086 Heartless Abortion

Prime Minister’s Residence.

Feng Xilou held a chess piece in her hand, pondering her next move. A faint smile graced her lips, yet a bewildering sadness lingered in her eyes.

“Even the esteemed Prime Minister Feng can be sentimental?” The young man beside her teased, watching as Feng Xilou placed her piece and then made his own move.

“Siyi, I am human too,” Feng Xilou replied with a helpless shake of her head, her phoenix eyes half-narrowed as she glanced toward the door.

Not far off, the steward was leading a woman toward them. Looking closely, it turned out to be Ziyu.

Ziyu entered the hall and immediately dropped to her knees before Feng Xilou. “Prime Minister Feng, I beg you, please save my mistress—please, hurry, or it will be too late.”

Feng Xilou frowned, a heavy weight pressing on her chest. “What has happened to your mistress?”

“When the prince returned, he argued with my mistress. Then… I saw the prince carrying a bowl of medicine into her room. That medicine… I fear it was an abortifacient.” Ziyu quickly recounted the events, kowtowing repeatedly. “Prime Minister, please save her.”

Feng Xilou sprang to his feet, his brows tightly knit, and strode quickly toward the gate.

“Xilou, take this medicine,” Siyi called out behind him, tossing a pill to Feng Xilou. “Remember to bring her back. Don’t forget we have a divine physician here.”

So, even Feng Xilou could lose his composure for a woman, become reckless. The Feng Prime Minister he remembered was always calm and indifferent. Siyi couldn’t help but smile—this was better. At least now, he seemed like a real man.

Lying on the bed, Yun Xueyan gripped the bedding with both hands, her entire body trembling violently. Cold sweat streamed down her forehead in great beads. Her pale lips were bitten through, blood seeping out.

A tearing pain ripped through her lower body as if she were being split apart from within—a pain so excruciating it threatened to shatter her soul. The world spun into darkness, as though she were falling into a bottomless abyss from which there was no return.

Tears of agony streamed down her face. Her lower abdomen burned with a searing pain, and hot liquid flowed from her body, thick with the scent of blood. Unable to endure, Yun Xueyan screamed hoarsely, as if pouring every ounce of strength into that cry.

The ghastly scene before him and the heart-wrenching screams pierced Duan Nanyu’s soul, rendering his body rigid. He could not allow himself to be soft-hearted.

Again and again, her agonized cries tore through him, leaving his heart in tatters.

Cold sweat broke out in his palm. The room was thick with the stench of blood. Pity flickered in his eyes, but when he thought of that child… he could not forgive betrayal.

Hearing the screams, the maids and servants outside rushed in. Several older matrons, recognizing the severity of the situation, hurried to kneel before Duan Nanyu. “Your Highness, at this rate, Consort Yan will not survive.”

Duan Nanyu remained silent, his face ashen. He turned away, unmoved. Seeing the prince’s indifference, the matrons quickly gathered around the bedside.

On the bed, the woman's face was streaked with tears, her hair in wild disarray, her body soaked with sweat and blood. Wracked with pain, she trembled uncontrollably, her pallid face contorted and gray, as if she might die at any moment.

“Your Highness, call a physician! Consort Yan is hemorrhaging!” one of the matrons cried out.

Duan Nanyu turned, terror-stricken, staring at the blood spreading across the bed. A chill swept through his body. He wanted to give the order, but his mouth would not open. In his chest, it felt as if something had been torn apart.