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Luo Fusheng suffered from a sudden illness, which came without warning, but was extremely fierce.

The imperial doctor said that she had no business and wanted to die, asserting that her life was not long.

"If she dies, I will let you all be buried with her!" She heard Leng Qiancheng's roar outside the hall, and Cuiqiao's mournful weeping was beside her.

"Niangniang, please don't die, don't leave Cuiqiao..." She wept beside Luo Fusheng's pillow.

Luo Fusheng opened his eyes, staring at Cuiqiao quietly, there was no sadness in his eyes, but unusually calm.

It's better to die, she just wants to die quickly.

"If you die, what will happen to the little prince in your belly..." Cui Qiaozhu cried.

What?Luo Fusheng's heart trembled, his plain hands tightly grasped Cuiqiao's clothes, and asked Cuiqiao with his eyes in disbelief.

"When you were unconscious, the imperial physician found out!" Cui Qiao choked up.

Luo Fusheng was startled, her watery eyes gradually became moist, and a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, just when she thought she would never be able to conceive, God miraculously gave her a child.

She put her hand on her abdomen, where a child was conceived, a child that belonged entirely to her...

Do not!She can't die, what if she dies her child?

"Cuiqiao, medicine, I want to take medicine..." She struggled to get up.

"Yes, empress! This servant will get you the medicine!" Cui Qiao wiped away her tears, ecstatic.

Leng Qiancheng entered the palace and saw Luo Fusheng who looked like a different person in front of her. She was served by Cuiqiao and forced herself to drink the medicine. A trace of tenacious survival instinct appeared in her dim eyes.

For the sake of this child, she, who had already started to die, started a business again.

Leng Qiancheng looked at Luo Fusheng's stomach with a complicated expression, his eyes were cold.

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Just when Luo Fusheng was getting better day by day, an urgent report came from Liuyun Temple: Duan Xueyin suddenly fell into a coma and lost consciousness.

When Leng Qiancheng heard the words, he rushed to Liuyun Palace impatiently, furious.

The imperial physicians kneeling aside all frowned, helpless.

"Bastard, Yin'er can't be cured, you all come to see me!" He said angrily.

"Yes, Your Majesty, give me some time, I will do my best to cure your empress!" The imperial doctors were all trembling.

However, after a few days, Duan Xueyin's illness not only did not improve, but became more serious.

"Waste, they are all a bunch of waste! Come, someone, drag him down and behead him!" Leng Qiancheng was furious, this was already the fourth imperial physician he had killed.

Accompanied by the screams of the imperial physician who was dragged out, the rest of the people shuddered.

"Your Majesty," an imperial physician surnamed Zhang stood up and said, "I look at your empress, she doesn't seem to be sick, but rather bewitched."

"What?" Leng Qiancheng frowned.

"There are filthy things in this palace, someone must have cursed the empress with witchcraft." Doctor Zhang insisted.

For a moment, everyone gasped.

"Come on, give me a thorough search of the palace, even if I search every corner of the palace, I will find this dirt!" Leng Qiancheng gritted his teeth.

A massive search began in the palace, and everyone was in danger for a while.

A few days later, Leng Qiancheng rushed into Luo Fusheng's cold palace with a cold expression, and said coldly: "Search for me!" Following his order, the eunuchs and guards filed in and began to search everywhere.

"Leng Qiancheng, what are you doing?" Luo Fusheng, who was still ill, had a hoarse voice, struggling to get up from the bed.

"I found it, it's in the Queen's wardrobe!" A guard presented Leng Qiancheng with a puppet that had been needled.

Luo Fusheng's face turned pale, and a bad feeling arose in her heart.

Leng Qiancheng frowned, adding a layer of frost to his stern face, "Luo Fusheng, I didn't expect you to be so vicious that you would curse Yin'er with witchcraft!"

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