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Feng Chengqian was ordered to leave the palace and set off immediately.
When Du Yuetang received the news and rushed to Xuanwu Gate, the carriage had already traveled far. She cried out desperately, "You can't leave! I have your..."
Qi Chaoxi quickly embraced her and covered her mouth.
"Don't say that!" Qi Chaoxi cautiously glanced around. If she accidentally revealed anything, a palace maid who was found to be pregnant would face execution. "You will die!"
Du Yuetang placed her hand on her belly, gripping Qi Chaoxi's hand tightly. "Chaoxi, help me."
Du Yuetang did not want to terminate this pregnancy; it was Feng Chengqian's child, her only hope. Qi Chaoxi sighed helplessly. "Yuetang, all the women in this palace belong to the Emperor. If you want to have a child, it can only be his. Do you understand?"
Qi Chaoxi could not guarantee that Qin Hao's personal grudges against Feng Chengqian would not affect this child. If it were to be born, it would only become the Emperor's heir.
However, this was an extremely dangerous act; one misstep could lead to losing one's head.
Qi Chaoxi gave Du Yuetang some time to think and then stood up to leave the room.
Her mind was in turmoil, and without realizing it, she found herself in the pear garden, which had once been Feng Chengqian's residence. Now it was empty, with fallen pear blossoms scattered everywhere, evoking a sense of sorrow.
Qi Chaoxi regretted her choices, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed silently.
"Ever since I brought you out from the Laundry Bureau, I've wanted to ask you if you would be willing to leave the palace with me, but I was afraid you would refuse."
Qi Chao stood there in a daze, unable to discern the truth behind his words, nor could she untangle her own thoughts. She couldn’t provide him with any answer.
She even forgot to tell him that Du Yuetang was carrying his child.
Du Yuetang rushed over, crying out in despair, pulling her back from her stupor—he had already gone far away.
Was it filled with unwillingness and regret?
Would they truly never meet again until they grew old and died?
Why was it that when they met every day, she felt nothing, yet now it hurt so much, as if the universe had collapsed and she could no longer see the light?
Qin Hao approached under the moonlight and saw the tears on her cheeks. He felt a pang of displeasure. “Feng Chengqian has left. Are you very sad?”
“Yes,” Qi Chao replied softly. She deliberately added, “From now on in this palace, there will be no one to support me.”
Qin Hao crouched down before her, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. “Qi Chao, the greatest support in the world is me. Why do you refuse it? Why do you insist on that lowly wretch?”
Qi Chao opened her eyes wide. “Your Majesty, are you truly willing to be my support?”
Had she ultimately chosen him? Regardless of the reasons, she still had to submit to him, didn’t she?
On a moonlit night in the pear garden, Qin Hao dismissed his attendants, indulging in fine wine and delicacies, while Qi Chao accompanied him with her lute. Qin Hao soon became thoroughly intoxicated.
Afterward, Qi Chao helped him to bed and called for Du Yuetang. She said, "From today onward, your child is the Emperor's dragon seed. To protect this child, you must do as I say."
This was all she could do.
She deceived him into believing he was favored, which was a betrayal of the Emperor; drugging him was an act of treason. Each act was punishable by death. When dawn broke, the Emperor would surely be enraged, and the royal family, already sparse in numbers, would not allow anyone to harm Du Yuetang, who might be pregnant. As for her, she would likely face a grim fate as well.
Sitting in the pear garden, Qi Chao was overwhelmed with guilt. In her quest for self-preservation, she had pushed her dearest sister into the flames of disaster.
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