Princess Consort Is No Pushover

Chapter 931: For fear of tyre slipping

"Thank you Qiqi, I'm fine, there is no need to beat it. It's so late, don't you still have a rest?" Yun Ruoyue smiled gratefully at Qiqi.

"You haven't slept, how can the servant girl sleep? If you never come back, the servant girl will worry about your safety. Only when you come back will the servant girl feel at ease and sleep. Come on, the servant girl will help you in." Qiqi is gentle Thoughtful way.

"Don't be a slave and maid, don't need to say that, let's go." Yun Ruoyue said.

"Well then, let Qiqi help you in, do you want Qiqi to sleep with you?" Qiqi said diligently.

"No, you don't care about me, go and rest." Yun Ruoyue hurriedly bounced away, she is not used to sleeping with strangers, she is not familiar with Qiqi.

"Niangniang, you are blushing. I am just kidding you. I'm just a slave and maid. How can I sleep with Niangniang?" After Qiqi finished speaking, Chao Yun Ruoyue gave a mischievous smile, and walked out happily.

Not far away, Chu Xuanchen's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

This newcomer Qiqi is really ignorant of the rules, regardless of respect and inferiority.

How can she sleep with the princess? Really wishful thinking, the toad wants to eat swan meat.

Even the male host, he can't get to sleep with the princess, these seventy-seven dreams are beautiful.

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After Yun Ruoyue and Qiqi had both left, Chu Xuanchen looked at Mother Yue and said coldly, "What's wrong with Madam Rou? Have you asked the doctor to read it?"

"Please, the doctor said that Mrs. Rou was a bit red. She was weak and showed signs of miscarriage. I am afraid it would be difficult to protect this baby. Mrs. Rou was so sad that she couldn't eat when she heard this, so the slave and maid courageously asked the prince to come and see her. .Maybe with the prince’s comfort, she can eat and eat, so that the youngest son will be born safely." Mother Yue said with a sad expression on her face.

Chu Xuanchen looked at her coldly, his eyes gloomy and unclear, "Okay, you lead the way, my king will go and see."

He sometimes thinks, it would be better if he didn't have this child.

But that is also a life, and he cannot deprive him of the right to survive.

Soon, Chu Xuanchen came to Yurou Pavilion.

As soon as he walked into the Yurou Pavilion, he saw Nangongrou sitting on the bed, holding a round bandage in his hand, doing needlework under the lamp.

"Master, why are you here? Concubine please greet the prince." When Nangong Rou saw Chu Xuanchen, her face was full of excitement.

She hurriedly put down the embroidery work, braced herself, and was about to get out of bed to greet Chu Xuanchen.

"No, you don't have to get out of bed if you are not in good health, so as not to hurt your body." Chu Xuanchen gave her a hand and looked at her up and down.

Today's Nangongrou has a thin face and sunken eye sockets. He is much thinner than before and his complexion is much whiter, but he is malnourished.

He couldn't help feeling a moment of sorrow. Could it be that all pregnant women would suffer this kind of suffering?

If Yun Ruoyue became pregnant, would it be the same?

If she would become like this, he really didn't want her to become pregnant, lest she suffer this kind of suffering.

"My lord, Rou'er really didn't expect that you could see Rou'er before late at night. Rou'er was really flattered. But Rou'er was weak. He just saw blood. The doctor said, I'm afraid this child will not be able to keep it." Nangong Rou said At this point, he was crying sadly.

Chu Xuanchen looked at the doctor next to him, "Is what she said is true?"

"Returning to the prince, it is true. Madam Rou is weak, causing weakness in qi and blood, and problems with internal organs and meridians. Only when she sees red signs. She also has yang deficiency, which causes chills, cold hands and feet, and poor appetite. Now she is pale, her tongue is swollen, and her pulse is heavy and weak. If she doesn't have good health and recuperation, she may be a sign of a fetus." The doctor arched his hands.