The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! - Chapter 996

Chapter 996: Chapter 994: The Little Guy in the Belly is Too Restless

Wu Jinyan’s eyes flashed with disbelief, her feelings shifting from complex to clear.

Su Hao’s hand had never let go of hers, “In this lifetime, I only want to be with you, Yan’er. Don’t back down, let’s face it together, okay?”

His gentle and kind gaze fell on her belly, “I think the child would also wish to have a father like me.”

Wu Jinyan gave a wry smile, “To have you as a father is indeed his great fortune.”

She did not know who had forced himself upon her that day; she hadn’t seen his face, nor had any impression of him. That night had left her with unspeakable pain.

But that man had left her with a child.

In this life, she would certainly not search for the child’s father, but if Su Hao was willing to be the child’s father…

Wu Jinyan pursed her lips, “Once he is born, I will make sure he becomes… a good child for both of us.”

The smile on her face was bitter, but she tried hard to keep her spirits up, showing a stubborn resilience.

Su Hao cupped her face and kissed her forehead gently, “Yan’er, we will always be together.”

Nothing could ever separate them.

On April 2nd, a lucky day calculated by the astronomers, Chu Yihan ascended the throne by following the edict of the late emperor, accepting the mandate of heaven.

On this day, the sun did not set until the hour of Xu, a rare spectacle that had not occurred for a hundred years. Dressed in his dragon robe, Chu Yihan stood atop the palace wall, gazing into the distance, with the vast expanse of the country beneath his feet, yet he felt the burden on his shoulders had grown heavier.

Mo Qi approached him to report on the military situation.

His ascension to the throne that day, with the appointment of officials and the Prime Minister, had all gone according to his plan, seemingly smooth, but there were still murmurs of dissent within the court.

For example, his promotion of Su Hao, directly handing him the marshal’s seal, entrusting him with control over the army, selecting good generals, and ordering him to lead a campaign to flatten Qi State in two months.

“Master, just as you expected, Lu Chongming and others have volunteered to serve under Su Hao’s command as generals. Su Hao is still considering and has not yet drawn up the list of generals for the campaign,” Mo Qi reported.

Chu Yihan’s gaze was far-reaching, “Yingxue had already leaked the news to him early, but such matters require long and careful consideration. We do not expect him to come up with an answer in a day. Wait for me to visit him at the manor.”

“The emperor personally visiting the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor? If the officials knew of your special favor towards the Marquis’s Manor, wouldn’t it be…”

Too biased, perhaps?

Mo Qi did not finish his thought, but Chu Yihan certainly understood the implications.

“Would it count as favoritism if I visit my wife?” Chu Yihan scoffed.

Mo Qi followed behind him, smiling helplessly, “Why the trouble? If only you had brought her into the palace earlier.”

Chu Yihan had become the emperor, yet Su Yingxue had not been proclaimed empress and was still in the Marquis’s Manor. To see her, he had to leave the palace; if she were brought into the palace and proclaimed empress earlier, why would there be such a hassle?

Su Yingxue was in the Marquis’s Manor, gasping for breath between bouts of vomiting.

She had endured for a month, barely waiting for Chu Yihan to ascend the throne, and she relaxed slightly, but the child in her belly was truly troublesome.

She prescribed her own medicine, Saint Ruan had prepared various dietary supplements for her, and Qin Wan had tried multiple methods, yet she continued to throw up incessantly, never sleeping through the night.

This month, she almost didn’t make it through the torment.

“Ugh—”

Before Su Yingxue could finish a mouthful of warm porridge, she vomited again.

“Mr. Ruan, you must have a look, what should we do? Miss hasn’t eaten anything today!”

Zhilan was hopping anxiously, tears dropping pitter-patter.

Su Yingxue’s pregnancy was not stable, and they had tried everything without being able to ease her discomfort.