He felt that even without that stunning face, just standing beside Yue Mingxuan and watching him would be enough to make him fall in love.
Led by the servant, Yue Mingxuan and Rong Qinglei soon arrived at the favored concubine’s courtyard.
At a glance, it was clear she was deeply loved.
Although it was only early spring, the courtyard was already filled with bright and colorful flowers.
Many of them were clearly freshly moved from a greenhouse and even the soil beneath them looked newly replaced.
Because it was the concubine’s quarters, Rong Qinglei could only stop outside the door.
As soon as Yue Mingxuan entered the room, he slled a strong scent of bitter dicinal herbs.
Thick curtains hung over the windows and door, making the room extrely dim.
The gloomy atmosphere inside stood in sharp contrast to the bright and blooming courtyard outside.
He stepped forward and lifted the heavy bed curtains.
The woman lying on the bed was nothing but skin and bones from severe illness.
Only her deeply sunken eyes and her unusually swollen abdon showed that she had once been deeply favored.
Yue Mingxuan did not expect that this patient would turn out to be a pregnant woman.
He let out a cold laugh in his heart.
If this concubine had not been pregnant, the master of this household would probably never have spent so much money to invite a doctor.
This was the tragedy of ancient tis that won and Ger can only either depended on n or depended on children.
As individuals, they were treated like weeds and completely unworthy of attention.
Yue Mingxuan reached out and took the woman’s pulse.
The icy touch caused the woman on the bed to wake up.
Her lips trembled slightly as if she wanted to say sothing, but no sound ca out.
As Yue Mingxuan felt her weak pulse, his brows slowly knitted together.
From the pulse alone, this favored concubine was not pregnant at all.
Yet her high and swollen belly was clearly the sign of pregnancy.
Even conditions like abdominal fluid buildup in modern dicine would never cause the belly to swell to the size of a five- or six-month pregnancy.
Yue Mingxuan could not help but regret having spoken so confidently earlier.
Could it be that his escape plan would fail before it even began?
After calming his slightly panicked mind, Yue Mingxuan carefully examined the decorations inside the room.
Like the quarters of most won, there was nothing special, only a folding screen and a simple dressing table.
Because the owner had not used it for a long ti, a thin layer of dust had settled on it.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
He noticed a faint and shallow mark on the dressing table, as if sothing had crawled across it.
He quickly walked to the window and lifted it to look outside.
At that mont, he already had an idea in his mind.
Just then, Wu Bingjian arrived with several servants.
Seeing Yue Mingxuan already sitting calmly at the table, he quickly asked, "How is it? Can the child in her belly be saved?"
Yue Mingxuan shot him a cold glance.
The woman on the bed had at least once shared a bed with this man, yet he did not ask about her condition at all and only cared about the child.
This clearly showed how heartless he was.
Yue Mingxuan replied calmly while suppressing the contempt in his heart, "Shouldn’t you ask about her illness first?"
Wu Bingjian waved his hand, clearly unconcerned about whether the woman lived or died and continued pressing, "Can it be saved or not?"
"She is not pregnant."
Yue Mingxuan’s words were like a heavy bomb, stunning everyone present.
After a mont of shock, Wu Bingjian turned around and slapped the servant hard across the face. "I told you to invite a miracle doctor and this is the person you brought back?"
The servant was knocked to the ground by the slap and blood began to seeping from the corner of his mouth, yet he did not dare say a single word.
No matter how good Yue Mingxuan’s temper was, being mocked and insulted like this made anger rise in him.
He stepped forward and looked directly at Wu Bingjian. "If your favored concubine’s condition truly turns out to be exactly as I said, what will you do then?"
Wu Bingjian looked at Yue Mingxuan.
Seeing that he was just young Ger and also angered by Yue Mingxuan’s earlier claim that the concubine was not pregnant, he replied without thinking, "If what you say is true, I will increase your consultation fee by ten tis. But what if your diagnosis is wrong?"
Provoked until his anger flared, Yue Mingxuan spoke with open contempt. "If my diagnosis is wrong, then I will help you marry another concubine. But let advise you, prepare your gold first."
Wu Bingjian glanced at Yue Mingxuan standing before him.
Although Yue Mingxuan was wearing a mask, just from his slim figure alone, the face beneath the mask could not possibly be ugly.
So, with a lecherous look, Wu Bingjian said, "If your diagnosis is wrong, I won’t ask you to help take another concubine. Instead, you can marry yourself and beco my nineteenth concubine."
Hearing Wu Bingjian say this, and seeing the filthy look in his eyes, Yue Mingxuan felt a wave of nausea rise in his stomach.
He felt as if even the tea he had just drunk was about to co back up.
He originally wanted to turn around and leave imdiately, but when he thought of the woman lying on the bed, a trace of reluctance and pity rose in his heart.
Seeing that Yue Mingxuan did not speak, Wu Bingjian assud that he had been frightened by his words and continued smugly, "Soone co here! Go to the dical clinic and formally propose marriage. Bring twenty taels of gold and say that this master wants to marry their doctor as his nineteenth wife..."
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