Steal my marriage? Turn around and marry the tyrant to take the throne

Chapter 1262 Shen Zhinian carefully investigates the infertility issue

The candle flame crackled and burst into sparks, illuminating Concubine Chun's beautiful face, making it look a little hideous.

She stroked her belly. The child inside, destined to never be born, was her perfect weapon.

"Noble Concubine Zhuang..."

Concubine Chun whispered the name, as if she had seen the other party's gentle mask shattering into pieces: "This time, it depends on how you take it!"

Shuixi Pavilion seemed to have lost all its edge overnight.

Concubine Chun occasionally rode in the sedan chair given by the emperor and took a leisurely turn in the imperial garden to admire the plum blossoms in full bloom.

Or she would chat about trivial matters with a few low-ranking palace concubines who came to curry favor with her.

His demeanor revealed a sense of being obedient and law-abiding.

The eunuch sent by Xiao Mingzi to keep watch reported back every day with the words "nothing unusual".

Shen Zhinian listened and said, "Keep watching."

“Sometimes the calmer the surface of the water, the more turbulent the undercurrents are. Never relax.”

Xiao Mingzi said respectfully: "Yes!"

One afternoon.

The sunlight shines through the window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the floor of the warm room in Zhongcui Palace.

Shen Zhinian leaned on the couch, holding a book in his hand, but his eyes were a little far away.

It has been quite some time since Mulan went to the hunting grounds and had Tang Luochuan carefully take care of her body.

She has a physique that makes it easy for her to get pregnant, and she is favored and has been married for a long time. Normally, she should have been pregnant a long time ago.

Shen Zhinian's doubts gradually became clearer. He put down the book and called out, "Handan."

"The slave is here!"

"Go to the Imperial Hospital and ask Doctor Tang to come over. Tell him that I've been feeling a bit tired lately and ask him to take my pulse."

Handan understood and immediately responded, "Yes!"

But within two incense sticks of time, Tang Luochuan came with Handan, carrying a medicine box.

He had a handsome face, yet with a lingering melancholy. He saluted with a respectful voice: "Your humble servant pays respects to Her Majesty the Imperial Concubine. May Your Majesty be blessed with good health!"

"Doctor Tang, please stand up."

Shen Zhinian motioned him forward, then gently placed her wrist on the pillow and said in a normal tone, "Please trouble Doctor Tang to take another closer look at me."

"I've been recuperating for a while now, but I don't know how my body is doing."

Tang Luochuan lowered his eyes, stretched out three fingers, and placed them on the handkerchief on Shen Zhinian's wrist.

He concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, carefully feeling the pulse.

The inner room was extremely quiet for a moment.

After a long time, Tang Luochuan frowned slightly.

He did not withdraw his hand immediately, but adjusted his finger technique, feeling the beating of Shen Zhinian's pulse more attentively.

It lasted so long that Handan, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but hold her breath.

Finally, Tang Luochuan withdrew his hand and took a step back. He still looked respectful, but his voice was a little more serious than before: "Your Highness, Your Highness is in good health, your pulse is steady and strong, your Qi and blood are abundant, and there is nothing wrong."

Shen Zhinian looked up at him and asked directly, "Then why is there still no good news from me?"

"Imperial Physician Tang should be well aware of my physical condition."

Tang Luochuan was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words, and then he said with certainty: "I have just confirmed again and again that your Majesty's pulse is indeed not pregnant."

He raised his eyes, those eyes that always had a hint of gloom, and when he looked at Shen Zhinian, there was pure confusion in them: "Given your Majesty's constitution and the state of her favor, it is indeed abnormal that she has not conceived yet."

"Logically speaking, the fate of having children is difficult to force, and it's normal for others. But for Your Majesty... I dare say this situation is illogical."

After the words fell, the warm room fell into a subtle silence.

Shen Zhinian's face remained calm, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

I am healthy and well, but I just can't get pregnant.

This incident itself is the biggest anomaly.

Tang Luochuan’s words “it’s unreasonable” weighed heavily on everyone’s heart.

Nanny Xiao and Nanny Lin looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

Especially Nanny Xiao, she is an old lady in the palace, she has experienced many ups and downs, and has seen more shady tricks than ordinary people have eaten meals.

Madam Xiao took the lead and stepped forward, her brows knitted into knots. Her voice was filled with caution, as if facing a great enemy: "Your Majesty, the methods used in the palace are often hard to guard against."

"Some things may not be poisonous, but perhaps they are just incompatible substances. They are harmless to ordinary people if they are exposed to them every day, but they can destroy one's chance of having children..."

"We are confident that Zhongcui Palace is as safe as a rock, but what if someone with a bad heart takes advantage of the situation?"

Nanny Lin also nodded repeatedly, her expression equally solemn: "Nanny Xiao is right."

"My Lady, it's better to be cautious in everything!"

"Since Imperial Physician Tang says you're in good health, then the problem... might lie with the objects and food you come into contact with on a daily basis."

Shen Zhinian sat upright on the couch, his face as calm as water.

She was very confident in the defense of Zhongcui Palace, but the two maids' concerns were not unreasonable.

No matter how tight the defense is in the deep palace, it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be any loopholes.

Shen Zhinian pondered for a moment, his eyes sweeping over Tang Luochuan, Matron Xiao, and Matron Lin, before he decisively said, "Since that's the case, I'd like to trouble Imperial Physician Tang to bring the two maids with him to thoroughly inspect Zhongcui Palace inside and out."

"Everything that this palace uses and touches daily, including utensils, dressing table, clothing, spices, and food... must not be left out!"

The three of them responded in unison, their expressions solemn: "Yes!"

In an instant, Zhongcui Palace became busy.

Tang Luochuan is responsible for inspecting medicinal herbs, spices, teas, and all ingested items.

He used a silver needle, sniffed, and even tasted very carefully, his expression extremely focused.

Nanny Xiao brought two senior palace maids, Fuqiu and Handan, and searched Shen Zhinian's bedroom, dressing table, and wardrobe carefully.

Every piece of jewelry and every piece of fabric has been repeatedly touched and examined carefully.

Nanny Lin sat in charge of the small kitchen, watching the palace servants check today's ingredients, seasonings, and even pots and pans thoroughly, even emptying the water tank for a closer look.

The palace servants held their breath, walked quietly, and the atmosphere was very solemn.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the warm orange light shines through the window lattices, stretching the busy figures into long shadows.

However, until the last rays of sunset faded into the sky and the palace lanterns were lit one after another, when the three of them gathered in front of Shen Zhinian again, their faces were filled with the same solemnity and... the frustration of having achieved nothing.

Tang Luochuan's voice sank slightly, with the confusion of a doctor who hadn't found the problem: "Your Majesty, all the spices, herbs, teas, etc. are normal."

Madam Xiao frowned, "Your Majesty, I have checked the inside and outside of the bedroom, the jewelry and clothes, and have found nothing wrong."

Nanny Lin sighed, "My Lady, all the ingredients and utensils in the small kitchen are clean."

Zhongcui Palace is still as impregnable as ever, and as clean as if it has never been tainted by any conspiracy.