

No matter how great her relationship was with the Princess Consort of An, no matter how much she cared for Li Baodan, ultimately he wasn’t her own son.

Her pain mixed with regret, causing Concubine Yu to burst into tears.

Seeing Her Highness in severe pain, Chunxiao was scared out of her wits, hastily calling for someone to fetch the Imperial Physician.

After the Imperial Physician made his examination, the diagnosis was that she was showing signs of a miscarriage.

She must take her medicine immediately, remain absolutely bedridden, in order to preserve her pregnancy.

Otherwise, there was an imminent threat of miscarriage.

Even so, it was not guaranteed that the child could be saved.

Soon, both the Emperor and Empress were alerted and came to visit.

After all, the matter of the heir to the throne was critical.

Moreover, the Emperor was growing old, and none of his Imperial Concubines had been pregnant for many years. Knowing that Concubine Yu was pregnant, the Emperor was naturally delighted.

This at least proved that the Emperor was still capable.

The Empress also comforted Concubine Yu on multiple occasions, providing her with food and other necessities.

But Concubine Yu, lying on the bed, felt itchy all over, breaking out in little red spots and was in great agony.

“What on earth happened?” the Emperor inquired.

Concubine Yu, who initially planned to frame the Princess Consort, now became more hardened in her resolve. Besides, she was the one who suffered the consequences, and thus, she confessed without hesitation.

With the itch unbearable, she wept, “It’s all because I lack fortune. I cannot digest the food brought by the Princess Consort..”