Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 222: Chapter 2: Be Prepared for Dangers in Times of Peace; Auspicious Snow and A Year of Abundance_3

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“Indeed, besides, since we’ve retired as former ministers, how can we return to the Imperial Court?”

A few elders stepped forward and loudly advised.

Yu Qinghan’s phoenix eyes swept over them indifferently and said,

“The Northern Wolf has already reached our door, do you want me to recommence the civil service examinations? Let the former ministers fill the vacant positions. ”

“Since ancient times, monarchs who have been entrusted with the responsibility to rejuvenate their nations have always ruled the world side by side with virtuous men.”

“What’s wrong with old age for the wise? As long as they are capable, they shall be promoted on their merits; I will employ them all.”

“As for you all, you constantly make things difficult, ignoring my orders and rebutting them. Is it truly for the nation and the people, or do you have ulterior motives?”

Being questioned and scolded by Yu Qinghan, several elders were suddenly speechless, unable to respond.

Naturally, they didn’t want their positions to be threatened.

Especially those founding ministers like Fan Yan and his group.

Watching the newly enthroned Empress making such dominating and decisive decisions,

Many young officials looked at each other with admiration in their eyes.

What wise words — “A wise man is not necessarily old” and ‘Meritocracy! “.

In their eyes, Yu Qinghan combined all the strengths of the previous two Emperors, excelling in both martial arts and civil administration, making her a ruler worth serving.

Undoubtedly, this is good news for these young scholars.

Suddenly.

Yu Qinghan covered her mouth with her jade hand, and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Your Majesty, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

A minister voiced his concern.

Yu Qinghan quickly recovered and shook her head, saying indifferently,

“It’s nothing, I just didn’t get enough rest last night.”

“Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body.”

Yu Qinghan swept her eyes over the ministers and calmly said: “The heavy snow indicates a prosperous year; next spring will surely be a bountiful harvest. The impact of the great drought should also come to an end after the New Year. I will issue an edict for the government office to distribute farming tools, cattle, and seeds, properly resettling the common people, ensuring a bountiful harvest next year.”

‘Yes!”

Many officials nodded in agreement, finding her words reasonable.

“Now that there is nothing else, let’s adjourn the court.”

‘Yes!”

All the ministers bowed.

But the whole scene caught the attention of an official with sinister eyes, who then walked towards Changning Royal Mansion.

Having finished the court session, Yu Qinghan changed out of her blazing red emperor’s robe and put on plain clothes, donning a veil.

She visited a medical clinic in the capital city alone, seeking consultation.

The doctor was an experienced man over sixty years old.

After checking Yu Qinghan’s pulse, he smiled and said, “Madam, you are with child.”

Yu Qinghan’s eyes lit up with happiness at first, but then she smiled helplessly, her eyes showing inexplicable entanglement. Biting her lip, she asked,

“How far along am I?”

“Two months,” the doctor held up two fingers.

“By this time, you should normally experience nausea and vomiting. Madam, do you have any symptoms?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s certain. Your stomach will start to bulge, and it’s normal. Madam, you can ask your husband to prepare for prenatal care. I can prescribe some fetus-protecting medicine to help alleviate the symptoms.”

“Hold on.”

Yu Qinghan stopped the doctor who was writing with his wolf hair brush.

The doctor paused and looked at her with a frown, saying, “Is it that Madam doesn’t want the baby or doesn’t want this child?”

He had seen many similar cases before.

They were all good women, deceived by rogues, who then hid from their homes and came to him secretly to abort the baby.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qinghan hesitated, biting her silver teeth.

She came to the clinic to keep her secret away from the imperial physicians in the palace.

If the ministers found out, where would her dignity lie?

Of course, the best option would be to use medicine to abort the baby.

But this baby belonged to her husband, perhaps the only one.

She was alone, her elder brother and father gone, and her husband missing.

In other words, at the moment, only this child could accompany her in life.

For a long time, the air was silent.

Yu Qinghan pondered quietly, while the doctor waited for her answer.

Eventually, after a long struggle within,

She looked up at the doctor, took a deep breath, and said, “Please prescribe me some fetus-protecting medicine.”

ps: Dear readers, do you want her to have a son or a daughter?