Yifang wanted to reach out and hug the child, but Xia Jie stopped him.
"You are pregnant, don't be tired."
Yifang smiled slightly and reached out to touch the child's face. The newborn baby couldn't open its eyes yet, but Yifang could see the child frowning and his eyelids rising and falling. Yifang could imagine it.
The round, bright eyes below must be spinning.
Yi Fang subconsciously touched his abdomen, and then looked at the child, his heart softened completely.
She suddenly raised her head, looked at Xia Jie, and prayed sincerely: "If Murong Yi diagnoses my pulse today and confirms that I have detoxified, let's send this child back to Prince Lian's Mansion. He is still the youngest child of Prince Lian's Mansion.
The prince, when he grows up, he will still be the cousin of our prince."
"Yifang!"
Xia Jie stood up with a groan and looked at Yifang in front of him in disbelief.
Everyone in the palace was startled. Cui'er and Li Fu, who were waiting outside, couldn't help but feel anxious. Cui'er almost rushed in, but luckily Li Fu held her back.
But Cui'er is still anxious...
What on earth happened? The emperor had never spoken to his empress in such a loud voice, let alone when her empress was pregnant.
Xia Jie saw the expressions of the people around him and knew that he was too excited. He glanced at the baby in his arms, frowned, and simply put the baby into the hands of a palace maid next to him, taking a deep breath.
Finally, he sat next to Yi Fang, hugged Yi Fang, and persuaded softly: "Yifang, I know you feel sorry for this child, but you have to know that our child is the most important. Bi Ruge is here
There is poison in your body. What that person said can never be accurate. Now you are pregnant again. Regardless of whether that person has tampered with your body or not, at least Biruge's poison must be sure. What if we don't try the medicine?
Do you know if the antidote is effective?"
Yi Fang still smiled slightly, took Xia Jie's hand and put it against his belly, speaking softly.
"Look, here is our child. He will grow up well. If it is a boy, he will learn from his father and become a wise monarch. If he is a daughter, he will be favored by his father. Yes.
no."
Xia Jie raised the corners of his lips and quickly replied, "Of course." This answer was without hesitation, with a slowly growing pride and happiness.
Yifang looked at Xia Jie and smiled warmly.
"Since our children will be happy no matter what, then why not give other children a way to live."
Xia Jie's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Yifang, speechless for a long time.
He really wanted to ask, Yifang, do you really not hate Bi Ruge? Now the best revenge method is placed in front of you, but you abandon it, and you still want to give her son the title of heir apparent!
You should know that this child was born just to test the medicine. If the medicine is effective, he will not be sent back to Prince Lian's Mansion to be an upright heir. He may be sentenced to death or locked up in a dark place.
He grew up like a living dead, because he has the blood of the Bi family!
But at this moment, not only do you not want this child to try the medicine, you are also pleading for him, asking for a bright and prosperous future. But you have forgotten that this is Bi Ruge's bloodline!
But Xia Jie's lips just moved, and he asked several questions in his mind without saying a single word. Because he saw Yifang's extremely sincere eyes. Such eyes let him know that Yifang was not lying.
I am trying to be generous, but sincerely want to let this child go.
Xia Jie suddenly thought of Yifang, who was very decisive when dealing with concubines and married women. At that time, Yifang could be ruthless, but at this time, Yifang was soft-hearted.
Yifang will always be Yifang. No matter how many things he has experienced, he has never changed. His Yifang will always have the kindest and hardest heart. Such a contradictory woman...
I'm in a bad state when I come back. I'm stuck. I managed to write this little. This is not an excuse. I'm really stuck. I'm about to finish the essay. This is what happens every time I finish an essay. I'll continue writing tomorrow without going out.