The female anchor turned into the dean of an ancient academy

Chapter 254 Helping the Queen

"It's been eight years, a full eight years! I've been thinking about having a child all the time, but there's no movement in my belly! Do you know how I've been through these eight years?" He Yunshu stretched out his hands tremblingly, as if complaining to the heavens about the injustice of fate.

She approached Cen Jiexiao step by step, her eyes filled with pain and despair, tears like pearls with broken strings, constantly flowing from her eye sockets and sliding across her pale cheeks.

"I watched helplessly as those concubines became pregnant with royal children one by one, and watched helplessly as they climbed over my head step by step by relying on their sons, but I could do nothing!" He Yunshu's voice became sharp, like a wounded beast, roaring in despair.

"They proudly walk around the harem with their bulging bellies, enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention. And what about me? I can only watch helplessly, unable to do anything!"

He Yunshu covered her chest in pain, as if she was suffering great torture there. Her body was trembling slightly, as if she would fall down at any time.

"I hate it!" He Yunshu suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with deep hatred. "I hate myself for not living up to my expectations, for not being able to bear children for the Emperor! I hate even more those who gossip about me behind my back, saying that I am doomed to fail and will bring disaster to my husband and children! I..."

He Yunshu's emotions completely collapsed. She fell to the ground weakly, covering her face with her hands and bursting into tears.

Cen Jiexiao looked at the scene in front of her with mixed feelings. She didn't know how to comfort He Yunshu, so she could only stand quietly by and wait for her to calm down.

He Yunshu's crying gradually weakened, as if a sudden rain had just stopped, and the rustling sound of the wind blowing the leaves replaced the heart-wrenching cry just now.

Cen Jiexiao looked at the noble queen in front of her with mixed feelings. Although she had no interest in the life of the ancient palace, seeing He Yunshu in such pain and despair, she couldn't help but want to lend a hand.

"Empress..." Cen Jiexiao spoke softly, as if testing the atmosphere of sadness. He Yunshu didn't respond, but simply curled up on the ground helplessly, his body trembling slightly.

Cen Jiexiao sighed softly, bent down, and gently patted He Yunshu's shoulder.

"Empress, please don't be sad. The ground is cold. Get up and sit." Cen Jiexiao slowed down her speech and spoke softly.

He Yunshu didn't look up, tears still flowing uncontrollably, soaking her clothes. Cen Jiexiao didn't urge her, but waited patiently until He Yunshu's emotions calmed down a little, then she reached out her hand again and tried to help her up from the ground.

He Yunshu slowly raised his head and looked at Cen Jiexiao with tears in his eyes. His eyes were full of helplessness and despair, like a child who had lost his way in a storm. Cen Jiexiao's heart trembled slightly. She held He Yunshu's hand and gently helped her up.

He Yunshu leaned weakly on Cen Jiexiao's body, her tears soaking her clothes, but she didn't care. Cen Jiexiao patted He Yunshu's back gently, as if coaxing a wronged child.

"Empress, please don't be anxious. Explain the situation slowly and clearly. Perhaps I can help you think of a solution." Sister Cen Xiao said softly.

There was a hint of firmness and confidence in her tone, which also brought a glimmer of hope to He Yunshu.

He Yunshu raised his head and looked at Cen Jiexiao with tears in his eyes, as if he saw the dawn of hope.

"Dean Cen, are you serious? Can you really help me think of a solution?" Her voice was hoarse and weak, with a hint of hope and a hint of doubt.

Cen Jiexiao nodded gently, helped He Yunshu sit on a chair beside her, and poured a cup of hot tea into her hand.

"Empress, please have some tea first. Please tell me the details slowly." Cen Jiexiao's voice was gentle and calm, like a warm current, slowly flowing into He Yunshu's heart.

He Yunshu took the teacup and sipped it in small sips. The warm tea flowed down her throat into her stomach, gradually warming her cold body.

"Dean Cen, I have tried my best to conceive a dragon seed over the years." He Yunshu said, tears welling up in her eyes again. She put down the exquisite white porcelain teacup in her hand, her tone full of helplessness and despair.

"Over the years, I have searched for famous doctors all over the world. Whenever I heard that there was a glimmer of hope, even if it was a traveling doctor thousands of miles away, I would send people to find him. I would even spend a huge sum of money just to get a good prescription." She gently stroked her lower abdomen, with a hint of bitterness in her tone.

"However, no matter how hard I try, it never works. Seeing the concubines in the harem giving birth to princes and princesses for the emperor, I feel both envy and anxiety. The emperor doesn't say it, but I know that he also deeply hopes to have a legitimate child."

He Yunshu raised his head and looked at Cen Jiexiao eagerly, as if grasping at the last straw. "Dean Cen, you are extremely capable and different from ordinary people. Nothing can stump you. You must have a way, right? You can definitely help me, right?"

Cen Jiexiao listened carefully to He Yunshu's story and analyzed it secretly. Although she did not understand ancient medical techniques, with some modern medical knowledge, she was able to find some clues from He Yunshu's description.

"Empress, please don't be anxious. Could you please tell me about your situation in detail? For example, is your monthly period regular? Do you have stomach pain every time it comes?" Sister Cen Xiao comforted softly.

"Aunt?" He Yunshu was stunned for a moment, a hint of confusion appeared on her beautiful face, as if she didn't quite understand what Cen Jiexiao meant.

Cen Jiexiao then realized that He Yunshu had no idea what the word "period" was, so she quickly changed her words.

"It's the period that comes every month. Does it hurt your stomach?" Cen Jiexiao said it in a more understandable way.

"Oh, you're talking about that." He Yunshu finally understood.

"My periods have always been irregular. Sometimes they come once a month, sometimes only once every two or three months. Every time they come, my stomach hurts like needles pricking it," He Yunshu frowned, as if recalling the pain. "The imperial physician said it was a cold uterus and prescribed a lot of tonic medicine for me, but none of them worked."

"Cold uterus?" Cen Jiexiao couldn't help but complain in her heart. The ancient imperial physicians really liked to use "cold uterus" to explain all gynecological diseases.

"Apart from irregular menstruation, do you have any other discomfort in your daily life?" Cen Jiexiao asked with concern, her eyes full of worry.

He Yunshu sighed softly, rubbed her temples gently with her slender fingers, and frowned slightly, as if enduring some discomfort.

"I often feel dizzy and weak. Sometimes my vision suddenly goes dark, as if I'm going to faint. This feeling is especially obvious when I wake up in the morning." She whispered, a hint of fatigue in her voice.

Cen Jiexiao nodded slightly, indicating that she should continue.