The weather in Chang'an changes abruptly.
The cold wind carries flying snow, entering the gorilla felt curtain.
Muran Yuèluò lay in bed, pale as a ghost, with dull eyes.
This bed is a double-moon hole carved with grape patterns in huanghuali wood, a wedding bed specifically ordered by Emperor Zhou Yu for her. Grapes symbolize many children and blessings. As the most favored princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, she unfortunately suffered a miscarriage.
"Your Highness, after taking the medicine, you will recover quickly. Even if you are sad, you must also consider the little county princess." The married concubine painting the screen whispered softly to comfort her.
Muran Yuèluò married the Viscount Eastern Xiǎn of Wen Xìn for seven years. They had a daughter, who was four years old and jade snow-like cute. The daughter often went in and out of the Dàmíng Gōng. She was bestowed by Emperor Zhou Yu as a county princess, and her title awaits until she reaches the age of marriage.
Now, this unintended miscarriage involved a fetus that was the result of Grandmother Wen Xìn's wife, Madam Jiao, who had been urging her to take a secret fertility potion for over a year before conception. The bitterness of it is best not to be mentioned.
So, Muran Yuèluò sat up and drank the medicine all at once.
Bitter? It's impossible to be as bitter as those fertility formulas.
Suddenly, the maid Jin Zhen Feng swept down the curtain in a hurry.
"Your Highness, I'm so angry! That little slut is pretending to kneel outside the curtain asking for forgiveness, and I spit!" Jin Zhen Feng was the maid chosen by Muran Yuèluò after she married the Lord Wen Xìn. At this time, she was crossing her arms and had her eyes staring at the round Jade Empress Eye.
The "little scum" that Jin Zhen Feng is talking about is Eastern Xiǎn's childhood sweetheart named Hè Lán Qì'ér.
It started snowing early this morning, and Muran Yuèluo was originally unwilling to go out.
However, Muran Yuèluo could not resist Jiao's demands. She sobbed and pleaded with her, stating that Eastern family had become increasingly sparse and was relying on the precious son in Muran Yuèluo's womb. Therefore, she insisted on going to the Guanyin Temple of Xiling Temple to fulfill her vow of thanksgiving.
The Xilin Temple is located on the summit of a mountain, with a steep staircase ascending to the heavens.
Muran Yuèluo took along Painting Screen and Jin Zhen Feng, both of whom were supported by the maids.
However, as they walked halfway, Jiao claimed her legs hurt, and Hè Lán Qì'ér greeted Painting Screen as if she were a familiar friend, asking for help. Jin Zhen Feng was ready to speak up a few words, but was persuaded by Muran Yuèluo.
As they reached the last few steps, Hè Lán Qì'ér suddenly slipped on her feet. She quickly pushed Jiao to Painting Screen's side and rolled down herself, hitting Muran Yuèluo.
In the end, Muran Yuèluo fell over, and Jin Zhen Feng caught her without causing any serious injury. However, she started experiencing pain in her abdomen.
Jin Zhen Feng carried Muran Yuèluo down the mountain, sought a doctor, and then found she was bleeding.
When Jiao arrived, she was muttering with tears in her eyes, "My dear grandson was doing so well just now..."
"Painting Screen, find a way to get rid of her," Muran Yuèluo said, turning her side and tears rolling down.
She hasn't seen the dirty methods used in the palace to abort a fetus.
It's just that there's no evidence, so she can't move Hè Lán Qì'ér.
However, she resents it. The doctor finally whispered to her that she would have a hard time conceiving in the future.
She can't forget the scene two years after her marriage when the doctor diagnosed her with pregnancy. Her husband was so overjoyed that he held her and twirled around a few times, and her mother-in-law even washed her hands to make soup, turning to serve her instead.
Unfortunately, she gave birth to her daughter for three days and three nights, and almost suffered a difficult labor. When the midwife announced that a daughter was born to her husband and mother-in-law, no one came to visit her or her daughter.
What's the time now? Still so male-oriented? The Great Zhou Dynasty has even produced a female emperor.
Thinking that such injustices would only increase, Muran Yuèluo felt a touch of despair.
Can she divorce?
At this time, Eastern Xiǎn entered.
"Yuèluo, Qì'ér wasn't deliberate; we'll have more children in the future. Qì'ér is headstrong, like her father. Go out and help her up, and let's put this behind us." Eastern Xiǎn sat by the bed, his eyes filled with concern.
