I insist

Chapter 198: Can I still get pregnant?

Consort Lin slowly turned around and looked at the dishes on the table that had gone cold. Now, in her eyes, the dishes on the table were like poison, slowly killing her body.

The thought that her carefully nurtured child had left this beautiful world before she even had a chance to see it, caused Lin Fei immense grief.

Thinking that the head chef of the imperial kitchen had died so easily, and that Consort Lin had not yet avenged her child properly, nor had she found out who the person behind the head chef was.

Thinking of this, Lin Fei was so angry that she smashed all the dishes on A Jing's table onto the ground.

Song Miqiu lifted her skirt and carefully took a few steps back, afraid that the sauce from the dish would drip onto her clothes, which would be a hassle to wash them again.

The sound of porcelain shattering echoed throughout the room. Song Miqiu glanced at the broken porcelain shards with heartache and sighed helplessly.

Consort Lin gasped for breath and shouted angrily, "It's probably because of Consort Chen!"

She was so angry she almost fainted.

Seeing this, Song Miqiu quickly stepped forward, placed her hand on Consort Lin's back, and gently stroked it downwards, whispering, "Calm down... calm down..."

"How can I let this go!" Consort Lin was so angry that her chest ached.

In her view, this was clearly Consort Chen's doing, out of jealousy that she had gained the Emperor's favor and was pregnant with his child, which was why she did these things.

The thought that her offspring, who could have secured her position, were now gone made Consort Lin furious.

Song Miqiu was also somewhat helpless. She rolled her eyes and thought that Consort Lin had lost her child and was now paying more attention to taking care of her health. She whispered her advice: "Your Majesty, you must not get emotional. If you do, it will greatly aggravate your current injuries."

Upon hearing this, Consort Lin glared angrily at Song Miqiu, rolled her eyes, and questioned him indignantly, "Can emotions really affect my condition? Song Miqiu, you're not just delaying treatment because you can't cure me, are you?"

Hearing Lin Fei's abrupt questioning, Song Miqiu instinctively wanted to roll her eyes.

But she knew that if she really did that, she would really lose her life.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath to calm herself down and whispered, "Your Majesty, if I couldn't cure you, I shouldn't have brought my medicine chest from the Imperial Hospital to find you in the first place. After all, Your Majesty couldn't just take action in the Imperial Hospital, could you?"

Consort Lin fell silent; what Song Miqiu said was not without reason.

She listened to Song Miqiu's advice and slowly regulated her emotions.

Lin Fei closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. She looked up at the other person, her eyes darkening, and said in a deep voice, "I understand."

After completely controlling Consort Lin's emotions, Song Miqiu raised the back of her hand to wipe away the cold sweat that had seeped from her forehead.

She never expected that calming Consort Lin down would be so difficult!

He never expected that he would be able to find out these things after only staying in the palace for a few hours.

The thought that she had almost eaten those things along with Consort Lin filled Song Miqiu with lingering fear; she had almost allowed the poison to seep into her own body.

Such food incompatibilities usually develop gradually over time.

This means that Consort Lin had been eating it for a long time, and the plan had already been implemented long ago.

After finally calming Consort Lin down, the palace maids brought out a new dish.

The palace maid first used a silver needle to prick all the dishes on the table. Then, Consort Lin asked Song Miqiu to check if there were any food incompatibilities.

Song Miqiu shook her head as she ate her meal with Consort Lin, her head bowed.

But she was so overwhelmed by all this trouble that she lost her appetite. After eating a few bites haphazardly, Song Miqiu picked up her medicine box and went back to her room.

She placed the medicine box heavily where she usually kept it, walked to the wooden stool, picked up the medical book with her beautiful fingers, and intended to continue reading the contents she hadn't finished reading before.

But after watching for a short while, Song Miqiu couldn't bear to watch anymore.

Her mind was filled with the events of the entire day, making her restless and unable to sit still.

She was terrified that soon a palace maid would rush over to invite her to treat Consort Lin, or rush over to take her away to be scolded.

After a day, Song Miqiu really didn't want to stay in the palace.

The palace gave her a feeling that she could easily suffocate, a feeling that made Song Miqiu very uncomfortable, as if she would die at any moment due to difficulty breathing.

Fortunately, Lin Fei was fine for the next few days.

Song Miqiu stayed in his room for several days.

Consort Lin also gradually recovered a lot under Song Miqiu's care.

She lowered her eyes, stood up, bowed to Consort Lin, and said softly, "Your Majesty, you are feeling much better."

"Much better?"

Consort Lin looked at Song Miqiu with suspicion. She looked down at her own body and asked in confusion, "You cured me in just a few days?"

Song Miqiu pursed her lips, knowing that the other party did not believe in her medical skills.

She thought for a moment and then said, "If Your Majesty does not trust my medical skills, you can have a palace maid invite Ming Taicheng over. You can certainly trust his medical skills, right?"

Consort Lin thought for a moment, then nodded and instructed a palace maid to summon Ming Taicheng.

Ming Taicheng was a medical sage who held the title for thirty consecutive years, so Consort Lin naturally trusted his medical skills.

Song Miqiu stood there for an unknown amount of time before the door to Consort Lin's room was opened again. Song Miqiu looked up at the doorway and met Ming Taicheng's gaze.

The other party gave Song Miqiu a reassuring look, strode up to Consort Lin, and bowed to her.

"Miss."

Consort Lin lazily stretched out her wrist. She knew that on the way here, her maid must have already told Ming Taicheng about her situation.

Since that's the case, there's no need for her to waste her breath.

Under the watchful eyes of Song Miqiu and Consort Lin, Ming Taicheng placed his fingers on Consort Lin's wrist, took her pulse for a while, and then withdrew his hand and stood up.

He smiled and bowed to Consort Lin, saying, "Your Majesty, your health has indeed improved considerably."

Upon hearing this result, Consort Lin exclaimed in surprise. She smiled and glanced at Song Miqiu, intending to give Song Miqiu a gold hairpin as a reward.

But then Consort Lin thought again that Song Miqiu was partly responsible for her becoming like this.

Thinking of this, Consort Lin immediately dismissed the idea and cautiously inquired, "Can I still get pregnant now?"

Ming Taicheng paused for a moment, then expressed his opinion, "Her Majesty's current health condition requires her to rest before she can think about other things."