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There was deathly silence in the hall, and Lan Xin had already fallen to her knees in horror, trembling.

Su Qingwan stood there, her figure swaying, as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant.

The blood on her face faded cleanly, her lips trembled slightly, and in her always cold eyes, there was first unbelievable shock, and then huge grief and despair.

"Holy Will... He doesn't want the Su family to become powerful, and he doesn't want me to be pregnant..."

She murmured and repeated, and suddenly laughed softly, her laughter was sad and sharp, "So, it turns out that I, Su Qingwan, in his eyes, am just a pawn to win over the Su family...a tool that is not even worthy of raising children for him...It's ridiculous, I thought, I thought..."

Water quickly accumulated in her eyes, but she held it back and turned it into scarlet.

The extreme grief and anger overwhelmed her rationality. She suddenly pulled out the silver hairpin from her head and stabbed it straight into her heart!

"No!" Ye Shengge was the closest and rushed forward without thinking, subconsciously grabbing the silver hairpin with his bare hands.

"Tsk--" There was a soft sound, and the tip of the hairpin swiped across Ye Shengge's palm, bringing out a string of blood beads, but it deviated from the direction and only pierced Su Qingwan's skirt.

Lan Xin also rushed forward, hugged Su Qingwan's arm tightly, and cried: "Empress! Empress, you can't! It is a serious crime for a concubine to commit suicide, and it will implicate all the nine tribes!"

Su Qingwan was stopped by the two men and struggled for a few times. After all, she lost strength and the silver hairpin in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

She slumped down and sat down, tears finally bursting out of her eyes, but she bit her lip and refused to cry, her shoulders shook violently, and her suppressed sobs were more heartbreaking than howling.

Ye Shengge ignored the burning pain in his hands, knelt down for two steps, and said urgently: "Your Majesty! Concubine Li told this slave, and she definitely didn't mean it well!"

"She wants to make you feel resentful and alienate from the Emperor. She wants to see you crippled and see the Su family suffer!"

"If you kill yourself now, wouldn't you be playing into her heart? It hurts those who are close to you, but it hurts those who are enemies!"

Su Qingwan raised her tearful eyes and looked at him, her eyes filled with despair.

Ye Shengge continued: "My Lady, now that you know the harm of spices, you can take precautions. I can add a few neutralizing medicinal materials to this incense to remove its conflicting properties with the incense and retain its soothing effect, making it difficult for others to detect it."

"As for the cold poison that has accumulated in the Queen's body," he said firmly, "give the slave time, continuous acupuncture and medicine, and careful conditioning. In about half a year, most of it can be removed. By then, the Queen's body will recover, and the issue of the heir... may not be all hopeless!"

Su Qingwan's crying gradually stopped. She looked at Ye Shengge's scratched and bleeding hands, and then looked at his eager and sincere eyes.

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