The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort (Chapters 1- 203)

Chapter 109 : An Unexpected Turn of Events

Translated by : Minodayz

Edited by : Anks & Ely

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Trigger Warning: Miscarriage scene, and the mention of disturbing actions with an unborn foetus.

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The sixth lunar month's weather was like the disposition of a woman: fickle and often changing on a whim. It was obviously a sunny, clear and cloudless morning, but by midday, it had begun to pour down in buckets. Whilst this rain was torrential, still it brought about a refreshing coolness from the blistering hot summer.

Xia Yan was sitting by the open window allowing the coolness brought on by the rain to blow upon her face to brush away the past few days of haze. Since she was expecting, she was afraid to catch a cold, so even on hot summer days she did not use ice in the room; thus this cooling rain was a welcome relief for the summer's heat.

Fei Cui placed an outer coat gently on Xia Yan and advised, "Furen must be careful not to catch a cold."

"No harm in doing so." Xia Yan comfortably closed her eyes. She was feeling rather good, so that even her face seemed to glow and was reminiscent of what she used to look like before pregnancy. Furthermore, the sleeves on her clothes were embroidered with a white butterfly dancing in flight. It was indeed well embroidered- both sparkling and glittering. Xia Yan lowered her head to glance at it and was utterly pleased. Since becoming pregnant, she was unable to wear most of her clothes, so instead she had to wear larger loose fitting garments. Which woman would not want to look beautiful, so she had to devise other means to make these clothes look more appealing. Jiang Su Su had divided her silk threads, and then had some sent to her, so she had used them to embroider on the sleeves of her clothes. Firstly, the silk threads were indeed quite beautiful, and secondly, when Hong Ying suffered a misfortune later, naturally, some people would doubt and blame her, so using these similar threads on herself would actually help deflect any suspicion.

Merely thinking about Hong Ying, Xia Yan's mouth lifted into a pleasant smile. She had spent a huge sum to acquire this particular herb and it was not even available in the city. Any regular doctor would not even be able to smell it. Moreover, even if they could pick up the smell, everyone would point fingers at Jiang Ruan. The servant had personally noted that Hong Ying had carried back the silk thread. Xia Yan was almost about to burst out in laughter; even the Gods were aiding her to lead Hong Ying towards death.

Today was already the second day, and by tomorrow, Hong Ying would definitely miscarry.

Fei Cui gently fanned Xia Yan, and Xia Yan swirled and sucked a sour plum in her mouth. In recent days, she had found herself wanting to eat sour things and had instructed the kitchen to pickle some fresh green plums. The plum was in her mouth, but before the tartness could fill her mouth, suddenly Xia Yan felt an intense pain in her abdomen. Her hand trembled, and she spat out the plum while clutching her stomach, "It hurts!"

Fei Cui and Lin Lang were petrified, and hurried to support Xia Yan, "What's wrong Furen? Where does it hurt?"

Xia Yan felt an intensifying pain as if a knife was gutting her abdomen. Unexpectedly she tumbled down from the stool, rolling on the ground holding her middle in pain.

The two servants were so scared that their faces were white. Fei Cui queried, "Furencan't be about to give birth, right? But it's not the right time yet."

"Ah!" Lin Lang let out a blood-curdling scream, and her body began to involuntarily shiver as she looked upon Xia Yan who was sporting a large bloodstain on the lower half of her body. They were no ignorant boudoir girls, and naturally understood what this scenario signified. Upon seeing the situation, Fei Cui was somewhat out of her wits, "What should we do? Hold on to the baby Furen, this servant will go find Master, and call for a physician to come quickly!"