Chapter 687 - 465: You’re Not Sick, You’re Just Pregnant

Chapter 687: Chapter 465: You’re Not Sick, You’re Just Pregnant

Song Yunzhao shot to her feet. ’So this is the female supporting character who almost took down the heroine in the book. That blade is truly sharp!’

’If I were the one going head-to-head with Qin Xiyue, the outcome would be completely uncertain.’

Over the past few years, she had clashed with Qin Xiyue several times, but Qin Xiyue always managed to escape. After a while, Song Yunzhao noticed a pattern. Although much of the plot in the book’s world had changed, she was originally just cannon fodder with a minor role. Perhaps her own aura was simply not strong enough to counter the heroine’s, which was why she could never pin her down.

However, as long as she didn’t directly confront the heroine, any other changes to the plot posed no fatal threat. At worst, there might be some minor incidents, but they were all within her ability to handle.

Especially with the male lead’s help, she was like a tiger that had grown wings.

Only when she faced Qin Xiyue did unexpected things always happen.

’Bringing An Shutong into this was definitely the right move.’

’Only someone who was the heroine’s equal in the book could truly defeat her.’

Song Yunzhao let out a long breath. After careful consideration, she decided not to go watch the drama unfold. What if her presence ended up giving the heroine a power boost, allowing her to escape yet again?

’It sounded a bit ridiculous, but given my track record of bad luck whenever I confront the heroine, it wasn’t impossible.’

She forcefully suppressed her gossipy heart and could only wait regretfully for news.

"Xiangxue, go and see for yourself. Make sure you get a clear look at everything, and come back to tell me all the details," Song Yunzhao said.

"Your Highness, aren’t you going?"

’I really want to go,’ Song Yunzhao thought. ’I’ve been so frustrated these past few years, but I really don’t want to gamble.’

’If my presence lets the heroine escape again, won’t I just be making myself furious for no reason?’

"I’m feeling a bit unwell, so I won’t join the crowd. You go and see for me." Song Yunzhao wasn’t just making an excuse. She genuinely didn’t feel well; there was a slight tightness in her chest, perhaps from the excitement.

’Thinking about it that way, I definitely can’t go.’

’Look at this. I haven’t even gotten there, and I’m already starting to feel sick.’

Missing out on the live show was truly a bit dispiriting.

As soon as Xiangxue heard her mistress was unwell, she quickly called Shizhu to stay and watch over her. Then, she hurried off frantically to witness the scene for her mistress.

Shizhu saw that her mistress’s complexion was indeed not good and said with concern, "Your Highness, should we summon an Imperial Physician to have a look?"

Song Yunzhao was convinced it was because her aura clashed with the heroine’s, so she shook her head. "It’s nothing, I’ll be fine after lying down for a bit. Go on with your work. I’ll call you if I need anything."

Shizhu helped her mistress into the bedchamber to lie down, covered her with a thin blanket, and lowered the bed curtains. She said softly, "Your Highness, if you continue to feel unwell, you must tell me."

"Of course. I wouldn’t joke about my own health. You can go." Song Yunzhao wasn’t an idiot. ’I’ve had this rare chance to live again and fought my way to this position on my own merits. Am I going to just let myself die and be reincarnated before I’ve even had a chance to enjoy it?’

The ice basins in the hall emitted a cool air. Song Yunzhao had only intended to rest her eyes for a moment, but she unexpectedly fell asleep as soon as she closed them.

In her sleep, she vaguely heard someone calling her name, but she couldn’t open her eyes no matter how hard she tried. A thin mist enveloped her. She wanted to break free, but no matter how she ran, the fog remained, surrounding her.

She walked faster and faster, and then she thought she heard Feng Ze’s voice. Her heart clenched. She lifted the hem of her skirt and charged forward. She didn’t know how long she ran. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead like a fine rain, but she had no time to wipe them away, focused only on breaking out of the mist.

’I can’t let my child lose his mother. Feng Ze is still so young. He won’t be able to find me in this thick fog. He must be scared...’

"Zhaozhao, wake up."

Song Yunzhao felt as if she heard Feng Yi’s voice. Her steps faltered. "Feng Yi, where are you?"

Feng Yi sat by the bed, gripping Yun Zhao’s hand tightly. Hearing her call his name, he immediately said, "Zhaozhao, I’m here. I’m right beside you. Open your eyes and look at me. Feng Ze is here too. We’re all here. Open your eyes."

Feng Ze was on the verge of tears beside them. He bit his lip to keep from crying, tightly clutching his mother’s clothes without letting go.

A group of Imperial Physicians knelt to the side, all of them with looks of terror on their faces.

Ming Fei was clearly trapped in a nightmare. For something like this, even the Imperial Physicians were helpless.

Song Yunzhao’s eyes flew open, and she gasped for breath. She had been running for so long, surrounded by fog. The sudden light made her instinctively squint her eyes shut again.

"Zhaozhao."

"Feng Yi?"

The group of Imperial Physicians quickly bowed their heads, utterly shocked. ’Ming Fei dares to address His Majesty by his personal name!’

Seeing Yun Zhao awake, Feng Yi reached out and pulled her into his arms, completely disregarding the fact that so many people were watching.

"It’s good that you’re awake. You were just having a nightmare. Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid."

"Mother..." Feng Ze lunged forward.

With quick reflexes, Feng Yi caught his son. "Ze’er, what did I tell you?"

Feng Ze froze, instinctively looking at his mother’s belly before shrinking back a little.

Song Yunzhao leaned back in Feng Yi’s embrace. Seeing her son’s reaction, she subconsciously glanced down at her own stomach. ’Have I contracted some terminal illness?’

’No wonder I’ve been so listless these past few days.’

Song Yunzhao’s mood plummeted. ’I didn’t even go to watch the fight, and disaster still found its way to me?’

’Is my cannon fodder attribute really that powerful?’

Feng Yi watched as Yun Zhao’s expression fell, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hurt. He quickly let go of their son and comforted her, "I was afraid our son would hurt you. You can’t handle him bumping into you right now."

Song Yunzhao’s eyes instantly turned red. ’Am I really that sick?’

’A single bump could be fatal?’

’If I had known, I would have kept the heroine around to extend my life!’

"How much longer do I have?" Song Yunzhao forced herself to rally. ’If I really don’t have long to live, I need to pave the way for my son. After I die, a new stepmother means a distant stepfather. If Feng Yi has other women and other sons, my poor Feng Ze will have no mother to protect him.’

"What do you mean, ’how much longer do I have’?" Feng Yi was stunned.

Song Yunzhao pouted. "You won’t even let Ze’er touch me. Isn’t it because I’m terribly ill? You don’t have to hide it from me. I can handle it."

’It’s not like I haven’t died before. It’s just happening again.’

Feng Yi’s expression turned a little strange, a mix of amusement and exasperation. He was just about to speak when he heard Yun Zhao continue, "Although I still wanted to grow old with Your Majesty, life is short. Meeting you has made this life worthwhile. If there is a next life, I still want to marry you."

Feng Yi froze. Seeing Yun Zhao’s tears fall and fearing her thoughts would stray even further, he quickly cut her off. "You’re not sick. You’re just pregnant. We’re having a second child."