c66 (2/2)
The performing was marvellous but unfortunately Qing Feng’s entire heart was on the matter of Imperial Concubine Hui’s child and did not have the mood to enjoy or appreciate.
The performances during the previous year’s celebrations were determined by both the Empress Dowagers and Ministry of Rites and there was nothing really special about it. This year’s performance, however, seemed to interest the Emperor. Yan Hong Tian’s eyes were rarely like everyone’s, fixed on the red cladded female. Because listening to this piece of music, he would inexplicably think of the hunting painting that Qing Feng drew. The music and painting complemented one another but there were some differences. The music had a vigorous atmosphere, like a team of hunters were obviously chasing the prey that were as good as in their bag. Whereas Qing Feng painting of the hunt was much more interesting as it reflects the showdown between the brave and fierce warlike hunter and the cunning and savage prey.
His lips hooked up to a smile and Yan Hong Tian look towards Qing Feng who was below the stone steps but he saw her staring at the tea in her hands, thinking of don’t know what.
“Mistress…”
Qing Feng had been waiting for more than half a s.h.i.+chen (1 s.h.i.+chen = 2 hours) and Fu Ling finally returned. Not daring to make big movements, she was sitting still as before but her hands was holding the teacup tighter as she softly asked, “How is it?”
The sounds of bells and drums were very loud that it would not be clearly heard if one were to speak normally. But Fu Ling still cautiously lowered her voice and spoke very near Qing Feng’s ear, “The midwife is still helping her to give birth but she is not delivering. I fear that it would be a difficult birth…”
Difficult birth…
Her heart which was hanging from the beginning sank and the cup that Qing Feng held in her hands fell onto the table with a “Pa”, spilling the tea onto the table.
The noise was not considered loud but it still attracted the attention of many gazes and one of which was from a male sitting high up. Qing Feng dare not look at him. With an inspiration, she clutch her stomach and put on a pained expression.
Fu Ling said surprisingly, “Mistress?” It shouldn’t be that the shock interrupted the foetus energy right?
Just as Fu Ling was anxiously trying to take her pulse, Qing Feng grabbed her hand and slightly tighten. She still had a pained expression but her voice was calm when she replied, “I am fine.”
Yan Hong Tian had already recovered his line of sight and his dark eyes was back on the red figure who was performing on stage but he was not enjoying like he did previously. He softly called, “Gao Jing.”
“Yes.” Not needing Yan Hong Tian to say more, Gao Qing quickly walked over to Qing Feng’s side and softly asked, “Imperial Concubine Qing, what happened?
Qing Feng’s hand was clutching her stomach and her brows were slightly knitted as she smile reluctantly, “Nothing. It’s just… My stomach suddenly ache a little.”
“Someone come and summon Imperial Physician w.a.n.g.”
Qing Feng did not expect Gao Jing would summon for Imperial Physician w.a.n.g and urgently said, “Don’t!” Other than Huang Jiao, Imperial Physician w.a.n.g was Yan Hong Tian dedicated personal Imperial Physician and naturally there was no need to talk about his medical skills. But if he were to come, won’t her circ.u.mstances be revealed? Sensing that the tone was very anxious, Gao Jing started to get suspicious but Qing Feng pressed her waist and explain with a smile, “It is not a big deal, it would be fine with just summoning for Imperial Physician Lin. These days he was the one who was diagnosing and treating Bengong and understand more about Bengong’s health.”
Gao Jin stared at her for a moment before telling the eunuch behind, “Summon Imperial Physician Lin over to treat her Ladys.h.i.+p.”
“Yes.” The eunuch hurried away but Gao Jing did not returned to Yan Hong Tian’s side and stood about one zhang (1 zhang = 10 feet) behind of Qing Feng. It would seem that if he did not heard the physician explanation, he would not leave at all.
Confirming that Gao Jin was not able to hear her speak, Qing Feng continue to whisper, “How is she exactly now?”
Pretending to pat Qing Feng’s back for her to ease her breathing, Fu Ling replied seriously, “It is not very good. There is no hot water in the Cold Palace and even though Wu-er brought some last night, it was no longer hot now. It is already in the late autumn but they were only covered with a thin quilt and their diet are spa.r.s.e. Imperial Concubine Qing was already sick for half a month and the midwife said that she orginally do not have enough energy to give birth and now the position of the foetus is wrong, which made it even more difficult. Before this servant came over, Imperial Concubine Hui… Kept losing blood. If this continues on, the child definitely cannot be saved and even she will also die.”
The heavy drums rang with the sounds of the Qin but Qing Feng only felt that every note was. .h.i.tting her heart. If she did not bother about it now, it would be a corpse with two lives. If she get involved, how would she manage? If she were to now tell the Emperor, Chen Zhen was currently in a difficult birth and the child was yours? Needless to say the Empress would definitely meddle and just the fact that a concubine in the Cold Palace was giving birth during the celebration and no one in the entire Palace knew about it, where would Yan Hong Tian’s face be left? What would remain of Qiong Yue’s face? She cannot say, at least it should not be said now. Qing Feng’s hands habitually caressed her abdomen as her gaze drifter to the man on the highest seat. The more she thought, the further and deeper it became. She may not necessarily be able to give birth to a son and it was indeed very dangerous and strange for Yan Hong Tian to have only one son for the past ten years on the throne. Chen Zhen’s child must definitely be born!
There were innumerable twists and turns in her heart and after she have thought for a long time, Qing Feng finally spoke, “Then… Let’s take a risk!”
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