Chapter 875 - 873: The Transmigrated Woman Bound to the Good Pregnancy System 17

Pei Hui cursed the dishes for being poorly prepared, naturally blaming the chef.

However, the chef had worked in the mansion for many years, and Pei Hui was actually quite good to the people around him, adept at winning hearts, otherwise he wouldn’t have become victorious in the succession struggle—not punishing someone over such a trivial matter.

The chef was summoned and, upon learning that the fish he prepared tasted off, hurriedly tasted it in front of Pei Hui, then appeared puzzled. The taste seemed as usual; it was correct, right?

He cautiously glanced at Pei Hui, who noticed his expression and asked, "What’s the problem you’re tasting?"

"Your Highness, the taste I discern is the same as before, with no error," the chef quickly bowed, "perhaps my tongue isn’t right today. Maybe you should have others taste it too."

In fact, the chef was implying that Pei Hui’s taste might be off. As a chef, if his own taste was off, he wouldn’t have cooked today but would have let someone else take over, especially since it’s for the master. It can’t be handled carelessly.

Pei Hui paused, naturally understanding the implication in the chef’s words.

"Then you all taste it as well, to see what’s going on." He told the others in the room to eat, mulling over the fact that if everyone found it normal, it was his own problem, and he should call Divine Doctor Ye to take a look.

Since Ye Shuangzhou came around, he never considered other doctors or imperial physicians; no one could compare to Ye Shuangzhou’s skills.

Once everyone around tasted the fish and said it was excellent with no errors, completely devoid of any fishy taste, Pei Hui sent them away.

"It seems my tongue is not right today."

"Summon Divine Doctor Ye here."

As he pondered his taste, Pei Hui suddenly realized that he indeed felt somewhat fatigued and easily weary lately. It startled him—could someone have poisoned him?

Recently, the covert struggles with his brothers have been intense; such underhanded means are far too common, just as he experienced countless times in his past life.

Even after ascending to the throne as Emperor, there were still those trying to kill him.

But having Ye Shuangzhou by his side, those attempts usually failed.

The only regret was not having an heir, forcing him to resentfully select one from the imperial family. Until his death, he never gave up hope, but alas, his wish was unfulfilled.

Ye Shuangzhou quickly arrived, worried upon hearing Pei Hui’s physical problems, observing Pei Hui’s complexion, realizing it was indeed rather poor.

"Quickly check me, am I suffering from someone’s schemes," Pei Hui extended his hand, saying, "These past days, my body has been vaguely unwell. At first, I thought I was just overly tired."

Yet now, barely in his early twenties, young and strong, it wasn’t reasonable for him to feel tired and sleepy from mere exertion—nothing like this happened in his past life. That fatigue typically occurs post-middle age. With Ye Shuangzhou around, his health should be managed well.

Formerly without suspicion, probably still caught in his past life’s mindset—it’s normal for an aging body to feel ill.

Now alerted, Pei Hui couldn’t afford to dismiss it.

While discussing recent plans, and Qin Chen’s whereabouts, plus Qin Family’s likely arrival in the Capital City soon,

He didn’t notice Ye Shuangzhou’s shocked expression while taking his pulse.

Yet Ye Shuangzhou remained silent, Pei Hui sensed something amiss.

He frowned, "What’s wrong? Is there an issue even beyond your skills?"

Asking lightly, his heart tightened, his face falling. His brothers truly were skillful, seemingly having schemed against him.

But trusting Ye Shuangzhou’s expertise, the more challenging the problem, the more Ye was willing to explore and solve it.

Ye Shuangzhou took his pulse for a long time, making Pei Hui tense as never before seeing Ye look so.

"You’re also unable to solve it?" Pei Hui finally couldn’t hold back asking.

Ye Shuangzhou furrowed his brow, yet his eyes contained both shock and fascination.

Thinking of who stood before him made his expression difficult.

He already confirmed it and awaited the right moment to speak—if Pei Hui learned of such matter, he’d likely go mad. He’d enthusiastically disclose it to anyone else.

"Speak directly. From the look of things, it’s just difficulty, not deadly, right?" Pei Hui said, Ye Shuangzhou’s expression greatly unsettling him.

Ye Shuangzhou took a deep breath, glanced at the room to ensure it was empty, then said, "Your Highness, you should... be pregnant."

His words dropped, Pei Hui sharply raised his head, coldly focusing on Ye Shuangzhou: "At this time, you’re still jesting?"

"Your Highness, it’s true," Ye Shuangzhou brimmed with interest but couldn’t show it. Such a rare phenomenon unwittingly encountered—indeed, without mishap, ensuing matters would mandate his involvement. Truly... fascinating.

But realizing Pei Hui was pregnant, Ye Shuangzhou must handle it properly, not agitating Pei Hui.

He’s unafraid of Pei Hui doing anything to him, having measures to save himself; only that provoking Pei Hui meant missing involvement in such an intriguing affair, a significant regret.

Bang—

Pei Hui slammed his hand down, the table instantly shattered, glaring at Ye Shuangzhou: "At this time, Ye Shuangzhou, cease such jokes; what exactly is attacking me."

"If Your Highness doesn’t believe, you may summon other doctors, even imperial physicians," Ye Shuangzhou spoke smoothly, "but be sure to conceal your identity; otherwise, it’s detrimental to Your Highness."

Whether Pei Hui ascends or not mattered less to Ye Shuangzhou, but Pei Hui’s reign made many deeds easier; establishing trust and interests with another added burdens.

"Still spouting nonsense." Pei Hui’s face sank, though Ye Shuangzhou didn’t seem to jest. He wasn’t prone to joking either.

Yet he was pregnant.

He’s but a man; how could he be pregnant?

Pei Hui’s face darkened frighteningly—who did this, with what technique?

"Your Highness, in this regard, I wouldn’t deceive you. Even checking for pregnancy pulse requires no profound medical skills, unlikely in error. But, should you doubt, consult other doctors," Ye Shuangzhou assured, "after verifying, address this issue fast, preventing the news from spreading, lest it harm you."

Pei Hui steadily regained composure; indeed, this cannot leak, else his imperial aspirations vanish—forevr ridiculed.

It wasn’t disbelief in Ye Shuangzhou’s medical skills; rather, the matter seemed too miraculous.

Ultimately, accompanied by Ye Shuangzhou, Pei Hui disguised himself to visit a renowned doctor in Capital City.

Still pregnant pulse!

The doctor remarked on his unusual pulse, prompting him to leave swiftly, avoiding detection of unconventionality.