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Chapter 841: Startling Heart Mingyu 53

"Good, good! This is such a great joy!" Kangxi let go of Mingyu, held her face in his hands, stared at her with burning eyes, his tone full of pampering and love.

Mingyu felt a little embarrassed when he looked at her, and her cheeks flushed lightly, as beautiful as peach blossoms.

After the excitement, Kangxi gradually calmed down. He still held Mingyu's face with his hands, but his eyes were a little more worried: "Twins are good, but... this is the first time, and there are two again. I'm worried that your body can't handle it."

Mingyu's heart tightened. She touched her still flat belly, and the joy she had just felt was replaced by a hint of fear. Indeed, the risk of twins was much higher than that of a single baby, not to mention that this was her first pregnancy, and the unknowns of childbirth made her feel uneasy.

Kangxi noticed Mingyu's abnormality and hugged her tighter, saying softly, "I know you are afraid, but don't worry, I will arrange for the best imperial physician to take care of you, and both mother and child will be safe."

Mingyu nodded gently, buried her head in Kangxi's chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat, as if she had found support. She took a deep breath, tried to calm her inner anxiety, and said softly: "I am not afraid, I believe in the emperor."

Kangxi gently stroked Mingyu's hair, his eyes full of pity.

How could he not be worried? But as an emperor, he had to appear calm and composed in order to give Mingyu a sense of security.

In the following days, Kangxi took even more care of Mingyu, almost to the point of never leaving her side. When he was reviewing memorials, Mingyu would sit quietly beside him, grinding ink and adding tea for him; when he was taking a walk, Mingyu would hold his arm, and the two of them would stroll in the imperial garden, enjoying the rare quiet time.

Kangxi bestowed rewards continuously, and everyone in the palace could feel the joy.

Even the cold and damp place of the Ministry of Punishment seemed to have a ray of light. Of course, this light did not come from the sun, but from several princes.

Ever since Ruoxi was imprisoned in the Ministry of Punishment, several princes who were very concerned about her began to take secret actions to try to alleviate her suffering.

The fourth prince Yinzhen was a cold and austere person who did not like to show off. He asked someone to send medicine for her wounds and some silver, hoping to make her life in the Ministry of Punishment easier.

The Thirteenth Prince was more direct. He repeatedly asked to see Kangxi, hoping to exempt Ruoxi from punishment. Unfortunately, Kangxi was still brooding over Ruoxi's "curse" of Mingyu, and refused to let it go.

The Tenth Prince is a straightforward person. He feels sorry for Ruoxi's suffering, so he sneaks into the Ministry of Punishment to visit her. Unfortunately, he is discovered by the guards and almost gets into big trouble.

Even so, the care of the princes did have some effect. Ruoxi's daily torture was alleviated, and her skin was no longer torn and blood was dripping.

The food the jailers brought was much better than before, no longer stale leftovers, and occasionally a small piece of meat could be eaten. But even so, life in the Ministry of Punishment was still difficult.

The dark and damp environment, the foul smell, tortured Ruoxi's body and mind all the time. She curled up in the cold cell day and night, listening to the wailing and screaming from the cell next door, and fear and despair overwhelmed her like a tide.

Her once proud soul has now been tortured to pieces, like a candle swaying in the wind, which may go out at any time.

She didn't understand why she ended up in such a situation. She was just an ordinary girl from modern times, who somehow traveled to this era and got involved in this cruel court struggle.

She tried hard to protect herself and to stay alive, but fate pushed her into the abyss again and again.

One day, the jailer brought in a meal that was much richer than usual. Ruoxi was puzzled and looked up at the jailer, only to see a hint of sympathy on his face.

"Miss, this was specially ordered by the Thirteenth Master. He said he was worried about your weak health, so he asked the kitchen to make it."

The jailer lowered his voice and said, "Master Thirteen also told the girl not to worry, he would find a way to rescue her."

Ruoxi felt warm in her heart, and a wave of warmth surged into her heart. In this cold prison, the words of the Thirteenth Prince were like a ray of sunshine in winter, illuminating her desperate heart.

She took the food, trembling with both hands, and ate it in big mouthfuls. This was the most delicious meal she had eaten since she was imprisoned.

But this brief warmth was soon replaced by the cruel reality. That night, a shrill scream came from the prison cell of the Ministry of Punishment, breaking the silence of the night sky. It was the prisoner in the next cell, who could not bear the torture and was tortured to death.

Ruoxi covered her ears tightly, her whole body trembling. The fear of death was like a huge shadow, covering her and almost suffocating her.

She knew that she might be the next one...

The Eighth Prince's residence no longer had the bustling scene of the past, and now seemed particularly deserted.

The servants were all very cautious, fearing that they might accidentally anger their master. Yinsi sat in the study, his face gloomy, his hands tightly holding the account book, his knuckles white.

What Minghui took away was not only her dowry, but also the economic support he had painstakingly built up over the years.

Originally, Yinsi's biological mother, Concubine Liang, was of humble origin, and his salary was not generous, so most of the expenses in the mansion depended on Minghui's dowry subsidy.

Now that the dowry has been taken away by Minghui, the financial situation of the mansion is suddenly stretched.

"Yinsi slammed the account book on the table with a loud noise. He was already upset because of his failure in the fight for the throne, and now it was even worse.

He paced the study room anxiously, the resolute look on Minghui's face when she left constantly appearing in his mind.

He originally thought that Minghui would take into consideration their relationship as husband and wife and at least leave some of the dowry, but he ultimately underestimated Minghui's determination.

"Someone come here!" Yinsi shouted to the outside of the door.

A guard walked in cautiously: "The servant is here."

"Go, call all the maids around Fu Jin."

After a while, several maids knelt on the ground trembling, not daring to breathe.

"Did Fu Jin say anything when she left?" Yinsi's voice was cold and without a trace of emotion.

The maids looked at each other, and one of the older maids bravely said, "My Lord, the wife said that from now on, men and women getting married will have nothing to do with each other."

Yinsi sneered: "What a man and a woman getting married, they have nothing to do with each other! She left so simply!"

He waved his hand: "Everyone go down."

The maids retreated quickly as if they had been pardoned.

Yinsi sat dejectedly on the chair, feeling confused about his future. Without Minghui's dowry, his source of income was cut off, and his path to succession became even more difficult.