Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 372 - 311: Signs of a Miscarriage?

Minos stroked her thick, cloud-like black hair. It wasn’t as glossy as it used to be and had a few split ends. "The Saint Ancestor has lived for tens of thousands of years. He’s quite traditional, so it’s normal for him to be averse to females of other races. Besides, you have black hair, which is rare. Don’t take it to heart."

"What about you? What if I give birth to a child with black hair and black eyes?"

"I’ll raise them, too."

"...They’re your child! You have to raise them no matter what they look like!"

"I’d love that. I’m looking forward to having a child with the same hair and eye color as you. They would be beautiful."

After the Saint Ancestor left, he returned to the Holy Hall.

The Archbishop was also there. He knelt in greeting. "My Lord."

The Saint Ancestor casually flipped through a roster. "Minos did not choose any of the females I arranged for him."

The Archbishop’s heart skipped a beat. Most of the females on that list had been carefully selected from families under the Saint Ancestor’s influence. If one of them were to be chosen as the Holy Empress, then the Holy Monarch and Holy Empress, as well as the next Holy Monarch, would be completely under the Saint Ancestor’s control.

He said diplomatically, "Although the current Holy Empress is a female from another race, she has experience bearing a child of the Angel Clan. She was the Holy Monarch’s own choice."

"Hah! How utterly ridiculous. A lowly-blooded member of the Human Race, a fragile creature long extinct. Any offspring she bears will hardly amount to anything."

"The Holy Monarch fancies her," the Archbishop said in a low voice. "He had the Holy Empress personally perform his coronation. For her sake, he once ventured deep into the Demon Clan’s territory alone and lost three of his wings. The incident caused a huge uproar, but the Holy Monarch suppressed it all. He then spent nearly a century in a time crevice to heal his wounds, yet the Holy Empress still thinks it was just a minor injury that would heal in a few months."

Oria’s interest was piqued. "I never thought Minos would care so much for a single female."

"Everyone knows the Holy Empress is the Holy Monarch’s reverse feather."

"A reverse feather is also a weak spot. Let’s hope he doesn’t stumble because of it." Oria smiled. "Pick out some fine things and send them to our Holy Empress. As for that life of hers... every day she lives is just one more day."

The Archbishop seemed to have thought of something. His expression changed slightly, and he looked as if he wanted to speak but held back. "Yes."

Servants sent many nourishing supplements to the bedchambers.

As her pregnancy progressed, more staff were added to the palace.

One of the new servants was clumsy. He failed to hold a bowl of scalding medicine steady, and it spilled all over the floor. Sang Luo’s bare calf was splashed, and she instinctively pulled it back. She then noticed some blood on her foot; she must have been accidentally cut by a shard of the shattered porcelain.

The servant hurriedly shuffled over on his knees and used a clean cloth to help wipe away the blood. Two other servants quickly came over to clean up the mess on the floor.

Sang Luo casually cast a Healing Technique, and the wound healed completely. "It’s just a small cut, nothing to worry about. Be more careful next time. Don’t be so reckless."

"Thank you for your magnanimity, Holy Empress! This lowly one will be sure to remember!"

Sang Luo waved her hand dismissively.

The Servant retreated in a fluster.

Another Servant brought in the day’s meal, and Sang Luo soon forgot about the incident.

Her appetite hadn’t been very good for the past two days. She kept feeling bloated and uncomfortable.

One day, just after lunch, Sang Luo was struck by a sudden, sharp pain in her stomach. Her face turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out all over her body. A panicked Servant rushed to summon the palace’s witch doctor.

After examining her, the witch doctor’s face paled in shock. "Reporting to the Holy Empress, the fetus is unstable! There are signs of premature labor, or even a miscarriage!"

’What!?’

’My pregnancy has been completely normal. There’s been nothing wrong with what I’ve eaten or drunk. How could this be happening?’

’This has never happened before!’

"Fortunately, we’ve discovered it early. I will prescribe some fetus-preserving medicine at once. You must remember to take it, Your Majesty."

"Thank you for your trouble."

The witch doctor and his apprentice bowed and left.

Sang Luo sat on the couch, stroking her belly apprehensively, her heart in turmoil.

She subconsciously sent out a wisp of her Divine Sense to follow the old witch doctor.

The witch doctor and his apprentice entered the pharmacy and began brewing the fetus-preserving medicine.

Sang Luo hadn’t studied medicine, so she had no idea what these medicinal herbs were.

A little less than an hour later, the witch doctor presented the fetus-preserving medicine.

Sang Luo sniffed it. This fetus-preserving medicine smelled different from what she usually drank. After taking a sip, she used her Poison Body’s Talent Ability to analyze it and discovered that it had been—laced with Poisonous Gu!

A chill flashed in Sang Luo’s eyes, but her expression quickly returned to normal. She drank the entire bowl of medicine, simultaneously activating the Purification Power within her body to neutralize all the Poisonous Gu without affecting the medicine’s properties.

The witch doctor kept his head bowed, but he was secretly peeking at Sang Luo. Only after seeing her drink the entire bowl did a faint smile appear on his face. He took the bowl and left with his accompanying apprentices.

Sang Luo thought for a moment and decided not to tell Minos about it immediately. ’I’ve been living too idly these days, and my mind has grown a bit sluggish. I don’t have a clear grasp of the situation outside.’

’Who on earth wants to harm me?’

She released a few strands of her spiritual power to cover the Holy Palace.

"...Have you guys heard? The child the Holy Empress is carrying is a Fallen Angel!"

"For real?"

"Don’t talk nonsense, you brat! The Fallen Angels were wiped out long ago. Where did you hear such a rumor?" someone said, lowering their voice.

"It’s not a rumor! Look at the Holy Empress’s black hair. Who in the entire Holy Hall has hair like that? Have you forgotten? According to legend, the signature traits of a Fallen Angel are black hair and black eyes!"

"Back when the Holy Monarch decided to marry the Holy Empress, I wanted to say something. Why would the Holy Monarch choose such an inauspicious female to be the Holy Empress? But it was a decision from above, none of our business down here... Now that you mention it, could it be that the Holy Empress’s black hair isn’t natural, but a mark of a Fallen Angel?"

"Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve seen Beastmen with black hair in other places before. You can’t just condemn the Holy Empress because of that! Spreading malicious rumors... be careful, or I’ll report you to the Chief Angel!"

"I’m not making it up! I have a relative on duty in the Holy Hall. He heard the Saint Ancestor say it with his own ears—that the child in the Holy Empress’s belly is a Fallen Angel..."

"Ah! This... this is serious!"

A Beastman shoved the food tray in his hands to a shorter Beastman next to him. "This is too unlucky! I don’t want to go near that sinful creature. You deliver this meal for me. I’ll compensate you with Crystal Stones later."

"I don’t want to get close either! If it’s really a Fallen Angel, getting near it will bring disaster!"

The group went back and forth, trying to pass the task off to one another.

"But she’s the Holy Monarch’s empress. What can we do?"

"So what if she’s the Holy Monarch’s? Everyone knows the Holy Monarch is just the nominal ruler of the Holy Hall. The Saint Ancestor is the one who truly holds power."

"Now that the Saint Ancestor has come out of seclusion, any discerning person can see who the Holy Hall truly answers to."

"These past few days, the Holy Monarch has been following the Saint Ancestor around like a lackey, not daring to show the slightest disobedience. If the Saint Ancestor told the Holy Monarch to expel the Holy Empress and her child from the Holy Palace, do you think he would dare to refuse?"

Listening to these rumors and vicious slander, Sang Luo’s brows knitted tightly together. Her heart gradually sank to the depths as some terrible speculations came to mind.

After arguing for a short while, the same servant who had broken the medicine bowl earlier took the food tray and carried it into the bedchambers.

"Holy Empress, please have your meal."

Sang Luo watched him leave, having lost all appetite. She left a trace of her spiritual power on him.

The servant took a small path away from the bedchambers and headed for the Holy Hall.

’He really was sent by the Holy Hall!’

Sang Luo overheard the conversation between the Saint Ancestor and the Archbishop, and a chill ran through her, as if her blood were flowing in reverse.